Her mental state was already unstable—who knew what fresh trigger had pushed her over the edge into full-blown psychosis?

"Terribly sorry for delaying your death date, Master Cheng."

"No, no! I’m thrilled—so thrilled I could dance!"

"Oh? I assumed someone like you, Master Cheng, who wastes oxygen just by breathing, would’ve longed for death."

"..."

Damn, she’s sharp-tongued.

Jilianbing sighed, stroking her cheek as if troubled.

"Hmm... I’d hoped to wrap this up quickly. Looks like it’ll turn into a long-term battle."

Then she chuckled softly to herself, as if suddenly at ease.

"Well, this could be fun... hehehe..."

*Fun? Are you blind to how dangerous this is?*

Jilianbing leaned down, pressing her forehead against mine.

"That wall slam earlier was dashing, Master Cheng. If you’d licked my earlobe instead of the rim? I might’ve climaxed right there. Hehe~"

*She remembers everything!*

No memory gaps in this dual personality!

The shifting titles, the pink... pink and red swirling together—was it love and killing intent tangled as one?

Truly living up to her name: *kill-or-kiss*.

*Spare me. I’m seventeen. This heavy emotion? I can’t even process it.*

"It’s late. Shall we head back?"

"O-oh! Right!"

Jilianbing smoothed her hair, then untied my uniform wrapped around her waist and tossed it to me. Without hesitation, she adjusted her underwear right in front of me.

"Hey! Don’t do that in front of a guy—"

*Where’s your modesty? I miss that shy Jilianbing from earlier...*

"What does it matter? You’re my boyfriend, aren’t you?"

"Cough—what’s that got to do with it!"

She patted my head like I was a child.

"It’s fine~ perfectly fine~. You’re my first boyfriend. I only act like this for you."

"Huh..."

*Tch. My heart skipped. Must be a glitch.*

"Fluttering? Men really are all the same—ladies in public, housewives at home, vixens in bed, yet clinging to virginity. I hit all four marks. Exceed them, even. Want to marry me?"

"If the price is becoming a corpse? Hard pass. I’d rather not hold my wedding and funeral on the same day."

"Hehe. A ghost marriage could work~"

"Even less interested!"

I snatched my backpack and stormed out of the library. Jilianbing followed, skirtless. She’d refused to wear the torn skirt, and borrowing my jacket to cover up would "ruin her image," so she just... didn’t.

*You’re the one ruining your image like this... Rich people logic, I guess.*

Even with no one around, she was unnaturally at ease. I’d bet Jilianbing would stroll naked on a private beach without blinking.

"What’s wrong? So fixated on what’s below?"

"Just... cover up, okay?"

"Then do it for me."

She spread her arms, waiting for me to wrap something around her.

"Do it yourself—"

"Nope~ I want *you* to~"

"Stop saying stuff like that while staring at my neck! It’s creepy!"

"Hehehe~ It’s how I show affection?"

"Your *killing intent* outweighs it, idiot."

Our banter felt natural now. My fear of her had faded; her murderous urges toward me had dulled.

Jilianbing was... relatively safer? At least we could talk without suspicion.

Outside the building, a sleek, unmarked limousine idled by the school gates.

As we approached, the passenger door opened. A maid stepped out.

Snow-white hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her traditional maid uniform prioritized function over flair: a white apron with lace trim over a high-collared black dress, a kokoshnik perched neatly on her head.

**The Quintessential Head Maid**

**Shirley**

*Whoa.*

*A real maid.*

*An actual, proper maid.*

She wasn’t the cute anime type, yet her authentic grace stirred something in me.

Shirley showed no surprise at Jilianbing’s bare legs. Calm as still water, she pulled a skirt from her apron pocket and knelt before her mistress.

Jilianbing rested a hand on the maid’s shoulder, lifting first her left foot, then her right. In one fluid motion, Shirley slid the skirt up from Jilianbing’s ankles, fastened the buttons, and smoothed her attire.

