My Curse? A Different Yandere in Every Reincarnation-Chapter 32: A long time love

"H-Hold up, Professor Angelica, let's talk for a moment," I say nervously to Angelica, who is obviously my Yandere.

'Danger, I'm in probable danger.' That look is dangerously obvious. I never imagined she would already be the Yandere, I only deduced that she might become one.

How the hell was I supposed to know she was holding back and that I just gave her reasons to stop holding back?

"S-Shizune, why are you backing away?" She asks, not liking that I've stepped back a bit.

Unconsciously, I take a few steps back.

"It's just that I need some space to process this. C-Could you stay there while we talk?" I don't want her near me.

"A-Actually, how about we talk calmly in the living room, get our thoughts in order. I think we've both gotten a bit too worked up and we need to talk this through calmly," I want to get out of the kitchen, there are knives here.

'W-Wait, I don't need to be so afraid... if she tries to kill me, I can become a magical girl and fight her...' I can win, and remembering that fact calms me down.

"Talk... Okay, we can talk," She agrees with me as she heads to the living room.

'Wait... can I really win against her?' I've never fought her when she's trying to kill me obviously, if she's determined to kill, the attacks would be stronger.

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'...I'd rather think I'm stronger...' I go to the living room with her. She sits on a couch and motions for me to sit near her.

I do as she asked, while deciding to ask her several questions. I start with what I consider one of the most important ones.

"Professor Angelica, you said you've liked me for years. Could you tell me how it started?" I want to understand what makes Yanderes love me, there must be some trick to it.

"Well... I know it seems wrong for me to love someone who isn't even an adult yet... but it started early on. At first, it was just me feeling responsible for you."

"You always seemed tired, worn down, and never got excited about practically anything. I tried to help, but you pushed me away."

"At that point, I shouldn't have done anything more... but still, I felt restless. Seeing you in class every day with that cold, suffering look really bothered me."

"It seemed so strange to see someone so young with such a hopeless gaze, so I tried to interfere in your life, but you found out and coldly told me not to bother you and that you didn't need my hypocritical help."

'Sounds like something my character from this world would say.' So far, it matches what I believe.

"So I tried my best to get you out of my head... but then another year started and I couldn't help but focus on you again, but you still didn't want my help."

"From that point on, I knew I was wrong. I knew it wasn't normal to look at a underage student and think about how cute she is and how I want to take her home with me." The way she says this gives me chills, it's so obviously obsessive.

"So I tried to suppress those wrong feelings and focus more on my work... but it's hard to get something out of your head when you see that thing almost every day," she says with a certain nervousness, as if remembering something.

"Then I thought that maybe the next year I could get rid of this feeling... but you ended up in my class again... and again rejected my help in a cold way, and you seemed even more somber."

"From that 3rd year on, I could no longer deny that I was attracted to you... I felt so disgusted with myself for feeling this way about you," she makes an expression of self-aversion, remembering her past feelings.

"But I couldn't deceive my heart... I really wanted you to change and get away from me... when I accepted that my feelings for you were disgusting, they just... grew."

"And the more they grew, the worse I felt. I think that's when your body started maturing more, which didn't help my mind that was trying to distract itself. Your curves that were becoming more pronounced, along with your developing breasts, were a temptation."

"That's why I decided to be more professional and try to avoid getting involved in your life in any way possible."

"I-I tried to isolate my feelings, hoping that when you finished your studies, you would leave my life forever..."

"Of course, locking up my feelings didn't help me get rid of them... it just made them accumulate in the deepest corner of my heart."

"And every year I felt worse and worse. You became an increasingly beautiful girl, although you still maintained a cold look and avoided most people."

"And finally, we reached this last year... it was terrible. The anxiety for the year to end quickly only made it seem slower." Her voice trembles slightly, as if struggling to continue, but she does.

"At least you've always coldly avoided me, so I was able to keep my disgusting feelings hidden, just for myself."

"B-But today you changed. Although you still maintained a cold image and avoided talking to others, you started observing me."

"And then there was you getting hurt on the bench. I really could barely contain myself from taking you to my house urgently, but again my disgusting feelings surfaced."

"I thought... maybe if I help her, I might have a chance, after all she's an adult now and could accept my feelings along with the gratitude... when I thought about that, I realized how disgusting that thought was."

"That's why I gave up on taking you to my house and wanted to take you to a hospital instead."

"But you didn't want to... and all I could do was invite you to my house. I just wanted to help you and then send you back home."

"I... really tried not to expect anything special, I just wanted to prove to myself that I can contain and hide these disgusting desires and dark thoughts."

"However... while I was making the food, I heard strange sounds... a-and then I went to see what it was. I thought you might have hurt yourself in the bathroom because of the injury on your head."

"I quickly went to check if you were okay... b-but what I saw made my heart race. There you were, pleasuring yourself in the bathtub."

"I-I couldn't help but look. I felt disgusted with myself for observing a student in such an intimate moment."

"I felt suffocated by my own dark feelings that were asking me to go in there right now and get sexually involved with you..."

"When I saw your beautiful body, your sweet voice, and your expression of pleasure, something in me seemed to break. I had never seen you with an expression other than your usual coldness, and that made my heart race."

"It was as if the cage I had made for my feelings was shattering. I felt that if I kept watching in secret, I could really commit a crime."

"I wanted to enter so badly, but... I restrained myself, because it was wrong... a-and I was going to try to leave, but the moment I was about to, you orgasmed... calling out my name."

"When I heard you moaning my name with pleasure, I felt like I was going to faint from excitement." She speaks breathlessly, as if reminiscing excitedly.

"It was as if the cracks in the prison of my feelings had widened to the point of rupture."

"I barely contained myself from invading the bathroom and starting a relationship, even if you didn't want it."

"But that thought made me see... I'm sick, I've been sick with love for you for years. Trying to repress these feelings has only intensified them. I finally realized that my love for you has become unhealthy."

"It was obvious, I wanted to deny it. I've always tried to deny that my love for you has always been unhealthy, after all I loved a minor to the point of trying to forcefully intrude into her life. There's no way that can be normal."

"And now that you're an adult, it's even harder for me to contain myself because one of the moral anchors has broken."

"That's why I quickly left, ashamed of myself. I thought about how I should put an end to this."

"I couldn't trap you in my unhealthy love, so I thought of making you no longer see me as a romantic target."

"B-But while I tried this approach as a teacher should... you started talking all those things as if you were confessing to me, my heart raced passionately."

"When I heard you say how my body evokes lust and how you've noticed things like my hips, my rationality seemed to explode and my love reached a level that I know is dangerous."

"A-Am I crazy? I can't contain my love anymore. I've kept it for years, but now it's unbearable. I love you so much that it hurts, it hurts so much to love you and force myself to try to pretend to be normal."

"Honestly, I don't know what to do. I know how sick my love is, I know it's not normal. I can easily see how unstable I am... I don't know why I feel such strong emotions."

She says as she approaches me on the couch.

"B-But I can't contain them anymore... a-and... I don't want to keep containing them and hurting myself... S-Sorry Shizune, but it's your fault. You're the one who brought out the worst in me, so take responsibility."