My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes

"You should have seen the look on that boy's face when I mentioned we're from the Tiger Gang!"

The thug who had robbed the store before began boasting, placing his hands on one of the ladies' escorts.

He went on and on about how the Tiger Gang was the most fearsome gang in the area and how he was close with the boss.

"He looked like he might faint" he added, exaggerating to make it seem like he was the real deal. 

The other two thugs, though pretending to go along with his bragging, shared irritated looks.

He kept making up stories, falsely claiming a higher rank while they were all at the bottom of the hierarchy .

Their status was so low that if they dropped dead today, no one would bother avenging them.

What kind of pathetic thug would take pride in robbing a store for cigarettes?

Clearly, his constant need for attention and arrogant attitude was getting on their nerves. 

The escorts huddled around the bragging thug, exchanging knowing looks. The more they stroked his ego, the better their chances of getting a bigger payday.

Each one tried to outdo the other with compliments, their voices warm and teasing.

"Wow, you really handled that cashier like a pro," one of them said, leaning in closer, a playful smile on her face.

"Yeah, you're such a badass!" another chimed in, her eyes sparkling with admiration.

As they flattered him, the thug puffed out his chest, soaking in the attention "You have no idea! I'm basically a legend in the Tiger Gang," he boasted, grinning widely.

"Seriously, I should see you in action," one escort said, nudging another playfully. "I bet you're unstoppable!"

The thug's grin widened, completely unaware of the eye rolls from the other two men nearby. The women exchanged secret glances, half-amused and half-annoyed, but they always smiled when facing him. 

"Yo, check that out!" one of the thugs exclaimed, pointing toward a dark alley, where they saw a girl with red eyes walking towards them.

The girl's steps were slow, and her crimson gaze made her look like a ghost, especially in the dimly lit surroundings.

"Is she wearing some kind of freaky contact lenses?" questioned one of the escort ladies, squinting to get a better look.

It wasn't uncommon for women in their line of work to wear contact lenses, but choosing a glow-in-the-dark red color seemed unusual.

They dismissed her as just a strange girl playing pranks or maybe a cosplayer looking for attention. 

However, when she got close enough, everyone was stunned by her beauty. 

Her skin was flawless, her eyes enchanting, and her face had a charming, small shape.

In the darkness, she stood out like a glowing rose. Her beauty was almost unreal; it felt as if they were watching a 4k movie featuring an exceptionally beautiful star.

The women felt insecure, succumbing to an instinctive inferiority complex in the presence of such a stunning girl.

The men, on the other hand, began to fantasize about the prospect of having a girl like her for themselves.

They glanced back and forth between the stunning girl and their escorts, quickly realizing how ugly they were.

That was saying a lot, especially considering they were drunk out of their minds.

"Bunch of perverts!" The escorts felt a bit insulted as the three thugs began to ignore them.

Instead, they shifted their focus to the girl, who had now stopped walking and was, for some reason, smiling at their group.

'Is this girl trying to steal our customer?' they wondered. 

"Hey miss, do you want to have some fun with us?" The leader of the group leaned in with a perverted look.

"Are you capable enough, though?" The girl giggled, and her sweet voice made the thugs blush. She was just too adorable.

"Of course ,I am!" He declared with confidence. 

The girl continued to giggle, her eyes glinting playfully. 

"Well, let's find out, shall we?"

She raised her hands, and before they could scream for help, an unseen force tightened around their necks, silencing them instantly.

"Knell!" she commanded. 

THUD!

They all dropped to the ground, unable to resist her words. 

"P--Please spare us," They all beg for mercy.

"I have a little proposition for everyone," She whispered with a casual, yet chilling tone.

"What do you want? We'll do anything—just please don't hurt us!" the drunken men pleaded. Even the alcohol couldn't dull the fear coursing through their veins.

"Follow my command, and you might just live... if you're lucky," she added, her voice now carrying an eerie echo that sent shivers down their spines.

She watched their reactions, finding their fear-stricken faces utterly amusing.

"What is it? We'll do it!" they hurriedly replied, terrified she might change her mind and kill them on the spot.

They had no idea what was happening, but one thing was clear: the girl was anything but normal, and their lives were in danger.