Tokyo Yandere Girlfriend

Chapter 34

Malice.

From the moment she met the girl's gaze, a torrent of complex emotions surged toward her.

The girl's eyes brimmed with too many feelings—resentment, jealousy, disdain, pain...

Takahashi Mio froze, unable to understand why this girl harbored such intense hostility toward her.

What, was it her fault that the girl was short and flat-chested?

She couldn't help the thought.

But then the girl's scornful tone rubbed her the wrong way. Frowning, Mio asked instinctively, "Who even are you?"

Obviously, I'm Kiyoya's future wife—no ifs, no buts.

Kitajo Suzune almost said it outright.

But thinking it over, she figured Mio might just laugh in her face, given her current status. So she pursed her lips and said instead, "Obviously, I'm the one closest to Kiyoya."

"The one closest to him?"

Mio blinked, brows furrowing.

Then, glancing at the girl's petite frame, she couldn't help but hesitate. "Little miss, aren't you still in middle school? I don't remember Kiyoya ever saying he had a younger sister."

"...?"

Suzune's face froze on the spot.

Though it was only October in Tokyo, a layer of frost seemed to settle in the air.

Her eyes flared. She clenched her fists, her whole body trembling with rage as she snapped, "You're the one in middle school! If you don't need your eyes, donate them to someone who does! No wonder they say big boobs mean no brains—you're unbelievably dumb."

"Uh..."

Mio hadn't expected such a fiery reaction. Startled by the sudden volume, she glanced around and noticed people were beginning to stare.

"Keep your voice down," she said, rubbing her ear and looking helplessly at the girl. "So who are you really? You think I'm an idiot? Like I'll just believe whatever you say?"

"Heh."

Suzune sneered, pulled out her phone, and shoved a photo in Mio's face—the one she'd taken yesterday with Shiratori Kiyoya.

"...?"

Mio frowned instinctively and zoomed in on the image.

Suzune didn't rush her. She waited until Mio finished examining it, then smugly pocketed her phone and smiled. "You believe me now?"

Mio didn't respond. She pressed her lips together, thought for a moment, then said, "So what exactly are you trying to prove? It's just a photo. That doesn't mean anything. If you want to play that game, I've got pictures that are way more intimate."

The word "intimate" hit Suzune like a clap of thunder. Her head buzzed. Blood rushed to her face.

She stared at Mio with venom in her eyes and said coldly, "You really think you're good enough for him? That you're better than Kitajo Shione? That he actually likes you?"

There it was again—Kitajo Shione.

The name made Mio's expression twitch with irritation.

"What do you mean, 'good enough'? He's the one who chased me."

"Hah. What a joke."

Suzune didn't believe a word. She locked eyes with Mio and said, "Keep telling yourself that. You've heard of Kitajo Shione, right? You think you're prettier than her? More talented? Nicer?"

"Unless there's no other option, people who've seen better won't settle for less. You really think Shiratori Kiyoya would go after someone like you? Don't make me laugh."

Mio's face darkened. She bit her lip, suppressing her anger.

"Are you done yet? What do you even want from me?"

Seeing her finally lose her edge, Suzune smiled in satisfaction. She clasped her hands over her chest and said, "So you finally get that you're not good enough. Then be smart and break up with Kiyoya before you embarrass yourself."

"Break up?"

Mio blinked. The rage she'd been holding onto suddenly dissipated. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at the girl in front of her.

"So you came all this way just to get me to break up with him?"

She glanced at Suzune's underdeveloped figure and that babyish but coquettish face.

Before Suzune could reply, Mio narrowed her eyes and smiled.

"Even if he doesn't like me that much, like you said—even if we did break up—it's not like he'd ever go for someone like you."

"Forget personality. Just in terms of height and body, both me and that Kitajo Shione you keep bringing up—we're taller, curvier. If Kiyoya really liked your type, why wouldn't he have picked you already?"

At that, seeing Suzune's smile vanish and her face cloud over like a storm, Mio felt a wave of satisfaction.

She smiled smugly and delivered the final blow.

"Whatever happens, he's not gonna choose a flat-chested little loli, is he? You think Kiyoya's into lolis?"

There's no way I'm breaking up with him.

Even if, like she said, Kiyoya doesn't really like me, it's not happening.

It used to be about money. But now, there's something even more important.

Pride.

Why shouldn't I be compared to Kitajo Shione?

Sure, she's pretty—but so what? Am I really that far beneath her?

Always being told I'm not as good as her—it's disgusting.

She only got lucky. She had Friend A writing her songs all the time. Without that, would she even be famous?

Even after the breakup, people still compare me to her. It's sickening.

But Suzune's body trembled at Mio's words, her little fists clenched tight.

And when she heard "flat-chested little loli," she couldn't take it anymore.

The shame filled her chest, and she lunged.

"I'll kill you!"

"...?"

Mio froze, completely caught off guard by Suzune's sudden outburst.

"What are you two doing?"

A familiar voice suddenly cut through the air.

Suzune froze like she'd been struck by lightning.

All her rage vanished, replaced by panic. Her eyes filled with fear, and she turned as if to bolt.

But Shiratori Kiyoya was already getting closer.

She couldn't run. Even if she tried, he'd see her.

And even if she did get away, he might have amnesia—but Mio would definitely tell him everything.

That bastard...

If I'd known, I wouldn't have said all that...

What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?

Panic and regret flooded her. Head bowed, fists clenched tight, Suzune stood there like a lamb awaiting slaughter.

One thought flashed through her mind: Maybe I should just collapse and pretend to faint...