a Yandere Harem in a Magic World Can't be That Bad-Chapter 5: Black Fox

A cascade of wild, black hair spilled down her back, with loose strands tumbling over her shoulders and stopping just before an impossibly large bust. Her bangs fell perfectly across her pale forehead, framing a pair of fierce golden eyes that glowed with untapped power. Her face was exquisitely sculpted, right down to her delicate nose and the pink lips that showed no hint of a smile. There are two pink lines on the sides of her face that trailed to her pale white cheeks, a unique touch that made her stand out even more.

Her black ears stood high and proud, with white fur peeking from inside—so different from Iris's—and they twitched attentively at every tiny sound. The new girl looked like she'd stepped out of a dream, or some kind of divine vision.

She was tall—taller than most male demihumans—standing a solid six feet. Her presence dwarfed everyone in the room, and her every step seemed to cause time to slow. Each of her curves rivaled those of my sister, but where Iris was playful and teasing, this girl was imposing and overwhelming. Her chest was impossibly large, even by demihuman standards, and the black tank top barely containing her threatened to snap at any moment. It stretched tight across her body as if waging a desperate battle for survival.

Her hips were wide and full, creating a perfectly contrasting hourglass figure. The fabric of her shorts clung desperately, hugging thick thighs that looked powerful enough to crush stone. Even her legs were perfectly shaped, tapering down to slender ankles and feet that moved with intimidating grace. Every inch of her seemed carefully crafted to ensnare attention, each exaggerated curve more enticing than the last.

"You're lost?" Mr. Adler spoke, confusion etched in his brow

Her golden eyes shifted to look at him, her intensity sending a shiver through the old man's spine. "I was told to come here," she said, her voice cold and demanding, a low tone that echoed through the still classroom.

This girl. It's the first time I've ever felt this way. Where Iris's presence was like light, inviting and shiny, hers was the complete opposite. Her mere presence seemed to put pressure on everyone around her; it was kind of scary.

Mr. Adler looked back at his desk and shuffled through some papers before he settled on something. "Oh, right, you're the new kid."

A new student? What? In two weeks we graduate.

"Why don't you introduce yourself?" Mr. Adler asked, his voice a little shaky.

The girl's eyes scanned the room, lingering on each face with an intimidating scrutiny before she finally spoke. "No."

The single word hung in the air like a spell, freezing everyone in place. An awkward silence stretched out, and Mr. Adler scratched his temple uncertainly.

His gaze shifted to me, and I saw a flicker of realization cross his face.

"Mr. Knight," he said, sounding too pleased with himself.

Her golden eyes locked onto me, and my heart skipped a beat.

"Would you please give her a quick tour of the school?"

Fuck this dude.

"U-um, sure?" I stammered, feeling the weight of her stare.

I stood up slowly and shuffled toward the door. She followed behind me without a word, and I felt every set of eyes in the classroom on us as we left.

Now outside, I turned to face her. I was still quite a bit taller than her. Well look, seems like my only positive quality works sometimes. Because if I was her same height, I would feel dominated just by standing in front of her.

"So, um... Should we start?" I spoke, not sure of what to do next.

The girl looked up at me, her head slightly turned to the left as she scrutinized my face. "You're a human?" she asked.

I hesitated. "Uh, yeah? Is that... weird?"

Her gaze was unnerving, like she was dissecting every inch of me. "I've never seen one before," she said bluntly.

I scratched the back of my head, trying to mask my discomfort. "Well, here I am. living proof."

She remained silent, those intense eyes never leaving my face.

I cleared my throat awkwardly. "So... How about a tour?"

I gestured down the hallway, trying to shake off the unsettling feeling her presence gave me. She followed, each of her steps precise and deliberate.

"This is the classroom building," I said, attempting to sound casual. "Pretty much where all the boring stuff happens."

Her silence was unnerving, but I tried to focus on the tour instead of her intimidating aura. "Cafeteria's over there," I continued, pointing vaguely towards the other end of the hall. "Food's pretty good if you don't mind some weird mystical ingredients."

"Mystical?" she questioned, her voice a sudden interruption in the quiet.

"Yeah," I answered, surprised she had said anything at all. "You know, things with extra sparks and glimmers. Expensive magic stuff." I chuckled awkwardly, hoping she'd find it mildly funny.

