Midnight.
In the pitch-black silence of the school dormitory, the girl’s eyes snapped open.
“Ahh!!”
She let out a sharp scream, eyes wide as if jolted from a deep dream.
“Lulu Lu, what’s wrong with you?” her roommate grumbled, stirred awake.
The girl froze for a moment before snapping back. “N-nothing… just a nightmare,” she stammered.
Her roommate turned over without another word and fell asleep.
Lulu Lu sighed, her gaze hollow as she stared at the ceiling.
So this really won’t work…
A “reload,” huh… Guess I start over.
Her name was Lulu Lu.
Like countless bizarre isekai tales, she was a transmigrator—her gender altered by a strange god, stripped of her former “little brother,” and tossed into this odd world.
The god had erased most of her “useless” past-life memories. She couldn’t recall her old name—only this body’s: Lulu Lu.
But she remembered clearly: she’d died playing a famous yuri yandere galgame.
How? Some unlucky player pulled all-nighters to unlock the perfect ending, got overexcited, had a heart attack, and tragically kicked the bucket.
The strange god left messages in her mind. First:
*“I couldn’t stand watching you fawn over yanderes yet dodge every correct choice like a clueless newbie. So I’m making you live it—become one. Complete my tasks well, and I’ll send you home with one wish granted.”*
*“Don’t ask why. I’m a strange god. I’m bored. Seize this chance, young man—ah, correction: Lulu Lu, little sister. Go get ‘em. I believe in you.”*
True—pre-transmigration, Lulu Lu adored yanderes but utterly misunderstood them. Options screaming “choose this and get stabbed”? She’d pick them confidently.
She’d died every possible death route in that game. No exceptions.
Hence the god’s task: use every “possessive-type” yandere method to claim Lily Liu—her crush—completely.
The god’s notes defined it: *desiring to make the other exclusively yours, possibly through confinement.*
A new counter appeared in her mind: **Role-Play Points (RPP)**.
*[Current Possessive Yandere RPP: 0%]*
Actions aligning with yandere logic raised it. Drop below zero? Auto-reload. Hit 100%? Earn a save point.
Lily Liu was Lulu Lu’s classmate, desk partner, and childhood friend. They’d shared kindergarten through middle school at Ganju City Public Girls’ Middle School—true besties.
But yesterday, Lily had turned away and said the classic line:
“I’m sorry. I like girls too… but we can only be friends. I already like someone else.”
Lulu Lu had forced a smile, nodded, then cried alone in the bathroom all afternoon.
Wiping tears, she vowed: *I won’t let Lily go to that outsider—Ling Lianlian. She’s the only one Lily’s close to besides me.*
That night, transmigration struck.
She inherited her past self’s memories: a detailed plan scribbled in a notebook—kidnap Lily, fake long-term sick leave for both, build their secluded life.
The god’s backstory? Absurdly convenient: orphaned, wealthy, house and car, living alone. Textbook protagonist setup. Zero obstacles.
First attempt: invited Lily home, tried persuasion. Rejected. Then tried force—but her strength matched Lily’s (if not weaker). A clumsy, breathless scuffle. No winner. Exhausted, Lulu Lu watched Lily flee… *because she forgot to lock the door.* Rookie mistake.
RPP plummeted. Reload triggered. Back to this midnight moment.
She didn’t know why transmigration began at night—but the quiet gave her clarity. *This time, I act faster.*
Dawn. The wake-up bell rang. Lulu Lu dragged herself up, washed, brushed teeth.
Mirror reflection: oval face, high nose, big watery eyes—a budding beauty.
Hair? School-regulation short cut, ears exposed. Only a plain black or brown clip allowed.
Late bloomer: barely 150 cm tall. Chest barely curved—not flat, but bra-optional.
By her old standards? A “big-sized loli.” Soft-spoken, petite, easy to push over—check, check, check.
In the cafeteria, she spotted her target: Lily Liu.
Slightly taller, slender frame, but nicely developed chest.
Lulu Lu slid her tray beside her. “Morning, Lily.”
“Morning.” Lily nodded, eating quietly.
Lulu Lu ate too: congee, steamed pork bun, fried egg. Simple. Nostalgic.
Halfway through, Lily asked softly, “Are you still upset?”
Lulu Lu shook her head. “No, not at all.” *She means yesterday’s confession.*
“Mm.” Lily glanced up, voice tentative. “Lele… we’re still good friends, right?”
“Of course,” Lulu Lu smiled—but it didn’t reach her eyes.
*After all… I’m about to do that to you.*
Lily was introverted, sensitive, cared deeply what others thought.
So why reject me privately… and name someone else?
*We spend the most time together.*
A flicker of doubt—but she stayed silent. Too smart to ask outright.
She finished eating, eyes drifting to Lily.
A strange warmth rose—
*Love.*
*Want her gaze locked only on me. Only me.*
Just looking… this feeling bloomed. Unexplained. Unshakable.
She’d inherited the memory—and the love.
Perhaps the god’s mercy. No love, no motive. To be yandere, this bone-deep love was essential. No need to fake it.
Lulu Lu blinked back to reality—Lily was staring right at her.
“Time for morning exercises.”
Lily broke eye contact, stood, tray in hand.
Lulu Lu followed, slipping into the rhythm of schoolgirl life.
*No matter what… the plan moves forward.*
