Lulu Lu slipped inside and quietly locked the door behind her. She wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.

Lily Liu changed into slippers and asked,

“So? Where’s this fresh, exciting little gadget? Lulu, you’re not tricking me, are you?”

Truth was, there was no such thing—Lulu had only said that to lure Lily home.

But since Lily was so curious, Lulu wouldn’t dampen her spirits.

“Hmph~ Of course there is!”

A sly smile tugged at Lulu’s lips as an idea sparked in her mind.

Though she’d fumbled badly playing yandere-themed galgames before, she’d picked up a rough sense of the archetype:

A yandere had to be proactive.

Only by striking first could she claim what was hers—no yandere was ever the passive type.

“Look over there!”

Lulu suddenly pointed.

“Hm?”

Lily instinctively turned.

In a flash, Lulu closed the gap. The moment Lily heard a sound and glanced back, her lips brushed a cheek waiting right there.

“Mmph!”

Lily covered her mouth, voice laced with mock reproach:

“Lulu! What are you doing?!”

Lulu stuck out her tongue playfully.

“Ehehe~ Got you!”

Lily feigned anger and lunged. They tussled and giggled for a good while.

Minutes later.

“If *this* is your ‘excitement,’ I’m heading home,” Lily said, arms crossed, still slightly miffed.

But Lulu noticed it—Lily had unconsciously licked her lips several times, never wiping the spot touched.

What did that tiny gesture mean?

A hazy thought flickered in Lulu’s mind, but no time to dwell—her childhood friend was genuinely pouting.

“Don’t be mad~ I *did* prepare a surprise!”

Lulu walked to a cloth-draped object, whisked the cover away.

“Ta-da~”

A soft smile graced her face.

It was a piano—once her father’s, filling evenings with melody.

Now hers, long gathering dust as mere decor.

She settled on the bench, lifted the lid, and rested slender fingers on the keys.

The original Lulu never learned piano.

But *this* Lulu had.

A gentle, flowing melody rose—like a moonlit dancer twirling with a white rose between her lips.

*Dream Wedding.*

“Huh?! Lulu, you play piano? *This* well?” Lily’s eyes widened.

“This piece is gorgeous… and totally new to me! What’s it called?”

This world had pianos, yes—but its popular repertoire differed wildly from Earth’s.

“*Dream Wedding*~ I practiced it just for you. Impressed? Want me to teach you, Lily~?”

Lily glanced at her hands. Her earlier excitement dimmed.

“Nah… my fingers aren’t that nimble.”

She didn’t leave. Dropped the “surprise” talk entirely, instead suggesting manga. Soon, they were curled up with shoujo comics.

Their tastes aligned: pure-hearted girl friendships, magical girl adventures—Lily especially adored those.

They chatted and read until dinner time.

Lulu tapped her phone, closed it, and stole a glance at Lily—still lost in panels. A quiet smile surfaced.

Order placed.

This world mirrored Earth closely—tech, culture, even the shadowy corners. Regulations here were looser.

Swap a few keywords, and she’d found exactly what she wanted on a legit platform. Delivery included.

One pill in a drink, and Lily would drift into Sleeping Beauty slumber, awaiting her princess’s touch.

The food delivery arrived.

Lulu waited patiently until the *second* “delivery” came, then collected both.

Lily remained immersed in manga until Lulu set the drugged drink before her.

“Takeout’s here—I’m treating you.”

Lulu’s smile felt a little stiff.

“Thanks, Lulu!”

Lily dug in without hesitation, devouring the meal.

But even after draining the cola and waiting ten minutes… nothing.

Lily remained bright-eyed, flipping manga pages.

*Scammed.*

Damn it—fake sedative!

Lulu nearly choked on frustration. Her whole plan derailed by a shady online marketplace?

…She’d been naive. Of course it wouldn’t be that easy.

Dusk deepened.

Lily closed the manga.

“Getting late. I should go. Thanks for having me, Lulu.”

“…Mm.”

Lulu hesitated. *Make the move now?* Her gaze sharpened.

But last time taught her: head-on, it’d be fifty-fifty. She’d need another angle.

Like… a surprise from behind.

Then—Lily paused by a cabinet, eyes caught by a clear, elegant bottle and its shimmering liquid.

“What’s this? A drink?”

*Perfect.*

“Mm, a mixed cocktail. Super tasty.” Lulu seized the chance.

“Wanna try, Lily?”

“Alcohol?” Lily’s eyes widened.

“Wait—you’ve had it?”

“Hmph~ Obviously!” Lulu drawled playfully.

“Lily, you’ve *never* tried alcohol? No way, no way!”

“…”

Ignoring the tease, Lily stared at the bottle, voice low:

“But… teachers say minors shouldn’t…”

“Teacher? Where?” Lulu leaned in, voice honeyed like a temptress luring innocence.

“I’ve had it! Sweet, tangy—just like soda.”

“But it’s Uncle’s…”

“One tiny sip. He won’t notice.”

Lily clenched her fist. Swallowed hard. Then, eyes sparkling:

“…Just one sip?”

…

“Whoa—it’s sweet… with a weird kick! So strange!”

“Good?”

“Delicious!”

“Another?”

“Well…”

“Go on! Dad’s got a whole case. We’ll swap the bottle after.” Lulu poured without waiting.

“Mm… mm…”

Lily chugged it. Then another. And another.

No turning back.

Lulu planned to wait until Lily was tipsy—but after *one* glass, Lily’s cheeks flushed apple-red, eyes growing hazy.

The fake sedative failed.

But teenage curiosity? Unstoppable.

Quiet Lily, the “good girl,” hid a thrill-seeker beneath. Rarely shown—except *now*, with only her closest friend watching, tasting the forbidden.

Her tolerance was shockingly low. A few glasses later, she slumped onto the sofa, utterly disoriented, then still.

Unconscious.

Lulu exhaled.

Goal achieved—just… bizarrely.

She cradled Lily’s sleeping face. Heart hammered.

“Lily… I’ve finally caught you~”

Whispered without thinking.

Now… she could do what she’d longed to do, right?