She didn't.

"So where are you from?" I asked, desperate to fill the silence.

"The mountains," she replied curtly.

I nodded like I knew where that was. "Nice. Bet it's beautiful."

She didn't respond, and the silence stretched out again as we moved down the hallway. I was aware of her every movement, each graceful step making me feel more out of place.

We passed other students, and I felt their eyes follow us—follow her. Even here, where everyone seemed larger than life, she stood out like a lightning bolt in a clear sky.

"This is the gym," I pointed out as we reached the massive double doors. You ever... uh... play sports?"

She didn't respond. She seemed deep in her own mind, thinking about something as her active ears moved around.

"Is there any place I can practice magic?" she asked, finally.

"Of course," I said, surprised. "What self-respecting school wouldn't?"

I had to think for a second. Practice fields were outside the campus. If they weren't, the school would have probably been blown to pieces ages ago.

"I want to see it," she demanded.

"Um. Now?"

"Yes."

"Okay, sure," I said, caught off guard by her insistence. "It's a little walk from here."

I led her out of the building and into the sprawling grounds. The slight breeze tugged at my hair while her mane stayed perfectly wild and in place.

"Sorry if this is too far," I muttered as we passed the school gates. "They keep it way out here because... well, you know."

Again, she didn't respond, and the silence settled thick and heavy between us.

"So, um," I started, trying to find a way to keep her talking. "Why enroll in school now? We're about to finish."

She stayed quiet, and I wondered if I should just shut up already.

"I was told I could learn magic here," she said finally, her words catching me off guard.

I glanced at her, surprised. With a presence like hers, she seemed like she could obliterate anything with a flick of her wrist. "Wait, so you don't know any magic?"

She gave a small nod, the admission hanging between us.

Suddenly, she didn't seem quite as intimidating. She still felt like a storm about to break overhead, but there was something else there now—something almost vulnerable.

"Guess we're in the same boat then," I said with a wry smile. "Kind of."

Her eyes flicked towards me again.

"Why enroll so late, though?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.

"I don't know," she said, and her answer hung in the air, confusing me even more.

"You don't know?" I echoed, trying to make sense of it.

"She told me to," the girl added, not bothering to clarify who "she" was.

What the hell is she talking about?

My confusion must have shown on my face because she followed up with, "I just do what she says."

It was like peeling an onion that made less sense with every layer.

"Oh. Right. Makes sense,"

No it fucking didn't

We reached the practice fields finally—an open expanse littered with strange scorch marks and glowing remnants of failed enchantments. The sight of it seemed to spark something in her; her eyes lit up for the first time.

"This is it?" she asked, a slight edge of eagerness breaking through her otherwise cold tone.

"Yeah," I said, relieved

She raised her arm, aimed toward the empty field with a fierce look in her eye. A small fireball flickered to life in her palm, but it sputtered and died almost instantly. Her gaze fixed on her hand, a cold and slightly confused expression crossing her face.

Magic isn't as simple as people think. Every race has different mana canals, so using it isn't universal at all. Everyone has to figure out how their body works to use magic well. How do I know? I'm the one who taught Iris how to use hers. Well, sort of. We both learned through a lot of frustration, blood, tears, and trial and error. By the end of it, I had a general understanding of how mana channels work for Fox kin.

I watched the girl, reminded of those days with Iris—how hard we had worked just to get a single spark.

"Want some help?" I asked, stepping closer.

She looked at me, her eyes filled with disbelief. "You're a human," she said, like it was some kind of insult.

I chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. "C'mon, some humans aren't dumb, you know?"

She didn't even crack a smile. Her expression was dead serious as she said, "Help me."

"Uh, okay." I blinked, a bit stunned by her demand.

I stepped beside her.

"Okay, try this." I pointed to her hand. "Raise it like before, but don't make a fireball yet. Just... act it out."

Her eyes narrowed slightly, but she did as I asked. Her arm moved in a smooth arc, hovering in the air with perfect control.

"Feel anything?" I asked, leaning closer.

"No," she replied flatly.

"Stay like that," I said, encouragingly. "Just for a bit."

She hesitated, clearly unsure about me or my methods.

"Trust me," I added. "Well, as much as you can trust a human."

Her eyes flicked to mine, still skeptical, but she kept her hand up. Just as it seemed like she might give up, her eyes flew open wide.

