How To Survive A Cute Ghost Yandere
Chapter 1: Cute Ghost (1)

Chapter 1: Chapter 1: Cute Ghost (1)

"S-stay away! Stay away from me! Aaarghhh!! Help!!!"

A student screamed. His shrill cries swallowed the silence around him. The lights in the warehouse flickered as the student dragged himself along, trying to flee.

His face was deathly pale. Overwhelmed by fear, he didn’t even notice his own legs, already torn to shreds, leaving a trail of blood behind him.

The deeper he crawled into the warehouse, the darker his vision became.

Behind him, the sound of slow footsteps echoed.

Tap... tap...

They were slow, but with every step, the student’s face grew paler still. His body had nearly lost all its natural color, and his ragged, broken breathing made him look truly pathetic.

"Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me."

His cries never stopped, mixing with choked sobs.

The terror chased him from behind, toying with him, fully aware that no matter what happened, the student would never be able to escape her.

Thud—!

The student flinched. Tears poured down harder as he realized his body had slammed into the warehouse wall. That meant he’d reached the very end of the warehouse—a dead end.

He shook his head.

"Ah...!! Aaaahh...!!! AAAAHHHH....!!!!"

His shrill scream echoed through the air.

"STAY AWAYYYY!!!"

But the footsteps didn’t stop. Not until, at last, that cold, suffocating presence settled in directly behind him.

The student held back his sobs, held his breath, and froze completely as he forced his head to turn, stiff as a board.

There, a woman stood in a pale white dress. Her fingers were slender and beautiful—if only her nails hadn’t grown out long and sharp as razors.

Then, as his gaze climbed higher, the student finally saw her face—an expression that didn’t match what she was doing at all.

Her pale white dress was faintly transparent, showing off the pale white skin of her stomach. Her chest, full and generous, was clearly visible beneath the fabric. And her face—nothing like what he’d expected—looked achingly sweet and pretty, with a soft blush coloring both cheeks.

"Hmm~ hm~"

The woman hummed, clearly entertained, lowering herself slightly to look at the student with a smile curved like a crescent moon. "Are we done playing tag now?"

The student shook his head, snot dripping down his face.

"P-please... I-I won’t do it again...!"

The harder he shook his head, the more suffocating the cold he felt around him became.

The woman smiled, amused, looking thoroughly entertained by what was happening.

"Why? Why don’t you want to do it again? Wasn’t it fun?" Then, with a pouting expression, as if genuinely hurt, the woman said:

"Am I not pretty enough? Am I not your type? Why? Weren’t you so eager to play with me earlier? D-did I... Did I disappoint you?"

Her expression darkened, as though she were about to cry.

"N-no...! You can’t! You can’t do that... Are you going to throw me away?"

Tears spilled down her face. The woman cried, looking genuinely furious. The student himself stood frozen in place, already so terrified that his emotions had gone stiff and numb.

Even his breathing seemed to catch, his chest rising and falling slowly, as though he might simply drop dead at any moment.

"You can’t... You can’t just throw me away like that... Ah... T-that’s right... If you die, if I kill you, you’ll never be able to throw me away... Hehehe... That’s exactly right...!"

With that discordant laugh, the woman raised her fingers and placed them against the student’s neck—a boy already hopeless and utterly powerless.

Her nails dragged across the skin of his throat.

Trickle—

Fresh blood flowed gently down. The student’s body trembled from the sharp pain. But no scream came out of him—nothing but the faint sound of nails scraping skin.

"I~ love you..."

The woman, her face flushed a deep red, smiled with a meaning all her own.

Her nails sank straight through the flesh of the student’s neck.

***

"That’s tragic."

The thought that a girl so pretty and cute could actually be a terrifying ghost underneath—it caught him off guard.

He chuckled, scrolling through the comments under the webtoon Chapter.

—Woah damn... is this a yandere character? I mean, sure she’s a ghost and looks super brutal, but that doesn’t mean she killed that student for no reason at all, right?

—Agreed. It’s obvious the student was the one who tried to hit on the ghost first and planned to assault her in that warehouse. That’s on him.

—Yandere...? Whatever happens, the male lead better tame her. There’s nothing better than a yandere character. Peak content.

—Lmaooo. That student got exactly what he deserved. Dude picked the wrong target completely—out of every girl at the Academy, he goes after something like that.

Quite a lot of people seemed to like the ghost girl. Even though the young man himself wasn’t entirely sure why, he at least found some entertainment reading through the comments, all buzzing with enthusiasm.

"Hmm... Since this is a fantasy story with a harem and an academy setting after all, I’ve somehow got this feeling that the ghost girl is actually one of the heroines."

The young man smiled.

Even if the webtoon’s plot wasn’t quite on the level of other peak works out there, at the very least, it was the kind of webtoon that was genuinely fun to read.

It really did give a certain kind of satisfaction.

After checking the time and seeing it was already two in the morning, the young man rubbed his face, then reluctantly tossed his phone onto the bed.

"Ugh, I’m a little hungry. Guess I’ll make some instant noodles."

He got up from his bed, leaving his dark room that drank in what little light there was. As a young man who’d only just started job hunting, he had no choice but to cut corners wherever he could, given his family’s limited finances.

That was exactly why he kept every light in his apartment switched off—since the electricity bill was something he had to cover entirely on his own.

The area outside his room was pitch black. The young man made his way down the short hallway, then started down the stairs.

"Hm?"

Between the lack of light and his eyes having been glued to his phone screen for hours, his foot landed on something slick just as his head suddenly swam.

Slip—

Nausea and dizziness crashed over him as his foot slid out from under him. The young man let out a small yelp, watching the floor rush up toward his face.

His thoughts spun in a blur, but in that state, there was nothing he could do except give in and shut his eyes.

"Ugh...!"

Baam—!!

His head slammed against the cold floor. Blood seeped out, his body going stiff and rigid. His blurring vision caught faint details of the pitch-dark living room.

’Ah.’

Sharp pain flooded through his body, especially in his head. Fragments of memories from his life flickered briefly through his mind.

Born an only child, no great academic record to speak of, no particular talent of any kind. Basically, he was just an NPC filling in the empty background of this world.

Nothing about his life had ever been special.

Then, regret came.

As the saying goes: regret always arrives too late.

Like... what had he actually done with his entire life? Waited for a miracle? Told himself everything was fine as it was?

No. From the very start, he’d just been a loser.

His eyes shut tight, his consciousness fading. His breathing grew ragged, weakening bit by bit, his heartbeat thinning down to a faint pulse before finally stopping altogether.

Darkness crept in, swallowing every last bit of light, turning everything so dark and so silent.

’Is this what death feels like?’

That was his final thought as he felt his entire body turn cold, then slowly, slowly lose its connection to everything else.

He didn’t know it yet, but this wasn’t the end. It was just the beginning of something far worse.

***