Is It Wrong for an Extra to Steal the Protagonist's Harem?-Chapter 70: You’ve changed!

I rubbed my temples, feeling a massive headache coming on.

’Two fiercely devoted, heavily armed, jealous women locked in my bedroom at midnight,’ I thought, leaning back on my hands.

Emma stood in the middle of the room, her lower lip trembling pitifully as she looked at me with those wide, tear-filled golden eyes. She looked like a perfect, wronged saint.

"Sir Alex..." she sniffled again. "Your maid is bullying me."

Lily, leaning casually against the locked heavy oak door with her arms crossed under her massive breasts, let out a thoroughly amused snort.

"Bullying?" Lily echoed, a wicked smirk on her lips. "I merely swatted a mosquito that was buzzing too loudly in the Master’s private quarters."

Emma’s head snapped toward Lily, the tearful saint routine vanishing in a millisecond. Her eyes narrowed into golden, murderous slits. "I will mount your head on the courtyard fountain, you oversized cow."

"Girls," I interjected, keeping my voice calm but authoritative. "That’s enough."

Both of them instantly snapped their mouths shut.

"Lily," I said, though my tone lacked any real reprimand. "Stop tormenting my fiancée."

"Of course, Master," Lily smiled, bowing with exaggerated, sarcastic grace. She walked over to the plush armchair in the corner of the room, sitting down and crossing her long, black-stocking-clad legs. She rested her chin on her hand, clearly settling in to enjoy the show.

I looked back at Emma. She was standing in the middle of the room in her pristine white nightgown, clutching the fabric nervously, her bare feet pressing into the thick carpet.

"Come here, Emma," I said softly, patting the mattress next to me.

Emma’s murderous aura evaporated. Her face lit up with absolute, radiant joy. She practically glided across the room, her white nightgown fluttering, and threw herself onto the bed.

She didn’t just sit next to me. She immediately latched onto my arm like a koala, burying her face deep into my shoulder, inhaling my scent with a long, trembling breath.

"Oh, Sir Alex..." she mumbled against my shirt. "I missed you so much. It was agonizing being away from you."

I didn’t push her away. Instead, I smoothly wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her even closer. I rested my hand on her lower back, my fingers lightly tracing the curve of her spine through the thin silk of her nightgown.

"I’ve been well, Emma," I said, leaning my head against hers. "How have you been? Lily told me the Count sent you to the Royal Academy in the East."

Emma pouted, rubbing her cheek against my collarbone.

"It was awful," she complained, her voice dripping with venom. "The air there smells like cheap incense, the food is bland, and the other noble girls are so incredibly loud and annoying. One of them actually had the audacity to insult you in the dining hall."

"Oh?" I raised an eyebrow, playing along. "And what did you do about that?"

"I just taught her some basic table manners," Emma smiled, a chillingly sweet expression on her face. "I’m sure she’ll be much more polite once the healers remove the silver fork from her metacarpals."

Lily coughed from the doorway to hide a laugh. I just shook my head slightly. A textbook Yandere indeed.

I shifted my weight, effortlessly pulling Emma directly onto my lap.

"Eep!" she squeaked as her legs straddled my thighs.

I kept one hand firmly on her waist and reached up with the other, gently brushing a stray lock of blonde hair behind her ear. My thumb lingered on her jawline, tilting her face up to look at me.

"Well, you’re here now," I murmured, my voice dropping to a low, intimate frequency. "And you look absolutely beautiful tonight, Emma."

For a second, Emma leaned into my touch, her golden eyes fluttering shut as a heavy blush spread across her cheeks. She looked like she was in absolute heaven.

But then, her eyes snapped open.

Her body went entirely rigid on my lap. The blissful, hazy look in her eyes was abruptly replaced by sharp, piercing suspicion. She stared at my hand on her cheek, then down at my arm wrapped securely around her waist.

"You’ve changed," Emma whispered, her voice tight, a hint of genuine panic bleeding into her tone.

"What do you mean?" I asked calmly, not breaking eye contact.

