When the Yanderes Whose Affection Reversed Regained Their Memories - Chapter 1: The Beginning

Chapter 1: The Beginning

Once upon a time, there existed a witch madly in love.

This witch had her eyes set on a man she desperately wanted. However, the man was surrounded by women who held affection for him. Among them, he had a particularly close relationship with a childhood friend.

Consumed by an ugly and dark jealousy, the witch was envious of these women, especially the childhood friend.

After much thought, the witch arrived at a conclusion.

“Yes, if I can make all these pests around him despise him and torment him until he can take no more, then I can comfort him, and he will be mine forever,” she thought.

The witch grinned wickedly and immediately began crafting a potion.

Highly talented and intelligent, she worked tirelessly for three days and nights and finally succeeded in creating the potion.

The potion made it so that whoever drank it would be despised by the opposite sex, regardless of their actions. The stronger the affection towards the person who drank it, the stronger the newfound loathing.

The witch wasted no time and made the man she loved drink the potion.

However, the witch committed one significant oversight.

She too began to detest him, to the point where she wanted to kill him—she had not exempted herself from the potion’s effects.

The witch, who had loved him more deeply than anyone else, tormented the man she loved so cruelly that she was on the verge of killing him when she finally regained her senses. And of course, she remembered every moment of the torment she had inflicted.

Driven to madness and unable to maintain her sense of self, the witch eventually committed suicide in front of the man she loved.

And then… history repeats itself.

“…M, Mia… A, Aria… Ellie… L, Lia… why… everyone, why?”

“Don’t you dare call my name.”

In a deep forest, in a place where no one would venture, a battered man was being hanged by a woman with beautiful white hair, followed by other women in suspicious-looking religious garbs.

The man had lost one eye; his body was scorched and disfigured in places. His face, once described as androgynously cute, showed no traces of its former self. One of his legs was twisted in an unnatural direction, and only one arm remained. Even that remaining arm was useless, its fingers broken.

In such a grievously wounded state, tears flowed endlessly from his eyes. Memories of happy times spent with these women flashed through his mind like a rapid succession of images.

“I guess I’ll never be able to laugh with them again,” he thought.

“Ha, ahaha… ha.”

“It’s disgusting for you to suddenly laugh. You’re clearly possessed by a devil. Come, devout followers, bring judgment upon this demon. Go on, die quickly.”

“Right, maybe that’s for the best,” the man thought.

He had been enduring their cruel acts, hoping that perhaps they were possessed or under some magical influence and that things could go back to how they used to be. But now, both his spirit and body were broken beyond repair.

If he had one regret, it would be about Chloe.

A friend so beautiful that even he, the man once called a dignified prince, couldn’t help but admire. Chloe had remained the same, treating him as before, attempting to protect him from everyone else who had changed.

“Thank you, Chloe. You have no idea how much your words encouraged me, how much your comfort became a pillar for my weakened heart, and how much your actions saved me.

I’m truly grateful.

But… it seems I’ve reached my end. Despite all the comfort and support you gave me, my heart appears to be shattered. I’m not as strong or as proud as you.

I’m sorry, Chloe.”

With these thoughts, the man bid farewell to his best friend in his heart. Just as he was about to let go of his fading consciousness, and his life seemed about to extinguish… everything reverted back to how it was before.

All the while retaining the memory of having pushed the one they loved most to the brink of death.