Secret Magical Lovers: Yandere Isekai Novel

Unus Café was one of the most well-known late-night cafés in Tokyo. It was a place of quiet luxury, a retreat for the city's elite, and a hub for those who appreciated refinement.

It was also a familiar spot for Ezakiel—the original Ezakiel. He used to come here regularly, almost four times a week. It had become his personal haven, a place where he could relax and gather his thoughts.

Tonight, however, was different. Tonight, he was here with Rin.

Bringing her here hadn't been easy. It had taken quite a bit of persuasion, reassurance, and convincing, but in the end, she had agreed. Now, the real challenge began. He needed to be careful—extremely careful—about how he handled this situation.

Rin sat across from him, visibly tense. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her fingers gripping the hem of her skirt. Her eyes darted nervously around the lavish surroundings, and her unease was almost palpable.

"Are you sure this was a good idea?" she asked, her voice laced with hesitation.

"Huh? What's the problem?" Ezakiel tilted his head slightly, watching her expression carefully.

She hesitated, her lips pressing into a thin line as she struggled to put her thoughts into words.

"It's just…"

She trailed off, but Ezakiel didn't need her to finish. It didn't take him long to understand what was making her uncomfortable.

I guess a place like this is too much for someone like her… someone who comes from a poor background.

The café was designed for the wealthy, and every detail reflected that. The walls were adorned with intricate carvings, the furniture made of the finest polished wood. Elegant chandeliers bathed the space in a warm, golden glow, giving the room a soft, refined ambiance.

Large, breathtaking paintings hung on the walls, each piece an unmistakable sign of wealth and culture. The patrons, too, were dressed in high-end fashion, wearing designer brands and expensive jewelry as if it we there second nature to them.

Rin, in contrast, looked out of place.

Ezakiel sighed, leaning back slightly before placing his hand on the table. The pristine tablecloth, the delicate porcelain teacups, the poised and neatly dressed clientele—it was all overwhelming for so by someone like her.

"Jeez, no need to feel so uncomfortable," he said, trying to sound reassuring. "It's not like anyone here is going to eat you alive, you know."

I should also order something for us.

With a snap of his fingers, a waitress promptly approached their table. She moved with practiced elegance, her uniform crisp, her expression warm and professional.

"What would you like, sir?" she asked with a polite smile.

Ezakiel barely glanced at the menu before replying.

"Bring us your finest and most expensive items."

And also one more thing.

Reaching into the pocket of his coat, he pulled out a sleek checkbook and a pen. Without hesitation, he scrawled down a staggering sum, tore off the check, and handed it to the waitress.

The moment her eyes landed on the amount, they widened in shock. Her hands trembled slightly as she held the check.

"W-What is this…?" she asked, her voice unsteady.

"It's your tip," Ezakiel said casually, watching her reaction with mild amusement. "I just paid you a million yen. And…" He tapped the checkbook lightly with his pen, a smirk tugging at his lips. "I'll pay you another million if you can convince the manager—or better yet, the owner—to close the café for a while. I have something important to discuss with the young lady here."

He gestured toward Rin without even looking at her.

"I want complete privacy. No other customers. No staff eavesdropping. And in return…" His smirk widened slightly. "I'll pay them five million dollars. Not yen—dollars."

The waitress nearly dropped her notepad.

She took the bait.

"H-Hai! I'll do it immediately and with the utmost priority!" she stammered, her voice shaking with excitement. Without wasting another second, she spun around and rushed toward the back of the café, disappearing from sight.

Ezakiel leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly as he laced his fingers together.

"Now then," he murmured, his crimson eyes flickering toward Rin. She sat frozen in place, her hands resting stiffly in her lap, her expression unreadable.

'I know what she's thinking. She's wondering what she just got herself into.'

"I know what you're thinking," Ezakiel said smoothly, his voice calm and measured. "But rest assured, I'm here to help—if you're willing to accept it."

He paused for a moment, then waved a hand dismissively.

"However, before we get into that, let's wait until the café is ours alone."

