Yandere Monster Evolution: My Blind Wife Will Become a Demonic Queen

We walked out of the Grand Central Mall carrying several large, heavy shopping bags.

Carmilla held the ribboned bakery box carefully in her hands, her thumbs hooked lightly under the cardboard bottom so the fresh pastries wouldn’t slide around. Every few steps, she would tilt her head slightly, taking in the soft, sweet smell of chocolate and baked sugar drifting through the tiny air vents on the side of the box.

The bus ride back to our district was quiet and peaceful.

Carmilla didn’t look as anxious or guarded as she had on the way there. Her dark sunglasses rested on the bridge of her pale nose, her red eyes watching the tall buildings and leafy green trees roll past the glass window. Viora sat right beside me, resting her hands over her lap, her black cap pulled down snugly over her purple hair while her white visor covered her eyes.

"We are almost back," I said softly, looking over at Carmilla.

Carmilla turned her head toward me, a faint, gentle nod escaping her. "The children will be happy to see the food."

When the bus finally squeaked to a stop at our neighborhood corner, we stepped off onto the quiet residential street.

We walked up the road toward our front gate. I pulled out my keys, unlocked the heavy iron lock, and pushed the front door of the villa open.

"We’re home!" I called out into the quiet hallway as I kicked off my shoes near the entrance rack.

Before I could even set the heavy clothing bags down on the floor, the sound of tiny, rapid footsteps echoed from the top of the wooden staircase.

PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT!

Two small heads peeked over the top of the dark wooden railing. Leo and Mia were standing there, their big red eyes wide with curiosity. Their messy dark hair was sticking up in all directions from their long morning nap, but the moment they saw Carmilla standing in the foyer wearing her new cream knitted sweater, their faces lit up completely.

"Carmilla!" Mia cried out in her tiny, high-pitched voice, scrambling down the stairs as fast as her small legs could carry her.

Leo was right behind her, his bare feet sliding slightly against the polished wood as he hurried down to meet us.

"Careful on the stairs, you two!" Carmilla warned gently, setting the bakery box down on the hallway table and kneeling down on the floor with her arms open.

Mia threw her arms around Carmilla’s neck, burying her face into the soft fabric of the new cream sweater. Leo skidded to a halt right beside them, clutching the hem of Carmilla’s jacket while looking timidly at the massive pile of shopping bags sitting near my boots.

"Look what Woo Jin and Viora brought for you," Carmilla whispered warmly, unzipping the top of the primary clothing bag.

She pulled out the soft blue cotton hoodie with the cartoon bear printed on the front, along with a pair of dark grey sweatpants and tiny, cushioned sneakers.

Leo’s eyes went wide as saucers. He reached out his small, trembling hands, touching the fluffy fabric of the bear hoodie with absolute wonder.

"Is this... for me?" Leo asked softly, looking up at Carmilla with big, glossy eyes.

"Yes, Leo," Carmilla smiled, her voice softer than I had ever heard it before. "It’s yours. Try it on."

Carmilla helped him slide his arms into the sleeves of the hoodie and pulled the soft blue fabric over his head.

The hoodie was slightly oversized on his small frame, the sleeves covering his hands down to his knuckles, but he pulled the hood over his head and gasped at how warm it felt. He immediately hugged his own arms, burying his nose into the fleece lining with a pure, happy grin.

Next, Carmilla pulled out the bright pink hoodie covered in tiny white stars, along with matching pants and small white shoes for Mia.

Mia let out a loud gasp, her small fangs poking out over her bottom lip as she clapped her hands together. "Stars! It has shiny stars on it!"

"Put it on, Mia," I grinned, leaning down to hand her the tiny sneakers.

Within five minutes, both kids were completely dressed in their new human clothes. They pranced around the hardwood floor of the living room, showing off their hoodies to each other like it was the greatest gift in the entire world.

Leo kept running his thumbs over the smooth ears of the bear print, while Mia twirled around in her pink star sweater until she got dizzy and collapsed onto the soft sofa with a loud laugh.

"And that’s not all," I said, walking over to the hallway table and picking up the large bakery box. "Who wants something sweet to eat?"

Leo and Mia both sat up straight on the sofa, their ears perking up instantly.

Carmilla brought the box over to the living room coffee table and untied the red ribbon. As she pulled back the cardboard flaps, the mouth-watering scent of chocolate muffins, cream puffs, strawberry shortcakes, and fresh milk rolls burst into the air.

