Secret Magical Lovers: Yandere Isekai Novel

"This is truly delicious," Tsumi said as she took a bite of the roasted crab. The tender meat melted in her mouth, its rich flavor meant to spread across her tongue. She let out a small sigh of satisfaction, her expression shifting into one of pure delight.

In truth, she felt nothing.

Just as her emotions were nearly nonexistent, her sense of taste was the same—empty. No sweetness, no bitterness, no saltiness. Her taste buds were useless, as if food were nothing more than texture in her mouth.

It was a defect she had carried since birth, just like her near-emotionless nature.

Not even her magical powers as a magical girl cured it.

"That is absolutely true," Mari chimed in, eagerly digging into her own portion. She tore off a piece of crab meat, savoring the taste before swallowing it down.

Tsumi watched her, then glanced at the others at the table, quietly observing the way they enjoyed their meals. Sometimes, she wondered what it would be like—to truly taste food, to experience flavors the way normal people did. Would it make eating more enjoyable? Would it change anything about her?

But, just like emotions, taste was something she would never truly have.

As the meal continued, Tsumi turned her gaze toward Ezakiel, her crimson eyes studying him intently. "So, Ezakiel, what have you been up to these days?" she asked, her tone light yet carrying an unmistakable edge of curiosity.

She didn't particularly care about the mundane details of his daily life, but she needed to know everything about him. It was only natural. After all, he was her fixation—the one person who had sparked something inside her. His existence was a contradiction, a being whose soul and body didn't quite match. And then, one day, he had suddenly started acting out of character.

That alone made him worth studying.

Knowing more about him meant understanding him better.

If he said something useful, Tsumi would commit it to memory. If it was interesting, she'd dig deeper. She had already done her share of research, and she knew one thing for certain—Miyuki was not his aunt in any sense of the word. She had never even met his father. Both of them had lied.

That was something she would investigate later.

For now, she had a more pressing matter to focus on.

She had a target to eliminate.

"Hm… why are you so interested in what he's doing?" Yonoshita asked, narrowing her eyes at Tsumi.

"Exactly," Emawari chimed in, nodding in agreement.

Tsumi narrowed her eyes slightly but kept up her sweet act, waving off their suspicion with a soft smile. "Oh, come on! I'm just curious if he's broken any more jaws lately," she said with an airy chuckle. "After all, that's what got him expelled. And even if he's no longer a part of Summer Fall High, his bad behavior could still reflect poorly on our school's reputation."

"Don't worry, I haven't broken any more jaws," Ezakiel replied, his tone casual. But inside, his mind was racing.

Why is Tsumi so eager to know what I am up to?

Has she already started suspecting me?

No… that is impossible.

There was no way she could have figured him out this soon. He had been careful—hadn't he? Or had he unknowingly slipped up somewhere? Done something to give himself away?

His thoughts spiraled as he considered an even worse possibility.

What if it wasn't just Tsumi?

What if all four of them—Tsumi, Mari, Yonoshita, and Emawari—were onto him?

If that were the case, he was as good as dead.

At his current strength, he was nowhere near capable of fighting any of them. Each of them alone was at least as strong as a low- to mid-tier demon-level monster—perhaps even stronger. And if he was being honest, they were likely far beyond that, closer to high-tier entities. Compared to them, he was nothing. They could kill him with the flick of a wrist.

A chill ran down his spine.

"What's wrong?" Miyuki asked, noticing the sudden paleness of his face. Beads of sweat had begun forming on his forehead.

"Are you okay?" Mari added, her expression shifting slightly.

Out of all of them, Mari had the sharpest instinct when it came to sensing emotions. She could feel it—his anxiety, his fear. Something was off about him.

He's definitely hiding something, she thought, her interest piqued. But what?

I can use my power to dig deeper, to pry into his emotions and uncover the truth.

But she hesitated.

If I did, it would put me at odds with Tsumi.

And while Mari wasn't afraid of Tsumi, she knew better than to cross her unnecessarily.

No, for now, it is best to sit back and watch.

She would let Tsumi figure it out first.

After all, they had a deal.

"You know," Miyuki said, leaning forward slightly, "I get the feeling that a lot of things are happening at this table without me even knowing."

Ezakiel let out a short chuckle. "Jeez, there's nothing like that going on."

"Of course not," Mari added, smiling.

"Yes, absolutely," Tsumi agreed with a nod.

They all lied.

Each of them had their own secrets, their own hidden agendas playing out at the same time—without the others fully realizing it. And yet, in some strange way, that statement wasn't entirely false either.

Then—

A sudden vibration broke the moment. A phone ringing.

"Whose phone is that?" Yonoshita asked, glancing around.

