The Necrophiliac Killer’s Chaos:

Where~ are~ you~?

Where~ are~ you~ hiding~?

Hide well now~

Don’t let me find you~

Or I’ll kill you~

"Hmm~ hee-hee~ hee-hee~"

Humming softly, I strode down the pitch-black corridor, chasing the frantic footsteps echoing from afar. Light steps. Playful steps.

He fled. I pursued. Between us lay not a thin veil—but the very concept of life itself.

My heart soared. Today might be the happiest day of my life.

Ah~ So beautiful~

Why such joy?

I hadn’t even claimed him yet, yet giddiness drowned me. Just this deadly game of cat and mouse made me want to laugh.

This thrill… I hadn’t felt it in so, so long…

Corpses—transcending death, embracing decay… the shell left behind when life bleeds into stillness.

The fusion of life and death. True harmony. A transcendence from filth to purity.

When I witnessed "mass death" as a child, no terror or sorrow touched me. Only a trace of excitement. That’s when I knew: I craved this "residue of life."

But not just any corpse. I had my own aesthetics. I wasn’t like those necrophiliac perverts driven by lust.

Those cowards were society’s rejects—broken minds warped by life’s cruelty. Powerless over the living, they became tyrants over the dead. Corpses obeyed them. Never mocked their weakness.

Pathetic lunatics. Most even had distorted senses, obsessing over filth like blood and excrement.

Disgusting.

Unlike them, my senses were sharp. I could smell each person’s unique scent.

Though… perhaps we shared one thing: obsession. The need to possess.

I’d only noticed him yesterday. Today, my eyes couldn’t leave him.

Sleepless nights. His shadow filled my mind. Awake. Asleep. Even in fleeting dreams…

I want. I want. I want. I want. I want. I want. I want. I want. I want. I want. I want. I want. I want.

I want to hold him!

"Heh heh heh~"

A laugh slipped out. Heat pooled in my belly. My mind drifted…

…Maybe I’d gone strange. My last shred of reason whispered this.

I cared too much about An Juncheng.

My brain buzzed. Seeing Master Cheng made me ache to touch him. My gaze clung to his every move. Never tiring.

And when he frowned over me, hesitated, his expression shifting—I thrilled with joy.

Oh dear. Was I no different from Lan Hua now?

Guess I’m a total freak too (laugh).

Perhaps this was An Juncheng’s anomaly: making others adore him against their will.

Such a sly power.

It made me reveal my trump card photo too soon. Made me attack on day one, unable to wait.

Three days stretched ahead. I could’ve savored the chase…

But it didn’t matter.

It was only a matter of time. Even without this power, I’d have fallen for him eventually.

So I embraced this sudden affection. Claimed it as my own.

Though it seemed to affect others too. Lan Hua aside, Jiang Xueqing was likely under its sway.

I never expected her—cold to everything—to seek out Master Cheng.

I had to claim him before others did!

The urge to kill had ripened in my chest. Now I’d find him. Find the one who haunted me. Keep him beside me forever.

Master Cheng was mine. Only mine!

*Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud…*

The footsteps… stopped.

Ah. He’d calmed down.

"Master Cheng~ Where are you~? Why hide from me?"

Silence. Expected.

Credit to Master Cheng—he’d instantly chosen the smartest move: hiding well.

"Master Cheng~ Come out~ I won’t hurt you~"

I walked on, my voice dripping false sweetness, pressing his nerves.

He probably thought his hiding spot was perfect…

Too bad. I’d memorized your scent.

"Master Cheng~ Are you in here? I smell your ‘scent’~"

Drawn by that aroma like a hunter lured by prey, I drifted down the hallway to the fourth floor of the science building. Stopped before the boys’ restroom on the left.

Hmph. Hiding in bathrooms again?

"Fou-nd you."

I stood before the second-to-last stall. Certain. Master Cheng was inside.

This lock would break easily. But I wanted to scare him first.

I rattled the handle with a third of my strength.

*Clack. Clack-clack. Clack-clack-clack-clack-clack-clack-clack… Snap.*

Oops. Broke it. Hehe~

I pushed the door open gently. No Master Cheng.

He must be crouched by the entrance like a frightened mouse, praying I wouldn’t spot him.

So cute~

It made me want to tease him more.

I choked back laughter. Calmed my face. Performed perfect shock.

"Oh? Not here…"

I lingered ten seconds. Then left—but slipped into the first stall instead, faking fading footsteps.

I’d ambush him here.

Soon, Master Cheng crept out, thinking it safe.

As he passed the first stall, I pounced.

"Wah!"

He yelped, pinned beneath me.

Heh. Such a cute reaction.

