F-Rank Puppeteer!! But I'll be Queen, and I'm not a narcissist!!!!! Chapter 251: A Yangire and a Dorodere

"...Haaa..." I gasp in pain as I get out of bed, exhausted, listening to the faint sound of blood droplets falling. My tail is limp on the floor and my wings are tucked in, while I watch Esther drink a cup of tea.

The last few hours were painfully intense; it was the first ti Esther had taken our relationship to sothing so extre.

"You look sick, do you need dicine?" Esther asks with a fake smile but a cold tone, similar to how she used to be back when she didn’t care about anything.

"N-No... I’m just a little nauseous... b-but it’ll pass," I say, feeling full of pain and a bit of disgust at what happened a few hours ago.

"Alright then, I hope your nausea passes quickly," she says with a "kindness" that’s uncomfortable because she’s the cause of the nausea.

’Was this really necessary?’ I look at the bed, soaked in blood. It was the most disgusting sexual encounter we’ve had since we got married.

All because she wanted to test the "Limits" once and for all and define how far she could go without completely breaking our relationship. She really seed like a wild beast driven by instinct.

’At least now that she’s set a limit, things will be lighter and more peaceful...’ A small victory, I guess.

"Please don’t do that again, Esther. It’s genuinely repulsive that you have the nerve to have sex with while I’m injured like that."

"Don’t worry, I didn’t like it much either, since it gave more hunger than pleasure doing that. I won’t do it again. I just wanted to find out what was so wrong with the two of us, but I appreciate your answers." She puts the cup on the table and stands up, coming over to .

"You’re truly delicious..." she says, running her finger softly over my chest, before taking a step back.

"Don’t bla the instincts. You didn’t do this just because you were hungry. You did it on purpose," I say, going to the wardrobe, where there are already several clothes with my exact asurents, showing the efficiency of the shadows.

I choose an outfit, feeling Esther’s gaze on my body. It’s almost degrading to be seen by her like this.

"Oh yes, that’s true. I’m not saying it was my instincts’ fault. I clearly did it on purpose, Evelyn. But if you hated it so much, you shouldn’t have moaned for , because that makes it hard to control myself," she says as I finish getting dressed, after using a damp cloth to clean the blood from my body.

’...’ I turn to her, and she won’t stop staring at my chest.

"Your heart still hasn’t returned," she murmurs, knowing this.

"Of course not. Why would I rebuild it if you were just going to tear it out again? It didn’t make sense to create a core at that mont."

"Are you angry? How cute." She sits on the table, almost rebelliously, since this is my room and she should at least have so respect for , as I am her queen now.

"Don’t you feel disgust at what you did?"

"No."

"...I should have imagined that... At least... did you like my heart?" My question cos out more restrained than I would have liked, and I strangely hope for a yes.

"Yes, I loved feeling your love for that way, Evelyn. Now tell , my Queen, what will you do? Seeing how you are, I believe you’ll create puppets to do your work as queen, so you’ll have a lot of free ti."

"However, the current war will demand a lot of your presence. In other words, you’ll have to go to the battlefield, whether you want to or not, my Queen." She speaks as I begin to rebuild the internal damage she caused to my body.

"I’ll see about that later. I have ti."

"How cold."

"You made cold." Her attitudes are the reason I’ve beco so desensitized. In the past, if Esther had done what she did to a few hours ago, I would have felt disgust and fear of being near her. But now I barely feel anything beyond discomfort and a certain sensation of being dirty.

"Yes, yes, I made you this way, my Queen... I think there was a term for this, wasn’t there?"

"What do you an?"

"I’m referring to the knowledge I have. I’m sure there was a na for my attitude... let rember..." She murmurs as I correctly place the jewelry on my outfit.

"Ah, I rember. Yandere. I think that’s what people with my attitude were called. For the beings who watch our lives as if it were a ga, my love for you makes a Yandere, or sothing like that."

’So she even knows that...’ Demons don’t have the term ’Yandere’ because of how relationships and love work among demons.

"Oh yes, really, Esther. I think you are a Yandere." I never really thought much about a concrete definition for Esther’s unhealthy love for .

"But I actually think you seem more like a Yangire than a Yandere."

"Yangire? What’s that?" Esther asks, confused, showing her limitations. She was still a ga character, even though it’s not a ga anymore. She only knows things from the ga, and in the ga, there was no ntion of Yangire.

Although there was ntion of Marie’s Yandere route, which is a very difficult route to achieve, because Marie is a Tsundere and making her beco a Yandere in the ga was ridiculously hard.

"...It’s like a Yandere, only worse, because they’re more violent, impulsive, and do disturbing things like what you just did to less than 30 minutes ago. Plus, they don’t mind hurting their partners when consud by rage. It’s like a Yandere, only ten tis more dangerous to be around."

"Oh, I see. Live and learn, I guess. Although I am curious about everything you know about the truth of the world and how." She doesn’t even seem to care about being called a Yangire, which would kind of be an insult.

"So you like that archetype of girl?" Her question is almost disconcerting.

"No."

"Bold. So what type of girl do you like, Evelyn?"

