The Yandere Test Begins
Chapter 52
Though still faint, the image of the cult I would build was slowly taking shape in my mind. Just imagining it made my body heat up. I’d always enjoyed management simulation games before getting into LeoRe, and this felt oddly similar. Once I finished Yeonju’s schedule and the move, I wanted to switch jobs immediately and live as the cult leader.
“I’ll help you with the payment.”
“Yes, check please.”
With the goal of becoming a cult leader firmly planted in my head, I walked to the counter and paid for two chokers. Unofficially, she’s basically Believer Number One. I should treat her well.
I smiled at Hye-mi and wrote my name in neat block letters on the electronic pad for the signature. I could feel her eyes watching me closely as I signed.
Beep.
“Thank you. Payment complete.”
Hye-mi handed me my card along with a shopping bag prominently displaying the Chanel logo in English. I took it, glanced around, and said goodbye to her.
“See you again, Hye-mi.”
“Yes… Minjun…”
I strolled out of the Chanel store at a leisurely pace. Even though I was short on time, I couldn’t run and embarrass myself while Hye-mi was still watching from the counter. Maintaining that relaxed demeanor all the way to the parking lot, I got into the Lambo and slammed the accelerator.
Time to earn your keep, Lambo.
By the time I left the department store, the sunset was already fading. I sped as fast as I could while only barely obeying traffic laws. On the highway, whenever there were no speed cameras, I pushed it to 200 km/h. Other drivers, intimidated by the ridiculous exhaust note and overwhelming presence, drove extra cautiously, so there was zero risk of an accident.
I reached Incheon Airport as quickly as possible and drove toward the gate where I’d promised to meet Yeonju, scanning the crowd.
There she is. My Yeonju.
Yeonju was turning her head this way and that, watching the passing cars. The bright red dress made her look like a princess from a fairy tale, so she was impossible to miss.
She’s so damn cute… That little puppy is supposedly going to drive a wedge between a married couple? I still can’t believe it… but I have to check anyway.
Yeonju looked like a puppy abandoned by its owner. Her eyes were sunken and her expression was so pitiful that she seemed ready to burst into tears at any moment. With every passing second, tears welled up in her large eyes. Because I was late, she was being hurt in real time. My chest ached with guilt, yet even her wounded look was adorable.
Stop just watching and call her, you idiot.
She looked like she was about to start sobbing any second, so I parked the car and got out. As I walked toward her, Yeonju suddenly lowered her head. It was the posture of someone whose tears were about to spill in the next three seconds.
I had come here fully intending to be a bastard, but even so, I couldn’t make her cry before we even met. I normally hated raising my voice, but she was still too far away. I shouted loud enough for the entire airport to hear.
“Yeonju!!!”
“…?!”
Her body jolted violently. She must have recognized my voice. Yeonju snapped her head up and looked in my direction. The moment she spotted me, her eyes widened in surprise and she came running straight at me.
Thud.
Without slowing down, Yeonju threw herself into my arms like a magnet and clung to me as if she would never let go.
“Ugh… aah… kgh… Min… Minjun…”
“Did you wait long, Yeonju?”
“Hic… kgh… aah… N-no… I… I missed you so much… kgh… hic…”
“It’s okay. Don’t cry.”
I pulled her fully into my embrace and gently stroked her hair. My attempt to calm her down only seemed to make her feel more wronged, and the tears she had been holding back finally spilled over.
“Kgh… haa… hic… huaa… huaaang…”
Yeonju buried her face in my chest and cried, soaking my shirt. If I hadn’t had sex at the department store, it probably wouldn’t have gotten this bad. I wondered if I’d gone too far. Still, for the sake of building up to revealing her true nature, this development wasn’t bad. The more her emotions fluctuated, the harder it would be for her to hide her true feelings.
I’ll make it up to you later. Just endure today, Yeonju. That is, if you’re not a yandere.
Today’s goal was to determine whether Yeonju was a yandere or had the potential to become one. I planned to push her to her limit with stress and observe how she handled it. If she showed any abnormal reaction or gave off dangerous vibes, our normal relationship would end today. In that case, I would have to treat her far more roughly than I did Sieun noona. To prevent a yandere ending, the only option would be to steer her onto an abnormal route and turn her into a sex-crazed meat toilet who could think of nothing but my cock.
Using the Hand of God would be simple, but…
Honestly, confirming her fetishes by injecting lust with the Hand of God would be faster and more certain than stressing her out and watching for strange behavior. However, I couldn’t risk carelessly using it and accidentally awakening her dormant possessive instincts. Even I had originally only possessed mild dominant and sadistic tendencies. Without the side effects of the Hand of God, I never would have actually choked or punched anyone in the stomach. I might have wanted to try it once, but it would have remained something I never actually did. There was a clear difference between vaguely wanting to do something and actually being able to do it. The Hand of God erased that boundary. Using it recklessly might only make things more complicated.
Yeah. Observing Yeonju’s reaction is the best approach.
I hardened my resolve and patted her back as she cried in my arms.
Pat. Pat.
“Hic… haa… huaa…”
“Calm down. It’s okay. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Huaa… haa… kgh… hng…”
After I patted her back a few times, Yeonju gradually stopped crying. I didn’t even need the Hand of God. To Yeonju, my ordinary hands were like miracle hands.
“Yeonju. Once you stop crying, I’ll give you a present.”
“Kgh… hng… A… present…?”
Yeonju looked up at me and asked. It was cute how she reacted to the word “present” even while still feeling hurt. No matter how sulky or wounded she got, a little treat and a walk were enough to turn her back into a panting puppy. I wiped the tear stains from her face with my hand, took her wrist, and led her toward my car.