Mia let out a small squeal of excitement, her hands reaching out before she remembered her manners and pulled them back, looking up at Carmilla for permission.

"Go ahead," Carmilla chuckled softly. "Woo Jin bought all of this for you."

Mia immediately grabbed a plump strawberry shortcake, taking a huge bite that left a dollop of white whip cream right on the tip of her tiny nose. Leo grabbed a dark chocolate muffin with both hands, taking a big bite and letting out a loud sigh of pure happiness as the soft, rich cake melted in his mouth.

Carmilla sat on the carpet beside the coffee table, watching her cousins eat with a look of deep, overwhelming relief. For the first time since their kingdom fell, the dark cloud of grief hovering over her face seemed to lift, replaced by a quiet, fragile warmth.

"Eat slowly, Mia," Carmilla murmured, reaching over with a napkin to gently wipe the white cream off the little girl’s nose. "There is plenty for later."

Standing near the edge of the living room, I couldn’t help but smile at the scene. They were gate natives, beings that the rest of the world considered dangerous monsters, but sitting here in the warm afternoon light, they were just a broken family finding a moment of real peace.

The kids ate until their bellies were full, chatting happily in their native dialect while Carmilla translated a few of their funny questions to me. They were fascinated by the simple things in the house—the television screen on the wall, the soft fabric of the sofa, and the clear glass windows showing the back garden.

Eventually, the full bellies and warm room caught up to the children once again. Mia yawned heavily, leaning her head against Leo’s shoulder, while Leo’s eyelids fluttered shut right in the middle of a sentence.

Carmilla stood up quietly, gathering both children into her arms.

"I’m going to put them back to bed," Carmilla whispered, looking at Viora and me with deep, quiet eyes. "Thank you... for everything today. Truly."

"Get some rest too, Carmilla," Viora replied softly. "You’ve earned it."

Carmilla gave a gentle nod, carrying her sleeping cousins back up the wooden staircase toward the second-floor guest room.

Once the sound of her footsteps faded at the top of the stairs, the downstairs area became completely quiet again. The afternoon sun was beginning to dip lower in the sky, casting long, orange and golden beams through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows at the back of the house.

I stretched my arms over my head, feeling the dull ache in my back start to act up again after a long day of walking around the mall.

"Man, my legs are killing me," I muttered, shaking my arms out.

"Your body is still recovering," Viora said, turning her head toward me. "You should stretch properly."

"Yeah, you’re right," I sighed. "Come on, let’s get some fresh air in the back room."

I walked toward the far end of the house, where a wide, floor-to-ceiling glass bay window overlooked the private back garden. Right below the glass on the outside sat a quiet stone pond, surrounded by smooth gray pebbles and green water lilies. The orange light of the setting sun hit the surface of the water, casting bright, dancing ripples of gold across the wooden floorboards inside.

I leaned against the wide wooden sill of the big window, crossing my arms over my chest as I looked out at the peaceful water pond below.

We stood there side by side for a long time, listening to the soft rustle of the wind blowing through the garden trees outside.

"The pond is quiet," Viora noted softly, her pale face turned toward the glass. "I can hear the small ripples hitting the stones."

"Yeah," I replied, leaning my head back against the side frame. "It’s my favorite spot in the house."

Viora didn’t say anything for a moment. She shifted her weight, turning her body slightly toward me.

"You worked very hard today, Woo Jin," Viora spoke, her voice lower and softer than usual.

"I just did what felt right," I smiled, looking sideways at her pale profile. "Carmilla and those kids... they lost everything. If we didn’t help them, nobody else would have."

"You always think about protecting others," Viora said quietly, stepping an inch closer to where I stood against the window frame. "Even when your own body is broken and weak."

"Well, I have to get stronger so I don’t stay weak," I chuckled weakly, rubbing the back of my neck. "I can’t rely on you to smash every dragon that comes our way, Viora. I want to be someone who can stand right beside you, not behind you."

Viora stood frozen for a second. Her bright, clouded purple eyes looked straight toward my face, her expression unreadable in the warm twilight.

Slowly, without a word, Viora stepped even closer until there was barely any space left between us.

I blinked, slightly surprised by how close she was standing, her height slightly shorter than mine as she stood in front of the golden glass window.

Before I could ask her what was wrong, Viora pushed herself up onto her tippy toes.

She leaned her frame forward, placing one cool, delicate hand against my chest for balance. Her soft, warm lips gently pressed against the center of my right cheek.

Mwah.

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