Chapter 1 – Yanderella x 3

“I love you. Enough to want to kill you.”

“I looove you♪ I’m going to send you 500 messages every day, okay!”

“…………Fuhih.”

The three beautiful girls were saying such things in front of me as I sat formally on my knees.

A model-like figure with long black hair, a busty girl with a brown side-tail. And a loli.

“No, like I said, right? Didn’t I tell you I already have someone I like?”

I’ve said it over and over. Hell, I even said it yesterday. And yet, it’s come to this. Why?

“I know. It’s me, right? You aren’t going to say it’s someone else, are you?”

“No.”

“…I wonder if my current savings are enough to buy a gravestone.”

Please stop making realistic plans.

“Jeez! There’s no way that’s true, right? Hey, Takuma-kun. The one you like is me, right? Of course it is, right?”

“No.”

“…………”

Ding, ding, ding—

Eek!? Please stop silently spamming me with psycho stickers!

“…Ah…”

“No.”

“Aaaaaaaahhhhh!!!!!”

Don’t scream with your eyes rolled back into your head!? Scary, scary, scary!

“But well, that’s fine. I’ll make sure you fall for me. Right? Takuma.”

Saying so, the first one clings to my right arm, tracing a finger slowly down my cheek. A shiver runs down my spine.

“The only one who can accept my love is Takuma-kun. See, my heart is pounding so much.”

Saying that, the second one grabs my left hand and presses it against her overly voluptuous breasts. Her cleavage swallows up my hand. I can’t tell if her heart is pounding or not.

“Ssss… sniff, sniff… Nnn! ~~! Ahh…!”

The third one rubs her face against my chest, making little sniffing sounds as she inhales my scent, a look of sheer ecstasy on her face. I get goosebumps.

I really, truly want them to stop.

Sure, I absolutely love harem tropes in manga and anime. So much so that I’m always thinking, ‘Hey protagonist, trade places with me!’

I mean, wouldn’t you? Having not just your crush, but other attractive girls fawning over you is the absolute best.

And I suppose you could say my current situation is a harem.

But… but come on!

The harem I dreamed of was one full of blushing, heart-pounding moments, little misunderstandings, clumsy efforts, and casually confessing your feelings!

Not a yandere harem where I get threatened, obsessively stalked, and subjected to perverted acts!

…Phew.

Now then, since I’ve regained my composure after screaming in my head, maybe I should explain.

How exactly did things end up like this?

That’s right, it all started after school that one day.

It started when I listened to the problems of the homicidal beauty currently clinging to the right arm of yours truly, Takuma Akasaka. Miori Watase.

If only I hadn’t said “Sure” back then—

Chapter 2 – Crisis of Chastity

It’s currently May. And it’s the morning of the first day back at school after the first GW since entering high school.

Inside the classroom, my classmates are excitedly chatting about their memories from the long holiday, while I, with no friends, stare at my smartphone screen, diligently playing a gacha game.

For the record, it’s not that I didn’t try to make friends or that I don’t want any — I simply couldn’t make them. I completely failed my starting dash, you see.

I do want friends. But at this point, I don’t dare to jump into anyone’s conversation either.

So I just play my game while watching my classmates chat happily, thinking about how jealous I am. It’s so empty…

As I’m thinking about this, mechanically tapping my phone screen like it’s a chore, I hear the door open. And the classroom falls completely silent in an instant.

Curious, I raise my head, and standing at the classroom entrance is my classmate, Ayane Watase-san.

Because of her cool and aloof aura, Ayane-san’s nickname is the Empress.

And she is the girl of my unrequited love.

Haa… she really is beautiful… Ah, did we make eye contact? Like hell we did. I’m probably not even on her radar.

That’s why I won’t confess. I have a policy against doing reckless things. For now, I’ll just pray we don’t end up in different classes next year.

Wait, huh? Are we actually making eye contact? More like, is she staring a hole into me? No, is she glaring at me? Her eyes are narrowed, and I feel like I can see some kind of dark aura behind her…

Huh? Did I do something? Since we have no connection other than being classmates, I never expected her to like me — but I never thought she’d hate me enough to glare at me either. That hurts.

After looking away in shock, I return my gaze to find Watase-san already sitting in her seat. So fast.

After that, our eyes never met, and she never looked my way again — just another day spent waiting for time to pass as usual.

And then, after school. Having no friends in class to stay behind and chat with, I left the classroom the moment the chime rang.

“Ah, Akasaka-kun.”

I’ve been caught.

“You’ve got the wrong person.”

“There’s no way that’s true, right? I’m your homeroom teacher — there’s no way I’d mistake a student’s body.”

