How to Handle a Yandere Harem - Chapter 23

As Emma fretted over maximizing her time while Elizabeth was away, her thoughts raced at lightning speed. She needed something impactful, something that could effectively tie up her rival, Seda. Pacing her room, she chewed on her lip whilst lost in thought.

“Maybe a picnic? No, Seda would want to join in…” she muttered, dismissing ideas as quickly as they came to her.

Then, it struck her. Seda’s responsibilities as the student council president could be the perfect diversion.

“I need an event where Seda is forced to focus on something else… a school event!”

It was brilliant in its simplicity. As council president, Seda would be mired in logistics, much like a director on opening night — too caught up in managing actors and stage cues to notice anything else. This would give Emma the perfect cover.

“But it needs to be something quick to set up… What about a tournament?” Emma pondered, tapping her finger against her chin.

Though lacking a bit in romance, a tournament could be swiftly organized.

“It’s not ideal for a date, but it’s efficient…”

Emma envisioned the setup: a school-wide competition, perhaps featuring debates, sports, or even a tech challenge. Each would require meticulous planning — scheduling, securing referees or judges, and handling last-minute crises — all of which would ensure Seda was too busy to meddle in anything else.

“Perfect,” Emma concluded with a nod of her head. 

“Seda will be too swamped in overseeing the tournament details to interfere with my plans with Adriel.”

Her mind began to connect the dots, crafting a scenario as meticulously as a spider weaves its web.

“She’ll be so busy, just like when you throw a big party and you’re stuck greeting guests and handling crises — you can’t possibly focus on anything else.”

Emma stopped pacing, a slow smile spreading across her face. 

“But what kind of event? It needs to be something I can pull off overnight…” 

She pondered briefly before snapping her fingers. 

“A tournament! It’s not exactly the romantic setting I’d hoped to lure Adriel with, but it’s quick to organize… Yes, that could work.”

She imagined the tournament in full swing, with Seda trapped in a whirlwind of schedules, participants, and inevitable school dramas — too overwhelmed to notice Emma’s true plan unfolding.

“It’s not exactly the stage for a love story, but it’ll keep Seda busy. And that’s all the opening I need.”

Satisfied with this plan, Emma’s eyes gleamed with a mix of mischief and determination.

“Now, to set the wheels in motion. A few calls under the guise of midnight preparations…”

Emma’s fingers flew over her phone, tapping and swiping with the precision of a maestro conducting an unseen orchestra. Her face, usually soft when she thought of Adriel, hardened into a mask of steely determination as she visited her contacts. Each number, each connection she called upon, was a carefully calculated move on the chessboard she was setting up.

“Hello, yes, this is Emma. I need a favor, and it’s urgent.” She spoke into the phone, her voice sweet as venom.

The responses were met with curt instructions, her patience thin as ice except when it came to Adriel. To anyone else, her words carried the sharp edge of a blade, quick to cut off any hesitation on the other end of the line.

With each confirmation, a piece of her plan locked into place. The school gym, the AV equipment, the safety officers — every detail was meticulously orchestrated to create the perfect diversion. Her phone’s wallpaper, a cheerful photo of Adriel, was a stark contrast to the ruthless efficiency with which she dispatched each call.

As the logistical skeleton of the event took shape, Emma’s mind raced through the upcoming spectacle. The tournament would be a gladiatorial contest of modern times, wrapped in the trappings of cutting-edge technology. AR glasses would be the tool, transforming the mundane into the magical, overlaying reality with a layer of digital fantasy where avatars clashed in combat, shielded from the physical bruises of battle.

She imagined the students, donned in these high-tech visors, their avatars mirroring each move in a grand dance of virtual combat. The crowd would witness a blend of the real and the rendered, cheering not just for brute strength but for cunning strategy and digital prowess.

“Each contestant will wear AR glasses. They’ll control avatars that represent their own skills and strengths. It’s a duel of wits and reflexes, not just force,” she explained in another call, her tone briefly adopting an excited pitch for the benefit of her listener.

“And remember, it’s all about the spectacle. Make the avatars flashy, the effects dramatic. We want the crowd to be enthralled,” she added, her gaze briefly softening as she pictured Adriel among the audience, his eyes wide with wonder.

With the final call made, Emma leaned back, her phone still in her grasp. The screen’s light cast her face in a glow that seemed almost sinister in its intensity.

“Good… now I need to make sure Adriel will come with me,” Emma murmured to herself, her plan needing just one more piece to fall perfectly into place. She picked up her phone again, her fingers hovering over Adriel’s contact, the name highlighted with heart emojis.

She took a deep breath to calm the flutter in her chest and tapped the call button. The phone barely rang once before Adriel answered, his voice always a soothing balm to her scheming mind.

“D-A-R-L-I-N-G… How are you? I just found out what Elizabeth did to you… she was sooo mean to you… I’m so sorry,” Emma’s voice dripped with sweetness, a stark contrast to the sharp tone she used with others.

“It was nothing… just a misunderstanding… but now we’ve resolved everything…” Adriel’s casual dismissal of the incident made Emma tighten her grip on the phone, her nails almost digging into the plastic.

“I don’t think she learned anything… but let’s put that whor… I mean… let’s put Elizabeth aside… I have some news for you… the school is preparing a tournament.”

“That sounds good!”

“Yes! It’s going to be quite the event. They’re incorporating augmented reality, so you won’t actually have to fight. You’ll wear these AR glasses, and it’s your avatar that will be in the fray. It’s completely safe, and you’ll just be controlling it like a video game character. It will be everything high-tech and fun!”

“That sounds good! A little bit of action…”

“Yeah… the tournament is tomorrow… I will pick you up early… so, bye, Darling… I need to prepare to be as beautiful as possible for tomorrow.”

“Bye, Emma, have a good night.”

With a content sigh, Emma hung up the phone.

“Till tomorrow… D-A-R-L-I-N-G,” she whispered to herself, a smile curling her lips as she imagined their day together, perfectly orchestrated just like her plans.