"Do you feel anything now?"

"It's warm," she said quietly, almost to herself.

"Where is it warm?" I asked, trying to keep the excitement out of my voice.

Her expression turned thoughtful. "All over."

I nodded, remembering how scattered everything felt at first. "Focus. Try to pinpoint exactly where it starts."

She narrowed her eyes and fell silent. The minutes stretched as she stood still, a frown deepening on her face. Just when I thought she might give up, her eyes flew open.

"Where?" I pressed gently.

She glanced down, a look of confusion crossing her features. Her hand moved slowly to rest on her lower abdomen.

"That's..." I started, surprised by the location.

She stared at me, waiting for an explanation.

"That's pretty... unique," I said, scrambling for words.

Iris' magic had come from almost the opposite spot—high on her chest.

"So what now?" she asked, looking at me expectantly

"Try again," I suggested. "But this time, close your eyes. Imagine the warmth traveling from here"—I pointed to her abdomen—"all the way to your hand."

She hesitated before closing her eyes, focusing deeply. Her arm rose steadily, and I watched as a fireball began to form in her palm. This time, it grew larger and more intense, nearly blinding with its light, but then it sputtered out again.

"What happened?" she asked, looking bewildered.

I blinked, almost as confused as she was. "I... I don't know."

Her eyes dropped back to her hand, disappointment flickering across her face. My mind raced to make sense of it.

Something clicked.

The warmth had to travel a long way through her body since it starts from such a low place.

"Wait," I said, a new thought forming. "Where's your tail?"

Her eyes sharpened, almost annoyed by the question.

"No, really," I insisted. "It might be important."

She turned slightly, and there it was—wrapped snugly around her wide hips.

"Your tail could be blocking the flow of magic."

I felt a little foolish saying it out loud, but her expression told me she was considering it.

"Try again," I urged. "But let your tail loose this time."

She hesitated, then slowly unfurled it. The tail swung behind her like a massive banner before settling in the air.

That's a beautiful tail. It's just as dark as her hair, gradually adopting a brighter tone until it reaches white at the very top, the complete opposite to iris's tail.

"Now?" she asked, as if uncertain she was really going to trust me on this one.

"Now," I confirmed, anticipation bubbling over.

Her eyes closed once more, and her arm lifted with renewed intent. The fireball began to form again, crackling with energy as it grew larger and larger, until it seemed almost too bright, too wild to contain. This time, it didn't die out. She opened her eyes, staring at the blazing sphere in disbelief.

"It worked," she said in a breathless, almost reverent whisper.

I grinned, feeling an unexpected rush of triumph. "Told you humans aren't totally useless."

She didn't respond to my teasing with her usual coldness. Instead, she looked at me with something like gratitude and maybe—just maybe—a hint of respect.

"Thanks," she said quietly, the word sounding unfamiliar on her lips.

"Anytime," I replied, genuinely meaning it.

She turned back to the practice fields, the air around her charged with newfound energy.

"How did you know?" she asked without looking at me.

I scratched my head, not entirely sure myself. "Just a hunch. Everyone's magic is different."

She seemed to accept that answer, though I could tell her mind was still working over what had happened. I watched her, feeling oddly proud, like I'd just witnessed the birth of a star.

"You're not like the others," she said, finally glancing my way. "They don't talk to me. They're all scared."

I shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant. "Not much scares me these days."

It wasn't true, but I liked how it sounded.

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"my name is Luke," I said, raising my hand in a friendly gesture.

She looked at my outstretched hand with something like suspicion. "Luna," she said finally.

"Nice to meet you, Luna."

Her eyes flicked from my face to my hand and back again before she reached out to touch it. The moment her fingers brushed mine, a sharp jolt of electricity shot through us both.

"Whoa!" I yelped, jerking back. "Seems like you still had some power there."

But Luna didn't laugh or say anything at all. She was staring at her own hand in wide-eyed shock, her golden gaze fixed as if it held some secret.

"What is it?" I asked, not expecting an answer but curious anyway.

She didn't respond immediately, her focus intense and inward. It was like watching someone see themselves for the first time.

"N-nothing. It's nothing..."

I looked at her for a second, not believing her words. But I knew questioning further was useless for this stubborn girl so I just shrugged. "Let's go back."