“…What is it, Wano-sensei?”

The woman in the lab coat standing before me is Karina Wano-sensei. Twenty-seven years old, single. She’s a cute teacher who looks younger than she is, but apparently, she doesn’t have a boyfriend. And apparently, she likes younger guys.

Her subject is chemistry, yet for some reason, she crashes our PE classes… but no way. I mean, did she just say “body”? Not “face”?

“Could you help Sensei with some work for a bit? You always go home right away, don’t you, Akasaka-kun? It seems you aren’t in any clubs, you’re always playing games, and despite not being in a club, you have a surprisingly nice body, so you’re free, right?”

I don’t think my nice body has anything to do with it…

“Well, yes. I suppose you could say I’m free.”

“Alright, it’s decided! Let’s go to the chemistry prep room!”

In a good mood, Wano-sensei grabs my upper arms and pushes me forward.

“Ah… you really are firm…”

Aren’t you normally supposed to push someone’s back?

So, being led along, entering the chemistry prep room was fine and all, but—

“Sensei. Why exactly am I tied to a chair?”

“Well, you see? It’s so that you don’t run away, Akasaka-kun.”

“Sensei. Why am I not allowed to run away?”

“Well, you see? It’s because sensei wuvs you so, so much, Akasaka-kun.”

“Sensei, I don’t understand what that means. What are you saying?”

“I’m saying we’re going to do it, obviously.”

Ah, so that’s what it is. She wasn’t showing up to PE class to exercise. She was coming to scout for an exercise partner.

“…Somebody help meee~.”

“Nooo~ way. You know what, sensei? I like younger guys. I like the strong bodies of younger guys. I want to be crushed by that strong body. It’s okay, you know? It’ll feel really good. I’m sure you’ll get so addicted to this that you won’t be able to tell anyone, Akasaka-kun. No, I’ll make you addicted. And then I want you to make sensei submit. Th-e-re-fo-re… thanks for the meal~♪.”

Ahh… goodbye, my first time. I wanted to do it while blushing at each other, fumbling around, and laughing shyly.

“Fufu, so~ cute♪”

Saying so, Wano-sensei brings her face closer to mine. Just as our lips are centimeters away from touching, the sound of a knock echoes through the room, immediately followed by a voice.

“Oh? The door is locked. I came to get something I forgot, but like this…”

Before I can cry out for help, my mouth is covered by Wano-sensei’s hand.

“(Keep quiet),” she whispers.

“It can’t be helped, I suppose.”

Aah! She’s leaving!

“I’ll just break it down.”

Are you serious!?

It seems even Wano-sensei was caught off guard by that. She hurriedly unties the ropes binding me and immediately responds.

“W-Wait, wait! Don’t break it! I’m in here! Sensei is in here!”

“…Oh, you were here.”

The one who steps inside through the open door is Miori Watase from the next class.

She’s the twin sister of Ayane-san, the girl they call the Empress. With a somewhat gloomy aura that is the exact opposite of the glamorous Ayane-san, she’s apparently called “the other one.”

I don’t really like that kind of phrasing, so I make a point of never thinking of her that way.

“Y-Yeah. Akasaka-kun said there was something he didn’t understand, so I was just so focused on teaching him that I was late to notice.”

“Is that so?”

Replying like that, Watase-san turns her face toward me.

For twins, they don’t really look alike… I guess? I can’t see her eyes well because of her long bangs, though.

“S-So, you forgot something, right? Sensei is leaving now, so make sure you go straight home once you find it, okay? And Akasaka-kun, we’ll continue this next time.”

Flustered, Wano-sensei scurries out of the room. Hoping she spares me the “continuation,” I try to head home as well, but someone suddenly grabs the hem of my uniform.

Who? Obviously, there’s only one person it could be.

“Umm… is something wrong?”

“Since I saved you, don’t you think there should be some appropriate compensation?”

“…Huh? Did you actually notice?”

“The rope was clumsily hidden but still sticking out a bit. The unnaturally placed chair. That single unbuttoned button on your shirt. And the scent of a female in heat oozing from that woman… It was a simple deduction.”

“Amazing…”

…Or so I say, though I don’t actually know if it is. She looks like she’s making a subtle, smug face anyway.

“Plus, I had my ear pressed against the door the whole time, so I heard everything.”

So the deduction had nothing to do with it. Well, be that as it may, it’s a fact that she saved me.

“So, for this compensation, what exactly do I need to do?”

“Let’s see… would you mind helping me with my revenge for a bit?”

Saying that, Watase-san grabbed my arm hard enough to hurt.