My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes

The night street echoed with the sound of fists hitting flesh and bone.

Asher's opponent stood battered and broken, his face filled with bruises, shattered facial bones, and blood.

Every punch Asher landed sent fresh waves of agony through him, leaving him barely able to stand, yet he wore a twisted grin, as if enjoying the pain. 

At this point, Asher felt like he was dealing with a zombie.

But that was the least of his concerns. Even if he was really dealing with a crazy druggie, he was confident in his abilities. What made him uneasy was something else entirely.

'Could this still be considered self-defense?' he thought, worried about that the thug might really die from all the beating. 

As he looked closely at the pitiful state of his opponent, he shook his head. There was no way anyone would believe this was self-defense.

It looked more like a one-sided beating that led to murder.

"Just stop, " Asher urged, his voice showing signs of annoyance. 

He couldn't bear to watch any longer; just a couple more punches and the guy would need extensive plastic surgery to recover.

Despite the clear signs of pain and defeat, he limped toward Asher, refusing to back down.

"Forget it," Asher said, grabbing the plastic bag and running off.

The sound of his footsteps echoed through the quiet street as he distanced himself.

With the thug limping behind, there was no chance of catching up.

THUD!

The thug finally collapsed, his breath heavy as the enhancement's effects faded, letting the real pain settle in.

"ARGHHHH!" he screamed in agony, blood soaking his teeth.

He tried to stand but instead coughed up more blood.

Most of his internal organs were damaged, and without medical help, he would die.

Blood dripped from his chin as he gasped, "H-Help me," his voice barely a whisper between violent coughs.

Just as his scream echoed into the night, a shadow moved above him. A figure jumped down from the electric pole, landing in front of him.

"P-Please... H-Help me," he pleaded, his face a mess of blood and snot.

The girl wasn't human, and despite the coldness in her eyes, he clung to the hope she might save him out of pity. 

She was the one who got him into this mess, so it was only right for her to take responsibility.

But she just stared at him, her eyes full of contempt and disgust. His plea fell on empty ears.

She looked down at him, her expression unreadable.

"You're useless ," she said flatly. 

Rage surged within the him. She was the one who caused all this trouble, and now she was throwing him away like a piece of trash. 

With every ounce of energy he had left, he gritted his remaining teeth, "Y-You heartless bitch!"

She felt no remorse as she watched him suffer.

In her point of view, vulnerability was a weakness that couldn't be tolerated. She remembered too well the moments of desperation that had shaped her—moments that had taught her to be ruthless.

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowing. "Is that your final word?"

Suddenly, the thug's blood from his open wounds began to float, swirling in the air.

"What are you doing? No! Don't!"

His scream of horror filled the air as he watched his life drain away. 

In just a couple of seconds, the thug was nothing more than a lifeless, dried-out corpse.

His blood hovered in the air before compressing into a solid pill.

"I knew it, another trash pill," she muttered, inspecting it.

Even though it wasn't valuable, she pocketed it, considering it potential materials. 

"Now it's your turn," she said, glancing at the two others still unconscious on the ground.

Without mercy, she drained their blood too, turning it into more pills.

The red essence floated eerily before solidifying in her palm.

Now, she had six low-quality pills—the other three came from the girls she had killed earlier. They had seen her face, and she never intended to let them live to begin with.

After cleaning up the scene, she walked away, dragging a black-wheeled luggage bag behind her.

She didn't stop until she reached an old, run-down apartment building looming ahead, worn with age.

'The negative energy here is too thick, 'she thought.

With her demon eyes, she could see how this place would bring misfortunes to humans. No wonder it looked abandoned.

'Why is he living in a place like this?'