Lulu Lu broke out in goosebumps at her childhood friend’s words. Her eyes widened, face etched with disbelief. She never imagined Lily Liu would actually say something so *purely* yandere.
Wait—hold up. Are *you* the yandere here, or am *I*?
But Lily’s gaze was dead serious.
Beneath that seriousness flickered a trace of barely concealed madness—a reckless, all-or-nothing resolve, as if she’d tossed caution to the wind.
The Lily Liu Lulu knew from school was shy, sensitive, cautious—the textbook definition of a well-behaved girl.
In other words: practical, rule-abiding, never stepping out of line.
Yet this Lily? Not rule-abiding. Not in any way.
Bound and helpless, Lulu could only watch as Lily’s hands moved over her. Clothes vanished in seconds.
She had no idea what she looked like now—but *messy* was a safe bet.
Lily clearly knew what she was doing. Her face burned crimson, hands trembling violently.
Lulu never saw this coming. Not the counterattack. Not the fact that Lily’s first move after winning wasn’t to run—but to… *do that* to her?
"Hey, hey, Lily, wait—"
Her voice came out weak. Just like her situation.
Not that she was scared or resisting. Pre-rebirth Lulu was a proud yuri knight. Cuddling with her childhood friend? Honestly, a perk. She just felt… *embarrassed*.
Since when does the yandere get tied up and *overpowered* by the target?
Lily didn’t pause. Instead, she asked, voice trembling with excitement:
"Lulu… why did you kidnap me?"
"...I said *wait*!"
"Was it because I rejected your confession? Did you get so angry you snapped?" Lily rambled on, growing more worked up.
"No! Hey! Don’t—don’t come closer!"
"Lulu… I think we’re equals. You wanted to kidnap me… so of course I can do this too. Right, Lulu?"
Tears suddenly spilled—*plop, plop*—onto Lulu’s cheeks.
Yes. Lily was straddling her now, pinning her shoulders, sobbing right above her face.
Seeing Lily cry so brokenly, Lulu forgot her own predicament.
"Lily… don’t cry. I’d never treat you like an object. We’ve always been best friends."
"Then why say you wanted to make me *your possession*? You big liar!"
"..."
She *had* said that. Just acting the yandere part. But confessing now? Impossible. She stayed silent.
Lily cried harder.
Gritting her teeth, Lulu arched her neck with her bound arms, pulled Lily close—and kissed her.
Salt. Tears. Warm breath on her skin. Lily shuddered, then closed her tear-streaked eyes. Didn’t pull away.
*Haa…*
Both their first kisses.
When they parted, a silvery thread connected their lips.
Lily stopped crying. Pouting, she locked eyes with Lulu in silent understanding.
"Feeling better, Lily?" Lulu asked softly.
"Mm." A nod.
"Can you untie me now?"
A firm shake of the head. "No. You have to *compensate* me."
"...Aren’t you scared I’ll call for help? One shout and a van full of people shows up!"
Lily wasn’t buying it. "Bluffing. This house is huge, Lulu. Even if you scream your lungs out… no one’s coming."
Lulu sighed. Gave up. Leaned into the bit.
"*Po Houlong!* *Po Houlong!*" she yelled.
"*Pfft—* Only you’d be this shameless at a time like this," Lily giggled through tears.
But her eyes hardened again. Voice soft, resolute:
"...Lulu. They say the first time hurts… but I’ll be gentle. I promise."
...
After the heated struggle—
Who won? Who surrendered? Hard to say.
Lulu’s cuffs were long gone. They lay tangled in bed, skin to skin, holding each other tight.
"Hey, Lily… answer me something?" Lulu murmured.
Her Roleplay Meter had already plummeted to zero. One step from reset.
"Go ahead."
"Why did you reject my confession?"
"Because I like you."
"...But you said you liked someone else!"
"Lied. Lulu… in this whole wide world, you’re the only one I like."
"Then why reject me *if* you like me?"
Lily fell silent for a long moment. Then sighed.
With sorrowful eyes, she gave Lulu a smile she’d never forget:
"Because… I can’t see a future, Lulu."
A storm of emotions crashed in Lulu’s chest.
She opened her mouth to reply—
*Bang!*
Her Roleplay Meter hit negative.
Consciousness vanished.
...
...
Lulu woke back in that initial night.
Her mind swirled. Memories flashed like a reel: *She*, the supposed yandere, got counterattacked… and thoroughly *had her way with*…
Wait—since when do middle schoolers know *that* much?! Who taught them?!
And tucked in her thoughts: a strange message from… *someone*:
【Seriously. You’re embarrassing.】
【But congrats! You unlocked Bad Ending: *The Humiliating Yandere Who Got Counterattacked and Overpowered*. Keep trying, little Lulu Lu.】
