Yandere Simulator Students Novels & Stories

A few of the girls around me snickered and I felt my face burn all the more. The woman sighed irritably. “Use your mouth now.” I couldn’t fail to notice that everyone else had stopped. They were now all openly staring at the debacle unfolding between the instructor and me. I held the toy up to my lips. “Hold it from above. The realer the simulation the better.” I did as asked, struggling not to cry the entire time. I didn’t fare any better than I had with the stroking. I gave the tip a few gingerly licks and she cursed viciously at me. The other girls laughed again.

she says. He laughs. “It’s nothing bad, I promise. I’m a new student this semester, my name is Evander and I’m a little late for my first day,” he chuckles nervously. “Would you be able to help me find just my first class? I only know the room number from my schedule, but I can’t seem to get the link for the virtual map to work.” “Oh, yeah, I have a solution for that.” Amira takes over her bag and digs around until she finds a folder, taking out the hard copy she made of the school map during her first week, in case the same thing ever happened to her with the online version.

she began, “because we are finally moving forward. Loisage has changed. You know this. You’ve lived it. We cannot pretend the world outside these walls will wait for your education to finish tidily in theory and test scores.” She swept her gaze across us, cold and precise. “Starting today, the Trial Grounds Simulation Protocol is active.” Some students whispered. Some stiffened. I didn’t move. “Each mentor-track team will begin rotating through field-grade simulation exercises,” she continued. “These are not games. These are controlled reality threads—spell-stabilized environments designed to mimic known historical magical events, threats, or distortions.” She raised one hand. “Simulations a

"Do you really want to be treated like a dog? Miss, what matters most is that you love yourself." "Forget it. No words can help those who deserve to suffer. Let the show begin!" "Show? What show?" "Are you guys suffering from amnesia? Doesn't Madam have some kind of app? It's a relationship simulation app where you get to create simulations based on the choices you make. It's so useful!" The viewers were already familiar with Giselle's next course of action. They were all scrambling to mention the simulation app before Giselle could even say anything.

The girl turns back to her friends to look at the footage of me scolding her. “I-what…” Xander has his mouth hanging open when he turns his attention from me to the other girls and then right back. I wave away his concern, feeling satisfied that the group finally left. “Don’t try to understand them. Most of the students at Waynard High have a screw loose in their heads.” “You have the loosest screw of all.” Xander mumbles. “There you two are. We were wondering where you two went.” Upon hearing Leo’s voice, I quickly move away from Xander and give him the best welcoming smile that I can.

I said, trying to hide the irritation in my voice. “Wait, what? Didn't I tell you? I thought I told you. Steph moved into an apartment with her classmates in college. Crazy chicks, man. One girl is a complete crackpot, flirting with me like anything.” Simon went on. “Really, what college?” I asked, my tone sounding cold. “Aurum University. She received a scholarship in nursing and jumped at the opportunity. Back then, she looked like she wanted to be anywhere, but home.” Simon said, his voice low and reflective.

He parked the car on the side of the road, took Yuri's bag and pushed the car door and walked down. "It's her, who obviously followed a few men in the nightclub last time, and pretended to be innocent at school, pretending to have no money. I don't believe that the money you have to sleep with is not enough for you to splurge, so I love to pretend to be pitiful and seduce. The sympathy of the male student, Yuri, are you still shameless?" The female student in question is in the same dormitory with Yuri, and is still a classmate named Winnie. Since Yuri was chosen to leave that day, she has been resentful.

She had skipped every single physical conditioning session and hand-to-hand combat class for the past three weeks to go out partying at the campus lounges, leaving the girl to write her strategy logs and complete her coursework. But a student could not write their way out of a live simulation. No one could fake muscle memory. The android lunged. It wasn't even moving at full speed, configured to a basic level, but Camilla completely panicked. She shrieked, swinging her staff blindly like a golf club instead of using the proper defensive block. The mechanical beast easily ducked under the clumsy, overextended swing, swept her legs with its heavy tail unit, and pinned her flat on her back agai

“We’re winning this.” That was about the reaction I expected. Such a workaholic these days. So eager to prove something. “Listen up,” The insulator says. “Three students will be critical injuries—close to death. Simulated blood everywhere, mimicking a battlefield scenario. The remaining non-medical student will act as support and must be directed by the healer to save all three.” She paces as she speaks, eyes sharp. “This exercise is about multitasking, communication, and leadership from the healer. Healers, decide who will be your victims and helper.”

JONEA “Let’s go on a date tomorrow!” invited Daran. “What?” I started it; now I’m the surprised one. “Why? Don’t you want a dating simulation? Do you want to practice making that guy--Hunter Abraham, hate you? Let’s do a dating simulation so you can quickly make him sick and stay away from you! Isn’t he the man with the red mark on his forehead? He could endanger your life.” I heard Owen grumble, “This isn’t going to end well. It would be more practical if I just killed him!”