"Careless, Master Cheng. Thought I’d gone? Hehe. I knew you hid in the third stall all along. Just wanted to surprise you~"

I expected panic. Instead, he stayed calm. Eyes sharp. No fear of death.

"Um… my name’s An Juncheng. Could you stop reversing it?"

"Oh? That’s why I adore you~ Knowing what’s coming, yet so composed… Hoo… I’m falling harder, Master Cheng~"

Ugh. Hate it. Hate it. Hate it~

Why is he so unbearably cute? I wanted to kiss him.

"Ah, Master Cheng… this is my lifelong wish…"

I clasped my hands over my heart—not praying. Swearing an oath.

If one thing could make him eternally mine…

I’d kill him myself.

I’d bear his death.

I’d take his life.

I’d claim his body.

I’d embrace all of him!

I’d gift him my maiden kill. In return, he’d stay with me—from death onward.

"I beg you! Please die for me!"

I straddled him, stroking his neck.

Master Cheng grabbed my wrists. Our fingers locked like lovers’.

Funny—we were fake dating. I was technically his girlfriend.

We’d never gone on a date. Our noon kiss got interrupted… A pang of regret.

Huh? Regret?

Was I regretting his coming death?

His struggle snapped my thoughts. He gritted his teeth, straining to push me off.

My chest ached.

Why?

Heart hurting…

Why?

"Why… why, Master Cheng? Why stop me?"

"...Cough... Well... anyone would fight back when someone’s choking them..."

I see… So that’s how you see it…

Right. Normal people react that way…

…No!

I wanted Master Cheng to understand. To welcome the death I offered. To willingly become my corpse!

Tears welled. My voice cracked.

"It’s because I love you! I adore you! Why… can’t you understand?"

"You just love my corpse!"

The words pierced my heart. I choked on silence.

No! It’s not just your corpse I love!

…Wait. Isn’t it?

Then what do I…

Chaos.

Raw possession seized my mind. Drove my body.

"Master Cheng… I’ll cherish you. Hold you every night. Merge with you daily. Love you even when only bones remain… So please! Stay with me forever!"

"...If... this didn’t... require death... I’d gladly accept..."

I tightened my grip. Ignoring his panic. Only one thought: kill him. Kill him. Kill him and own him!

Wrong!

Don’t kill him!

I don’t want a silent, still Master Cheng!

This sudden resistance made me loosen my left hand. I snapped back, grabbing both his wrists, pulling him close.

Yes~ Just hold him. Nuzzle his chest~

Huh?

What’s this…

My love for Master Cheng was spiraling out of control.

I wanted his death. His corpse! I’d gift him my first kill!

My obsession with corpses surged. Crushed the strange feelings. Locked his head in a triangle choke.

One squeeze. Master Cheng would die. Become my most precious treasure!

"Ah… mmph… Don’t squirm, Master Cheng. It’ll be over soon…"

Ugh. So embarrassing!

His face buried there… between my legs…

Girls’ private parts shouldn’t be touched so casually…

Huh? This shame? Face burning. Belly hot. What’s this wetness between my thighs?

I squeezed my legs together.

"GAAAH!"

Oops! Master Cheng’s head was still trapped!

No! Don’t die! I wanted to date you tomorrow!

…Huh?

Date?

Why that thought…

What am I…

I wanted to kill him, right?

Why did it feel like a question?

Stunned…

All strength vanished. I released my legs. Scooted backward on my butt.

Master Cheng lay motionless on the floor. Silent. Unconscious.

"M-Master Cheng?"

Dread and hope tangled. I reached to check his pulse.

No breath…

No heartbeat…

He died…

Dead…

A corpse.

A tidal wave of terror crashed over me.

After realizing the impact of losing An Juncheng, I was utterly consumed by regret.

A crushing wave of emotion slammed into me. My blood froze; my breath caught. It felt like a sharp knife piercing my heart, tearing my insides apart!

"No! Don't die!"

Tears streamed down my face as I sobbed. The bitter tears reached my lips, and I didn't wipe them away.

"Please! Don't die! Stay by my side!"

I pressed hard on his chest, blowing air into his mouth, fighting to save his life, to pull his soul back!

"Cough..."

It worked!

He's alive!

Alive!

He's no longer a corpse...

The immense joy lasted mere seconds before a deep sense of loss welled up inside me.

I'd done something incredibly foolish.

"...Ah, so that's it..."

I never expected my love for An Juncheng to have grown so wildly to this extent.

"Heh heh heh... I'm truly, utterly foolish."

So which path should I choose?

"...

I can't let go of either.

My indecisive attitude and clashing emotions tangled my fragmented spirit, forging a deeply conflicted self.

I only know this person is vital to me. Alive or dead, corpse or living man—I can't be without him anymore.

Amidst the chaos, this twisted love bloomed into a flower of ice and snow.