"It's mine," Ezakiel said, pulling out his phone. His eyes narrowed as he checked the caller ID. Why is she calling me now?!

The name on the screen was one he hadn't expected—Rin.

If she was calling him at this hour, it had to be important. He had no choice but to answer.

He pressed the button and held the phone to his ear. "What happened? Are you okay?" His voice was softer than usual, carrying an unmistakable note of concern.

Tsumi tilted her head slightly, narrowing her crimson eyes. There was something different in his tone.

Is that… care?

Then—

"What?!"

Ezakiel's sharp, raised voice cut through the air, making everyone at the table turn toward him.

His jaw clenched. His grip on the phone tightened.

"I'll be there," he said firmly, cutting the call without another word.

Without hesitation, he reached into his pocket, pulled out his account card, and placed it in front of Miyuki.

"Forgive me, everyone. A friend of mine needs my help, and I have to go." His tone was urgent but controlled. "Use this to pay for the meal. There's about two million dollars on it—it should be more than enough. Whatever's left, split it among yourselves… and burn the card afterward."

Miyuki's eyes widened in shock. "Wait—you're going outside in this weather?"

As if to emphasize her words, a bright flash of lightning lit up the sky, followed by a deafening crash of thunder. The rain pounded heavily against the windows, now even stronger than before.

"I have to," Ezakiel said without hesitation. His expression was unreadable, but the intensity in his eyes spoke volumes.

Without waiting for another word, he turned on his heel and sprinted toward the exit.

...

Outside, the rain swallowed him whole. His clothes were instantly drenched the moment he stepped out, but he didn't slow down. He raised his hand, waving down a taxi.

A yellow cab screeched to a halt in front of him, and he quickly slipped inside, slamming the door shut.

"Yoyogi Park. Quickly," Ezakiel ordered, his voice firm.

The driver glanced at him through the rearview mirror, brows furrowed. "At this time? In this weather? What are you even planning to do there?"

"No time for questions," Ezakiel snapped.

The driver sighed. "Alright, but it'll cost extra. The roads are a mess right now."

Without hesitation, Ezakiel yanked off his diamond watch and tossed it onto the front seat. "Take this. More than enough."

The driver picked up the watch, eyes widening. "Is this… real diamond?"

"Yes! Now drive!"

The driver didn't need to be told twice. "Alright, alright—here we go!"

With a sudden jolt, the taxi sped off, cutting through the rain-slicked streets as the storm raged on.

....

Yoyogi Park

Ezakiel finally arrived at the park, stepping out of the taxi without hesitation. The moment his feet touched the ground, he broke into a sprint, his clothes already drenched from the relentless rain. His heart wasn't pounding from fear—but from the urgency of the situation.

When he reached the pond area, his eyes locked onto the scene before him.

Yayoi stood in the center, holding a black umbrella over her head. But she looked different from before.

Her usual perfect drill-like curls were gone. Instead, her long, wavy hair flowed freely, wet and clinging to her pale face. Black mascara streaks ran down her cheeks, giving her a strange, haunting appearance.

Standing beside her were two of her five bodyguards, each holding an umbrella, their expressions cold and unreadable.

And in front of them—Rin and her sister.

Both girls were on their knees, hands tightly bound behind their backs, their mouths gagged with thick cloth. Their wide, frightened eyes darted between Ezakiel and Yayoi, silently pleading for help.

A slow, satisfied smirk curled on Yayoi's lips as she met Ezakiel's gaze.

"Well, well, well… you finally made it," she said in a mocking tone, tilting her head slightly as lightning flashed and thunder roared.

Ezakiel's jaw tightened. "Spare me the theatrics. Let them go. Now." His voice was low, cold, and full of warning. "Do it, and I'll spare you."

At first, he had planned to let Yayoi walk away. She was a nuisance, but nothing more than that.

But now… seeing her like this… she was a problem.

A problem that needed to be eliminated.

Yayoi let out a soft chuckle. "Oh? And if I say no, what exactly are you going to do?"

Ezakiel remained silent, his crimson eyes watching her every move. There was no choice now.

I have to use my powers… I have to finish this quickly.

He had to—before the magical girls arrived.

But just as he was about to act—

Snap.

Yayoi snapped her fingers.

Immediately, the air around them changed.

The world seemed to twist and distort, as if reality itself was shifting. The atmosphere grew heavy, pressing down on him. The surroundings darkened, turning bleak and black before slowly returning to normal—except the rain had stopped.

Ezakiel's eyes widened in disbelief. He knew what had happened.

This can't be happening… A closed proximity zone?!

That is impossible.

Only monsters could create something like this.... unless

A sinking feeling settled in his stomach as realization struck him.

Yayoi had turned into a monster.

And not just any monster.

A unique one.