It's better if no one else hears what I'm about to say to her.

Soon, the café was completely emptied. The staff worked quickly, clearing out customers and whispering among themselves about the absurd amount of money they had just been promised. Within minutes, the once-lively establishment fell into an eerie silence, leaving only Ezakiel and Rin behind.

The table before them was now covered in an extravagant spread—high-quality imported coffee, fine wines, an assortment of gourmet seafood, and a selection of luxurious delicacies. The kind of meal fit for royalty.

Rin, however, barely glanced at the food. Her hands clutched the fabric of her skirt tightly as she looked at Ezakiel with caution.

"You said you would help me," she murmured, her voice tense. "How? And why?"

Ezakiel leaned forward slightly, his expression shifting.

"Isn't it obvious?" he said, his tone softening. "How can I just sit back and let someone like you suffer like this?"

He let out a slow sigh before continuing.

"I don't like how that Yayoi girl—that psycho lesbian—treats you. She acts like you're her toy, her property." His voice carried a hint of frustration, but more than that, concern.

He hoped he was making the right face—just the right amount of sadness in his expression, just the right level of sympathy in his tone. He needed her to believe that he truly cared.

The first step to manipulating someone is gaining their trust. And what better way to do that than by showing sympathy for their problems.

Rin hesitated before speaking.

"How long… how long have you known about this?" she asked, her voice uncertain.

Now, how should I answer this? Saying a few weeks might be too much… No, three days should be enough.

"I just found out about it three days ago," Ezakiel said, his voice laced with regret. "I only wish I had known sooner."

"I see… then why do you want to help me?" Rin asked. "Someone like me… a nobody?"

Ezakiel shook his head.

"You're not a nobody, Rin. At least, not to me," he said, placing his hand gently over hers.

Rin stiffened at the touch and quickly pulled her hand away.

"What do you mean by that?" she asked, her eyes narrowing slightly.

Ezakiel raised his hands slightly in a calm gesture.

"Oh, sorry… I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"It's fine," Rin murmured, glancing away for a moment.

Ezakiel sighed, lowering his gaze slightly as if recalling a painful memory.

"The thing is…" he began, his voice heavy with regret. "I once had a friend who was in the same situation as you. She needed help, but because of my own foolishness, I didn't help her when she needed me the most."

Of course, this was a lie—one he had just made up on the spot.

"So is that why you want to help me?" Rin said.

"Yes, you can say that I am trying to correct a mistake of mine," Ezakiel said. "So please let me help you...."

"But Yayoi… her family is rich and powerful," Rin said hesitantly. "If you did your research, then you should know what she did to my parents… and to me."

Ezakiel leaned back slightly, unfazed.

"So what? That doesn't matter," he said, his voice calm yet firm. "I'm rich and powerful myself. I have nothing to fear from her, and there's nothing she can do to me."

After all, I'm a literal monster. I could kill her anytime and in any way I want.

Rin lowered her head. "I… I need some time," she said softly. "I'm sorry, I really don't want to bother you with my problems. It's not fair to drag a stranger like you into this."

"Please don't say that," Ezakiel replied.

"I really feel bad," Rin murmured.

"No, don't. Please," Ezakiel said, his voice gentle but insistent.

Just say yes, you stupid girl. How the hell am I supposed to move forward with my plan if you don't rely on me? How can I mold you into my own obedient and disposable toy if you keep resisting?

"I'm sorry," Rin said softly.

"I see," Ezakiel replied, masking his frustration behind a calm smile. He pulled out his wallet, took a small piece of paper, and quickly scribbled down his number. Then, he handed it to her.

"Just giving you my number—in case you ever need me," he said smoothly.

"Thank you," Rin said, tucking the paper into the pocket of her skirt.

Ezakiel leaned back, letting the moment settle before changing the subject.

"I guess we should eat now," he said. "And don't worry about the bill, as I told you earlier—it's on me."

As they began their meal, he kept his expression neutral, but inside, his thoughts were already shifting.

If talking won't work… then I'll just have to force her to accept my help. And I know how to make it happen.