My Yandere Harem Doesn't Accept No-Chapter 25: An Uncomfortable Situation

Lyan stood in the middle of Evelyne’s room, not really knowing what to do.

The door had closed a few seconds ago, and the silence that remained was dense, almost suffocating. Lyan looked toward the girl sitting on the enormous bed, still wearing her academy uniform and with her ankle bandaged, resting on the bedspread.

He didn’t understand her intentions. Why was she insisting so much that he stay? Why had she dragged him all the way to her house, practically introducing him as someone close in front of the maid? And now...

Why did he have to meet her mother? All of this was moving way too fast and completely strayed from the system’s mission.

Evelyne watched him with that calm smile that was already starting to annoy him... Lyan felt that every decision he made was pulling him deeper into dangerous territory.

Suddenly, without saying a word, Evelyne began to undress right there, in the middle of the bed. Her fingers unbuttoning the uniform shirt with complete calm.

"W-What are you doing?" Lyan asked, widening his eyes in surprise and instinctively taking a step back.

Evelyne raised an eyebrow, looking at him as if the question were the dumbest thing she had heard all day. She kept taking off her shirt without stopping.

"What else? Taking off these ugly clothes..." she replied naturally.

The shirt fell to one side, revealing her white bra along with the pale skin of her torso.

Lyan felt his face heat up, but he kept looking for a second longer before quickly turning around, giving her his back and fixing his gaze on one of the walls of the room, where an expensive painting hung.

’This girl...’ he thought, unable to fully believe it. Though he couldn’t deny that she was pretty, very pretty...

The soft sound of clothes moving continued behind him. Evelyne let out a quiet laugh.

"Lyan..." she called in a soft voice.

"What do you want?" he asked without turning around yet.

"Turn around."

Lyan hesitated for a moment, pressing his lips together, but in the end he sighed and slowly turned around.

Evelyne was sitting on the bed wearing only her underwear, shamelessly showing her white, delicate skin.

The bra and panties contrasted with her slender figure.

She seemed not to care at all about being exposed like that, but inside, however, she felt a growing excitement as she watched Lyan’s gaze travel over her, even though he tried to hide it.

"W-What do you want...?" Lyan asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

Evelyne gestured with her head toward a large, elegant wardrobe that took up almost the entire wall.

"Bring me some comfortable clothes. I can’t get up because of my ankle, remember?" she said, and the tone of her voice made it very clear whose fault the injury was.

Lyan looked at her for a moment before sighing in defeat.

"Whatever..." he muttered as he walked over to the wardrobe and opened it.

Inside there was an impressive amount of high-quality clothing, all carefully arranged.

Blouses, skirts, dresses... everything looked expensive and tasteful, though Lyan wasn’t too surprised by this; after seeing the size of the mansion, he already expected something like this.

"Check the first drawer at the bottom," Evelyne indicated.

Lyan, without thinking too much, opened the drawer and took out the first garment he found. When he lifted it with both hands to see it better, he realized it was a delicate white pair of panties with a small bow.

’What...?’ he thought, going blank for a second.

Behind him, Evelyne let out a clear, amused laugh.

"You’re a pervert, Lyan."

Lyan made an annoyed face, leaving the garment where it was and grabbing the first things he saw: a short skirt and a loose T-shirt. He turned around and tossed them onto the bed without much care.

"Here," he said half-heartedly.

Evelyne caught the clothes and looked at him with a smile.

"Be careful," she commented, without any real annoyance in her voice.

But when Lyan wasn’t looking at her, a mischievous smile formed on her lips.

"Hey... could you help me get dressed?" she suddenly suggested, with an innocent voice.

Lyan’s reaction was immediate. "What!?" he exclaimed, quickly shaking his head. "No way. Do it yourself."

Evelyne looked at him with pleading eyes, pointing at her bandaged ankle.

"I can’t move well... please."

After several minutes of insistence and Lyan refusing over and over again, he finally gave in.

He approached the bed with his face completely red, beginning to help her get dressed, trying to touch her as little as possible.

When his fingers accidentally brushed the soft skin of her waist while pulling down the shirt, Evelyne let out a soft moan that made Lyan freeze.

"I... I’m sorry," he muttered, blushing, desperately trying to think of something else, like school, Reid, or anything other than the half-naked girl in front of him.

Finally, Evelyne was dressed in the short skirt, which revealed much of her legs, and a cropped T-shirt that left her stomach exposed.

She looked comfortable and, at the same time, dangerously attractive.

Lyan thought he was finally done with all that when Evelyne looked at him with a mischievous smile and extended her arms toward him, like a baby wanting to be carried.

He understood the gesture instantly and let out a long sigh.

- - - -

Minutes later, Lyan walked through the mansion’s hallways, once again carrying Evelyne in his arms.

She had her arms around his neck and her head resting against his chest, with a satisfied expression.

Lyan, on the other hand, was quite annoyed and nervous at the same time.

He felt his heart pounding. He didn’t know how Evelyne’s mother would react upon seeing him carrying her daughter.

What if she had siblings? What if the father was present? Any of those possibilities ended badly for him.

Most likely, they would look at him like a delinquent or, even worse, throw him out of the mansion.

"Are you sure it’s a good idea for me to meet your mother now?" Lyan asked in a low voice, trying to sound casual.

Evelyne slightly lifted her head and smiled.

"Of course. She’ll be delighted to meet you."

Lyan swallowed. "Delighted" sounded far too optimistic in his mind. He kept walking toward the dining room, feeling that each step brought him closer to a situation he didn’t know how to get out of.

’This is going to be a disaster...’ he thought in front of the enormous door.