a Yandere Harem in a Magic World Can't be That Bad-Chapter 7: My Fated Mate

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Iris POV

As I walk back to school from the goddesses place, I can't be happier.

I skipped through the park by the school like a small child who just had her birthday, a smile drawn across my lips, my tail flicking in pure happiness. I couldn't help it; it had finally happened. After years of preparation, I'd done it. I had finally started my plan to make Luke mine!

What? He's my brother? You wouldn't understand. He's not my brother—he's my fated mate.

You wonder how I know he is my fated mate? Oh, you are foolish. You will know the moment you meet him, even if you are unaware of the many stories. When I was little, my mother used to tell me tales of fated mates. She said every person with a soul has that one perfect match, but they almost never meet each other. She told me that when you find him, a jolt will pass through your bodies the moment you touch. She said it especially affects the female foxes.

I never believed her until that day.

I remember it perfectly. I think back to it all the time. It was a moment that changed everything—a moment that told me he was mine to claim.

We were training with my powers when it happened. Luke, my dear, sweet, caring, incredible, perfect brother, accidentally touched my hand, and that jolt of electricity was like thunder in my veins. It shut everything down in its path. When I looked up at him again, he was perfection embodied.

At first, I thought nothing of it. But slowly, something began to change. Strange feelings started to emerge. I couldn't stop thinking about him. Every single waking nanosecond of the day, he was in my mind, refusing to leave. Every time I looked at him, my face would blush and my muscles would tighten, and it became nearly impossible to think about anything else.

He was just so... perfect. Luke was kind when others were cruel, warm when the whole world was cold. The way he cared for everyone around him—I wanted all that attention just for me.

The others never understood how I felt, even less when they found out we lived together and called ourselves family. But that didn't matter; what mattered was the connection we had and how it was meant to be.

At first, I thought I could ignore it, pretend that nothing had changed. But he was always there, always sweet and perfect and mine. It was like a tiny seed that took root and began to sprout, growing in the back of my mind. Every time we were together, it grew stronger, more vivid, until I couldn't see anything else.

I started noticing little things about him—how his eyes shimmered with kindness, how his laugh felt like a warm blanket on a cold day. I craved him like air, like water. A small need turned into an all-consuming hunger. The more time passed, the more desperate I became. I felt like I was going insane.

Every touch sent shivers through me; every glance made my heart race wildly. My breaths would catch whenever he spoke to me, my pulse quickening to a crescendo that refused to subside. My thoughts were a constant whirl of Luke—Luke smiling, Luke laughing, Luke looking at me with those beautiful eyes.

My own body began to betray me, reacting wildly to his presence. Every instinct screamed at me to claim him, take him as mine. I couldn't control it, and I didn't want to. The feeling was like a fire inside of me, consuming everything in its path.

The closer I got to him, the more intense it became. My blood surged and pounded relentlessly in my veins, demanding him with every beat of my heart. I was obsessed, ensnared by a need so primal it left me breathless.

Oh god. He was like an addiction I couldn't shake, and my body craved him more than anything else in the world. My nipples hardened at even the slightest thought of him; they ached for his touch, pressing almost painfully against the fabric of my clothes.

Lower still, a deeper ache formed between my legs. It pulsed with every heartbeat, making my body shiver in anticipation of something I was desperately needing.

unable to stop thinking about. It was relentless, a throbbing that refused to go away no matter how hard I tried to ignore it. My fingers would drift down, and I imagined it was Luke's hand instead of my own, finally claiming me as his.

I started having dreams, vivid and overwhelming. In them, Luke would look at me with the same hunger I felt for him. He'd pull me close, his voice gentle but filled with need as he whispered my name. His touch would be electric, his hands exploring every inch of me like he couldn't get enough.

In these dreams, he'd kiss me deeply, leaving me breathless and wanting more. Our bodies would press together perfectly, moving in sync like it was meant to be. Every touch, every glance promised that I'd be his forever, and I'd wake up panting and flushed, wishing it was real.

Each dream left me more desperate than the last, and eventually, I couldn't take it anymore.

I ditched out the idea of him being my brother, and fully embraced the fact that he's the one I'm meant to be with. Forever.

That's when I started my plan.

First, I wanted to become more beautiful. I needed him to see me differently, not as his sister but as something irresistible. To do that, I sought the power of the Light Goddess.

Her power could give me a new form, one too perfect for Luke to ignore. But she always declined my requests, saying it was a divine sin to help demihumans like me. Months passed with me begging and pleading, until one day I was ready to forget about it entirely.

Then, without warning, the Goddess came to me. She said she'd give me the overwhelming beauty I craved—as long as I agreed to give her something in return. She didn't say what it was. I didn't care. I accepted without hesitation.

Her blessing started manifesting at the same time as my physical maturity, and it was incredible

I looked at my reflection in every shiny window as I ran back toward school. My hair had gotten a little brighter after her blessing.

Where it had been a deep blue, it now caught a platinum shimmer that was unlike anything I'd ever seen. My eyes sparkled with new light, and my features became more defined, more mature.

The biggest change, though, was my body. It transformed beyond what I ever dreamed of. My curves became pronounced, and I marveled at how perfect I looked. Even now, as my new chest strained against my top, I giggled with excitement.

Luke wouldn't be able to resist me anymore, hehehe.

He had already started seeing me differently, specially after what happened yesterday. It wasn't something crazy, we've bathe together many times before, but It really seemed to have a strong effect on his mind.

Seems like the lines in our relationship where finally starting to blur in his eyes.

It wasn't enough, but it was a start. Sometimes, when he thought I wasn't looking, he'd slip up and glance at me with a different kind of hunger—one that made my heart leap with joy, even if I couldn't quite put it into words.

But those moments were rare, fleeting. It wasn't enough to satisfy the craving inside me. I wanted so much more from him. I wanted to occupy his every thought, to have him desire me as desperately as I desired him.

I wouldn't rest until he couldn't resist me any longer.

As I reached the entrance of the school, my heart raced with excitement for what was to come. The halls buzzed with energy from students milling about, their voices a chaotic symphony of chatter and laughter.

With each step, I felt eyes on me. People stopped mid-conversation to stare; some whispered in hushed voices while others openly gawked. They were drawn to me like moths.

But I Just wanted my Luke's eyes to see me.

I made my way outside, waiting eagerly for him to notice me. He should have been out by now. I lingered by the entrance, watching students trickle past. Minutes stretched on, and I grew restless.

Finally, I stopped a boy as he walked by. "Hey," I said sweetly, flashing my most charming smile. "Have you seen my brother, Luke?"

He blinked, momentarily distracted by my appearance. "Uh, yeah. He just left with that new girl."

The words hit me like ice water. I stood frozen as he walked away, his answer echoing in my mind: The new girl?

Shock turned to a simmering heat as jealousy flared inside me.

"Where did they go?" My voice was sharper than I intended.

He glanced back, a little intimidated. "I think they said something about the magic grounds."

My heart pounded with urgency. Luke was with some new girl, and he wasn't supposed to be. He was supposed to be with me. My brother, my Luke.

Mine. He's mine!