In seconds, Jilianbing was once again the picture of poised elegance.

*Wow. Like magic.*

After dressing her mistress, Shirley bowed slightly to me.

"Thank you for looking after our young mistress."

"Don’t mention it. She’s the one taking care of me—"

"No. I’ve seen your actions. Enduring our mistress’s whims... it hasn’t been easy. Thanks to you, she hasn’t strayed further down the wrong path—"

Jilianbing cut her off with an uncharacteristic frown.

"Shirley. No unnecessary talk."

*Huh? Secrets?*

*Is she grateful I haven’t been killed by Jilianbing? Weird. I’d have thought the maid would help her mistress off me.*

That sparked a new thought. *Wait—Jilianbing’s a famous heiress. If she wanted me dead, why handle it personally?*

*Something’s off!*

*...Eh, too lazy to dig. I’ll let it slide.*

But Shirley’s earlier words nagged at me. *"I’ve seen your actions"? Could she...*

"...One question. Were *you* the one who took that photo?"

Shirley’s eyes flickered with respect.

"Perceptive, Master Juncheng. I took it. Maid Lin Bai handled the edits—the malicious alterations damaging your image. I’ve already disciplined her accordingly. And please, call me Shirley."

"Uh... why ‘Master’?"

She bowed her head.

"As the young mistress’s boyfriend—and potential future head of the Ji Group—you deserve the title."

*Riding her coattails, huh. If even her maids know about us...*

*Do her parents know too?*

*Terrifying... I wouldn’t be surprised if I vanished tomorrow.*

"Let’s go, Shirley. I’m tired."

"Yes, Miss Shirley."

Shirley bowed deeply to me again, opened the rear door for Jilianbing, then returned to the passenger seat.

I noticed another maid—masked—driving. *So there are more maids besides Shirley...*

The engine purred to life. As the car pulled away, the rear window slid down. Jilianbing waved goodbye, her smile bright.

"See you tomorrow, Master Cheng."

*That smile!*

The one waving goodbye was unmistakably the *other* Jilianbing!

*I thought I’d lost her forever... Can they switch personalities at will now?*

*This is... hopelessly tangled.*

Heavy-hearted, I trudged home.

After a brief chat with Keling in the living room, I dragged myself to my room. My other sister was already waiting in my bed.

"Onii-chan, I warmed the bed for you."

Deadpan, I replied:

"How thoughtful... Wait. You’re not wearing anything again, are you?"

"..."

"*Knew it!* Go put on pajamas!"

Moments later, Xinran—properly dressed—curled up beside me, hugging my arm.

"...You smell like another woman."

"*Again* with this?"

*Jilianbing tracks me by scent too. No hiding from her.*

*Do all women have noses like bloodhounds?!*

"And it’s different from yesterday’s scent."

"Well, of course it is..."

No panic this time. After the first shock, the second felt... routine.

"She’s my girlfriend, after all."

I said it flatly. Xinran’s eyes widened, her face stiffening.

"Who?"

"Jilianbing... I guess you wouldn’t know her."

"The heiress who sits behind you?"

"You know her? Right, she’s famous. Everyone at school does."

"Why would she... with Onii-chan?"

"Hmm... how to explain..."

*I can’t tell her the truth. She’d never believe it: Jilianbing’s a necrophiliac killer, and I became her boyfriend to protect our secret in the bathroom stall—a life-or-death game. Yeah, right.*

"Anyway, I’ve got nothing she wants. Don’t worry about me being scammed."

*I can’t tell Xinran Jilianbing wants my corpse. She’d never sleep again.*

"Sleep now."

"Onii-chan, I—"

"Hmm?"

"...Nothing."

"Sleep. I’ll rest after you do. And no funny business."

"Okay."

I waited until Xinran’s breathing evened out before closing my eyes.

*Jilianbing... my girlfriend?*