"The old Sir Alex... you always avoided me," she breathed, her hands coming up to grip my shoulders. She wasn’t holding me in a loving embrace anymore; she was inspecting me like a puzzle piece that didn’t fit. "Whenever I touched you, you flinched. You hated it when I held you. You locked your doors to keep me away. You looked at me with such... such disgust."

Her golden eyes darkened, the manic obsession swirling dangerously beneath the surface. "Why aren’t you pushing me away? Why are you pulling me closer?"

Before I could formulate a perfectly calculated, charming excuse, Lily chimed in from the door.

"Oh?" Lily mocked, pushing herself off the wood and sauntering a few steps into the room. "So you knew the Master absolutely despised your clinging, yet you selfishly persisted anyway like a stray, starving dog? How very noble of you, Lady Emma. Truly the picture of a devoted fiancée."

Emma whipped her head around, her teeth bared in a literal snarl. "Shut your mouth, servant, before I—!"

I gently, but firmly, gripped her chin, forcing her to look back at me.

The physical contact cut through her homicidal rage. She looked at me, her chest heaving, completely torn between her overwhelming love for me and the terrifying reality that I wasn’t acting like the boy who used to shun her.

I leaned in closer, my lips hovering just inches from hers. I let my [Charisma] wash over her.

"What, Emma?" I whispered, my voice incredibly soft, filled with dark, unapologetic confidence. "You don’t like the changed me?"

Emma’s breath hitched.

She stared into my eyes, searching for any trace of the disgust or fear the original Alex used to harbor. She found nothing but raw, unfiltered masculine dominance and a genuine, unapologetic acceptance of exactly who and what she was.

The suspicion in her golden eyes shattered like fragile glass.

Her pupils dilated massively. A heavy, intoxicating flush completely consumed her face and neck. The Yandere programming in her brain overrode every single logical thought.

"N-No!" Emma stammered, her face exploding into a blush so severe I thought steam might actually shoot out of her ears. "I mean—yes! I mean—how could that be?! I love it! I love you! I love you, I love you," she chanted frantically, her tears soaking into my shirt. "You’re finally looking at me! You’re actually touching me! I’ll do anything for you, Alex! I’ll kill anyone who gets in your way!"

She practically vibrated with overwhelming joy, tears of pure happiness welling up in her golden eyes.

"Good," I smiled, sliding my hand from her waist down to the plush swell of her hip. I squeezed gently through the thin cotton of her nightgown. "Then why don’t you get a little closer?"

With a smooth pull, I shifted my weight and dragged her fully onto my lap.

"Eep!"

Emma let out a high-pitched, incredibly un-noble squeak as her legs were forced to straddle my thighs. She grabbed my shoulders to steady herself, her heart hammering against my chest like a trapped bird.

I didn’t stop there. I trailed my fingers up her arm, lightly tracing the line of her collarbone, leaving a trail of goosebumps in my wake.

"S-Sir Alex..." she stuttered, her eyes darting frantically around the room, completely unable to meet my gaze now that the physical intimacy had shifted from her terms to mine. The terrifying, homicidal stalker had been reduced to a blushing, hyperventilating mess in less than two minutes. "I... um... we... Lily is watching!"

"Let her watch," I replied smoothly, leaning in to brush my lips against the shell of her ear. "You’re my fiancée, aren’t you? You belong to me."

"I... yes... yours... all yours..." Emma whimpered, her legs turning to absolute jelly. If I hadn’t been holding her waist, she would have completely melted onto the floor. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

"Master," Lily chimed in from the armchair, her voice laced with heavy amusement. "If you tease her any more, I think the poor girl might actually faint. Her face is the color of a ripe strawberry."

"Shut... shut up..." Emma tried to glare at the maid over my shoulder, but the threat was completely ruined by the fact that she was currently burying her burning face into the crook of my neck, utterly defeated by the sudden romantic offensive.

I chuckled, wrapping my arms fully around her trembling body.

Dealing with a Yandere was like defusing a bomb. If you ran from them, they chased you with a knife. But if you pulled them in close and gave them exactly what they craved—total, absolute ownership—they turned into harmless, obedient putty in your hands.

’This is going to be a very interesting semester,’ I thought, resting my head against the pillows as Emma continued to happily hyperventilate against my collarbone.