How to Handle a Yandere Harem - Chapter 28

As dawn crept over Tokyo, casting long shadows and a pale light over the city’s eastern edge, the 【Demon Queen】 approached the foreboding structure of a maximum security prison. Its high walls, topped with razor wire, loomed ominously, a stark monument to containment and control. Guard towers dotted the perimeter, their watchful eyes armed with spotlights and surveillance cameras that swept over the barren no-man’s land that surrounded the facility.

The maximum-security prison loomed on the outskirts of the city, a monstrous structure of concrete and steel designed to hold the most dangerous individuals in the world. The building was surrounded by layers of tall, electrified fences, with guard towers positioned at every corner, each armed with snipers scanning the perimeter for even the slightest disturbance. Above the prison, drones patrolled the airspace, their sensors attuned to any sign of unauthorized entry. It was a fortress, not meant to keep the outside world at bay, but to ensure that those within never saw the light of day again.

The prison itself was divided into multiple layers of security, each one more impenetrable than the last. At the heart of this labyrinthine complex, past laser grids, motion detectors, and biometric scans, was the most restricted section — the place where Monika was held.

The 【Demon Queen】 stood before the imposing front gates of the prison, cloaked in her usual black hood, her eyes gleaming with cunning. She had managed to obtain the location through her network, and now, after navigating Tokyo with finesse, she stood at the doorstep of the infamous prison. With a smirk, she activated the complex mechanisms that would allow her to bypass the initial security measures, weaving through digital locks and triggering blind spots in the guard patrols.

The gate groaned open for her, and she stepped inside, her every move measured as she slipped past the outer layers of the prison. Each checkpoint presented a new challenge, but none were enough to stop someone as prepared and as resourceful as the 【Demon Queen】. She easily deactivated traps that would have vaporized lesser intruders, disarmed automated turrets, and even slipped by invisible heat sensors designed to catch any living entity moving through the halls.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of bypassing layer upon layer of high-tech security, she reached the final door: a thick, reinforced slab of metal that led to Monika’s cell. The 【Demon Queen】 placed her hand against the digital lock, and with a few expert flicks of her fingers, the door clicked and slid open with a low hiss.

Inside the cell, Monika sat at the center of the room, her appearance contrasting sharply with the dark, foreboding prison around her. She looked no older than a teenage girl, her delicate frame wrapped in a simple white dress, her dark hair cascading gently over her shoulders. Her wide, innocent eyes and serene expression made her seem entirely out of place in such a grim environment. But the heavy chains around her wrists and ankles told another story — a story of immense power, restrained by fear of what she was capable of.

The cell itself was stark and sterile, with walls lined with magical runes and reinforced by layers of mystical barriers designed to contain even the most powerful of beings. The chains that bound her glowed faintly, pulsing with a magical energy that suggested they weren’t simply physical restraints.

Monika’s eyes lifted slowly as the 【Demon Queen】 entered, her expression remaining calm, almost detached, as if the presence of another intruder wasn’t even worth her attention.

“So this is Akuma’s precious ex-girlfriend,” the 【Demon Queen】 muttered to herself, sizing up the seemingly innocent girl who had been the focus of so many powerful players.

Monika didn’t react immediately. She remained seated, her gaze fixed on the far wall, almost as if she hadn’t heard a thing. Then, without warning, her lips curled into a soft smile, one that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“You’re not who I’m waiting for,” Monika finally said, her voice soft but filled with an unsettling certainty.

Before the 【Demon Queen】 could even process the words, the air in the room seemed to shift. A sudden, overwhelming force pressed down on her, and she felt as though the entire fabric of reality was bending around Monika’s will. In the blink of an eye, Monika lifted one hand — despite the heavy chains binding her — and a burst of power exploded from her, flooding the room with an ethereal glow.

The 【Demon Queen】 was thrown backward, her body flung like a ragdoll, but instead of colliding with the cold, hard walls of the cell, she found herself tumbling through a vortex of swirling light. Her stomach twisted as the world around her blurred, the magical teleportation ripping her from the prison with brutal efficiency.

When the light faded, she was no longer in Japan. The familiar sight of the Eiffel Tower loomed in the distance. She had been teleported all the way back to France in mere seconds.

Back in France, under the soft glow of the Eiffel Tower, the 【Demon Queen】 sat at a small café, her posture relaxed despite the whirlwind she had just experienced. The delicate clink of her spoon against the teacup seemed out of place with the turmoil in her thoughts, but there was something calming about the familiarity of the Parisian streets. The chaos she had left behind in Tokyo felt like a distant memory, though the impact of her failed mission still lingered.

As she took a sip of her tea, her phone buzzed on the table, the screen lighting up with a message from Emma. Expecting a furious tirade, the 【Demon Queen】 sighed and opened the message, preparing herself for whatever venom Emma was about to spew.

But instead of an angry rant, the message was short, almost casual: 

“You did better than I expected.”

The words hung in the air for a moment, confusing the 【Demon Queen】. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. She had barely delayed Elizabeth for a day and had been unceremoniously flung back to France by Monika. 

(How could Emma be satisfied with that?)

Just below the message, a bank transfer receipt popped up on her screen. Her eyes widened slightly. The amount was more than she had anticipated. A lot more. Emma had paid her in full — no complaints, no haggling. The 【Demon Queen】 blinked, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

“Well then,” she muttered to herself, leaning back in her chair. 

“Guess I did better than I thought.”

It didn’t make sense. She hadn’t achieved her original objective — Elizabeth was probably still on the move, as relentless as ever — but Emma’s message suggested there was more to this game than she had realized. Whatever Emma had planned, it clearly didn’t hinge on Elizabeth being delayed for long. The thought piqued her curiosity, but not enough to bother digging deeper.

With a lazy flick of her fingers, she dismissed the notification and turned her attention back to the Parisian streets, the twinkling lights casting a romantic glow over the city. The air was crisp, the evening calm, and her tea was just the right temperature. She shrugged off the events of the day, allowing herself a moment of peace.

After all, no matter how chaotic things got, money was money. And she had earned herself quite the payout.

She sipped her tea, a small, satisfied smile on her lips as she gazed up at the Eiffel Tower. 

“Cheers to unexpected success,” she murmured, raising her teacup in a mock toast to the swirling madness she’d left behind in Tokyo.

For now, she would enjoy the quiet. The world could wait for its next bout of chaos.