I stood her in front of the car, opened the door, and took out the Chanel shopping bag from the dashboard. The choker was neatly packaged inside. I unwrapped it and took the choker out. It was a shame to ruin the packaging, but these things were meant to be put on personally.
“Yeonju, hold your hair up for a moment.”
“Huh…? Okay…”
Yeonju raised her arms and gathered her hair. I unfastened the choker’s chain and slipped it around her neck.
“Hng…”
Yeonju had squeezed her eyes shut and tensed her body, probably thinking I was about to do something else. When she realized I had only put the choker on and stepped back, she slowly opened her eyes and touched her neck with her pretty hands.
“What… is this, Minjun?”
“It’s a choker. I thought it would suit you, so I bought it.”
“I-I see… Aah… ugh… Thank you…”
Even after already thanking me, Yeonju kept fiddling with the black jewel on the choker and glancing at me. It seemed like she had more to say.
“Umm… Minjun… So, you know…”
“Yes.”
“Does… this look… good on me? Is it pretty…?”
“Yes. It’s pretty.”
“Aah… aah…”
She had asked so cautiously that I wondered what she was going to say, but it turned out she was only asking if the choker I gave her suited her. Without a moment’s hesitation, I told her it was pretty. It wasn’t flattery—I meant it completely. Her neck was long, slender, and smooth without a single wrinkle. On top of that, her milky-white skin contrasted sharply with the black choker, making her neck look even more tempting.
“It goes well with your dress too. Do you usually like Disney-style dresses? You look like a real princess in that outfit.”
“Aah… This is… well… Dad’s… Dad’s preference…”
“My future father-in-law and I have the same taste.”
“…?”
It was a common internet joke, but it seemed too advanced for Yeonju. She didn’t understand and hesitated, unsure how to respond.
Poof!
Suddenly her face flushed bright red. Whether she was trying to cool the heat rising in her head or not, her signature “Aah… aah…” sounds spilled out.
“Auuu… aah… aah…”
After watching her with amusement, I opened the passenger door, helped her inside, and got into the driver’s seat to start the car. Yeonju continued struggling with the aftereffects of the “father-in-law” joke for a while. It took over ten minutes for her red face to return to normal.
“Umm… Minjun…”
“Yes.”
“Can I… lower this…?”
Yeonju pointed at the sun visor. She probably wanted to look in the mirror attached to it.
“Of course.”
“Ah… Thank you…!”
Whatever she was thanking me for, Yeonju happily lowered the sun visor after getting my permission. She tilted her chin up to stretch her neck and examined the choker in the mirror. She kept turning her head to look at it from different angles and fiddling with the small black gem in the center. She seemed to really like the choker. After a little while, she even started humming.
While driving, I glanced at her and spoke.
“Hm~ hm~”
“You like it that much?”
“Ah…!! Y-yes… It’s my first time… receiving something like this… I really, really like it… Thank you, Minjun.”
“If you’re that grateful, give me a kiss.”
“…Huh?”
“Driving is tiring. I think I’d feel better if I got a kiss from you, Yeonju.”
“…”
I didn’t need to look to know. Yeonju had probably turned into a tomato.
Ha. “I’d feel better if I got a kiss”?
Even I felt embarrassed after saying it. My own cheeks grew warm, copying Yeonju. But this was all part of the plan. Making her mood soar and then crash again was part of the design. It wasn’t just to satisfy my own desires.
Whoosh.
“Uuu…”
After a short wait, I felt Yeonju leaning in with her lips. I timed it and, just as her breath reached my cheek, turned my head away. No matter how embarrassing or cringey it was, wasting this perfect opportunity on just a cheek kiss felt like a waste.
Smack.
“Hng…!”
“Ah, that gave me energy.”
After stealing a kiss from her lips, I focused on driving again.
“Kgh…”
Yeonju seemed startled and started hiccuping beside me. Her reactions were so good that I wanted to try surprising her with more than just a kiss later—maybe even a surprise blowjob.
“Yeonju, have you eaten dinner?”
“Kgh… Yes… kgh… I ate… kgh… with Dad at the airport… kgh…”
“Then how about a drink?”
“Kgh… Sounds good… kgh…”
It was late evening, so it was almost time for drinking to start. I headed toward Gangnam, aiming for that. There were bars everywhere, but there was only one reason to go all the way to Gangnam.
Because there are lots of pretty noonas dressed in almost nothing.
Even if some were plastic surgery monsters, the women in Gangnam were definitely prettier. Plus, everyone from bar staff to club girls gathered there, so their outfits were all very revealing. Even in winter, plenty of people wore miniskirts.
My plan was to wander the streets under the pretext of looking for a bar, openly ogle the half-naked noonas with lecherous eyes, and provoke Yeonju’s jealousy.
This feels like some YouTube video.
There were probably videos with titles like “Secretly Making My Girlfriend Jealous!” somewhere on YouTube. But for Yeonju, that level was just right. Her comprehension wasn’t the best, so trying to make her jealous through sophisticated psychological warfare was impossible from the start. To do it properly, I had to keep it intuitive and simple, matching her level.
Vroooom.
While chatting about this and that with Yeonju, we had already entered Gangnam. As expected, the back alleys of Gangnam were buzzing with energy. The sidewalks and even the roads were packed with people, forcing the car to crawl along. Loud music blared nonstop from every shop lining both sides of the street. Provocatively dressed club girls walked around in groups, and there were even girls dressed even more revealingly than the club girls, exuding sexual energy.
Damn. This is perfect.
The preparations were complete. It was time to uncover Yeonju’s true nature. The method was a bit trashy, but it couldn’t be helped. Even trash wanted to filter out other trash.