"I don’t know. I don’t have any preferred type regarding personality."

"And about the body?"

"...You’re my preferred type..." Undeniably, Esther’s physique is the physique that attracts in a girl.

"Wonderful then, Evelyn. Although I already imagined. You like staring at my breasts sotis."

’Why am I having this depraved, unhealthy, and uncomfortable conversation right now?’... I take a deep breath, looking at myself in the mirror to fix my hair, which is a bit dirty with blood. I’ll need a bath later, but I have sothing to resolve that has to be done now. I don’t have ti to take a bath despite the stench of blood.

"Evelyn, I’m curious now. If I’m this so-called Yangire to you, why don’t you ask to change?"

"...Because it doesn’t matter. As long as you’re crazy like this, you’ll never abandon ."

"..."

"And you, Evelyn, since we’re imposing archetypes on each other..." She says as if she wasn’t the one who started it by saying she was like a Yandere.

"What are you, Evelyn?"

"A Dorodere." I say without hesitation. I have no reason to lie or hide it, although this term is rarer to see.

"...?...Tsk, another term I don’t know. And what is a Dorodere supposedly?" She, who doesn’t know about manga or gas, obviously wouldn’t know. After all, there wasn’t a Dorodere character in the ga.

"A Dorodere person is deeply in love with soone, shows affection and care, but this love is obsessive, possessive, and emotionally intense. It can beco manipulative, suffocating, or psychologically unstable."

"But they aren’t a direct physical threat like a Yandere. It’s like a Yandere, only less dangerous, and they don’t mind being hurt by the person they love if it keeps them close." It defines irritatingly well at present.

After all, I let Esther hurt just because I love her, and I know this has beco a problem. But I can’t help it, because even hurting , I know she’s only mine and will always be with .

"Hahaha, that really is a perfect description of you now."

"Satisfied?" I ask, finishing getting ready. Everything seems completely fine with , which is necessary to maintain an image of a queen. After all, it would be problematic to be a queen without even having a consistently good visual image.

"Yes."

"Then why don’t you leave now that you got what you wanted from ?"

"..."

’She wants so power, doesn’t she?’ I can already imagine this coming from her. She’s waiting for to give her so authority beyond nobility just because we’re married.

"I’m not giving you anything."

"Why?"

"Because you don’t need it. Besides, I don’t want anyone getting involved in my affairs as queen. Not even you."

"I hate it when you try to keep secrets from ."

"..." I approach Esther.

"Esther, what if I get pregnant?" I ask to change the subject before she can convince to give her power. I don’t want her opinion trying to control what I do with the position of Demon Queen. If I accept her opinion, she’ll guide to try to carry out her genocide plan.

"What?! Where did you get that from?" She asks, confused, while I’m relieved to have successfully diverted her attention.

"In the last 7 hours, you hurt a lot, but you also filled my child’s little room with your magic. I can feel your warm, viscous magic filling my baby room. You don’t need to explain a pregnancy, right?" When I say this, her eyes look at my belly.

It turns out that pregnancy through magic doesn’t require perfect stability and perfect control. It requires the body to accept the magic and start generating a life from it, provided the girl is fertile. Normally, it would require careful control of the magic to attempt a pregnancy and proper attunent of the magic.

However, it happens that an injured body makes the process with Hikishin automatically and more efficiently than if they were trying on purpose. Esther, who tore out my heart and was biting and hurting in various places, only to later give her magic, unwittingly fulfilled the conditions. Of course, the chance of a child being born on this occasion is less than 20%. After all, I wasn’t ntally accepting her magic, and she wasn’t actively trying to impregnate , but it wasn’t safe sex.

"...That won’t happen. The chances are ridiculously low," she says irritably.

"20% isn’t low. But you’re the one who knows. Next ti, don’t fill my uterus with magic while you’re hurting my body," I say sarcastically to her. I don’t want to have a child either, not with Esther being so unstable.

Besides, Esther clearly doesn’t want a baby. I’m afraid Esther would try to kill a child born between us. I’m no longer so positive about Esther’s "goodness" or "morality." A baby wouldn’t stop her, even if it were our baby.

"Tsk, dirty trick, Evelyn."

"If you don’t want the responsibility of a child, be more careful beforehand. Now leave alone. I need so ti to think. My whole body is aching."

"Alright, but don’t overthink it, Evelyn. I’ll give you so space, considering everything was a bit more intense than our normal."

’She calls that "a bit"? Is she serious?’ I sigh, opening the bedroom door.

"Have a good work day, Evelyn. See you later." Esther says in a venomously sweet tone as I close my bedroom door after telling her I want her out of my room when I return tonight.

"..." I run my hand over my belly. The idea of having a child seems... disgusting, honestly. I don’t hate the possibility, but the environnt into which such a child could be born...

"How stupid of ... it’s not like it would happen anyway..." I doubt a pregnancy could happen in my body without noticing. I, who notice every movent of every little part of my body, would know if a baby had started to form.

"Now I should go see my brothers. They probably want to know how everything will be from now on..." They must be in the throne room waiting. I need to send them to the battlefield. The war hasn’t stopped just because I’m queen now.