Chapter 71: Hallucination barrier
Yeri tilted her head and let out a soft sigh. "I see... if that’s the case, then I don’t have to worry."
Tiffany blinked, montarily thrown off. That wasn’t the response she expected. She thought Yeri would cry, beg, or panic.
"A-Are you crazy?" Tiffany stamred. "You finally lost your mind? If you apologize and admit you seduced Brother Marco, I might go easy on you and leave half your face intact."
Yeri, utterly unbothered, smiled as she set the mop down gently. Her expression was serene, almost glowing, and for a mont the three were stunned—not by fear, but by beauty so flawless it made their jealousy boil over.
"What are you smiling for?" Backup Mouth #1 snapped. "We’re not boys. That alluring act won’t work on us!"
Tiffany, sensing the shift, quickly turned and locked the classroom door from the inside. "Forget the face," she hissed. "Just beat her up first!"
Yeri’s smile deepened.
Perfect.
Now she didn’t have to worry about interruptions.
Just as the two lunged again, grabbing her arms with more force this ti—
Crack!
Yeri twisted her shoulder free with surprising strength, flipping Backup Mouth #2 over her hip. The girl hit the floor with a thud, wheezing in pain.
Before Backup Mouth #1 could react, Yeri turned and grabbed her by the collar, pushing her back against the wall with unexpected precision.
Their eyes widened in disbelief.
This wasn’t the fragile, sickly girl they rembered. This wasn’t even the Yeri they thought they knew.
This Yeri was dangerous.
And worse, she wasn’t angry.
She was calm. Too calm.
And that was terrifying.
Indeed, it was terrifying, because what they were seeing wasn’t real.
The mont the three lunged to attack, Yeri raised her hand gently, as if reaching out to the air. Her lips moved, uttering words only she could hear or understand. For a brief second, unnoticed by the others, her eyes turned scarlet red.
It was a gamble.
She wasn’t sure if she still had the ability, or if her body could handle it, but she did it anyway, drawing from fragnted mories.
Hallucination barrier.
To the three girls, it looked like Yeri had fought back effortlessly. In truth, they were standing frozen, like puppets caught in a pause between fras.
Yeri let out a quiet, amused laugh, though a tallic tang flooded her mouth. She tasted blood.
So... she still had the ability and she still rembered how to use it.
But the cost was brutal.
A searing pain surged through her veins, like fire replacing her blood. Her heart pounded erratically in her chest, and her knees nearly buckled under the strain. The backlash was vicious. When she was a succubus, this was the weakest ability in her arsenal, sothing she could cast as easily as breathing.
But now... she was human.
And the human body just couldn’t handle it.
"Damn it," Yeri cursed silently, holding onto the wall for balance.
anwhile, inside the illusion, Tiffany pointed furiously, eyes gleaming with theatrical confidence. "She just got lucky! You two, attack together!"
Yeri chuckled.
Oh, they were attacking alright. Just not her.
Right before her eyes, the three girls launched themselves at each other—screaming, scratching, yanking hair, throwing punches. In the hallucination she cast, each of them saw Yeri in the others.
To them, it must look like they were finally giving her the punishnt they imagined.
And since they hated her face so much, she graciously gave them the chance to destroy it—threefold.
She wasn’t responsible for who ended up bruised, bloody, or broken.
Leaning against the wall, Yeri made her way slowly to the door, each step heavy and agonizing. Her skin burned, her bones ached, and she felt as if her soul had been scraped raw. But before she left, she turned around and walked over to Tiffany who stood dazed in the illusion, and slapped her. Hard.
Ten tis.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Just like that, without hesitation. Tiffany’s head turned side to side with each blow, eyes blank and unseeing.
Yeri’s voice was quiet but bitter. "I’m my parents’ beloved daughter. They never once raised a hand against . But you, an unrelated stranger thought it was your right to slap
just because your scumbag boyfriend dumped you?"
She wanted to hit her more. Really. But her body felt like it was about to collapse.
Her chest burned. Her eyelids grew heavier.
Outside the restroom, she could still hear the chaos—screaming, screeching, hair-pulling. The sounds of ego and violence clashing like wild chickens and dogs in a cage.
Yeri pulled out her phone and sent a short ssage to Levi and Nina.
[Yeri: I’m sorry... suddenly not feeling well. Can’t co to the café today. Maybe so other ti.
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