Before leaving, Lulu Lu glanced at her exhausted childhood friend and murmured softly to herself,

“Did I… go a little too far?”

A trace of guilt flickered within her—just a hint of remorse for Lily Liu.

But she quickly pushed the feeling aside.

Sure, forcing her childhood friend to endure being left alone all night was harsh. Yet as a yandere in role, regret served no purpose.

It was merely punishment for Lily’s own reckless words.

*She* misbehaved first. Lulu acted out of deep love—to make Lily understand: obey, and never speak words that hurt or angered her again.

No guilt. No self-blame.

What’s done is done. She’d see this through thoroughly, joyfully, in true yandere fashion.

As the thought settled, her role-play score ticked upward—surpassing 90%.

Last night’s control over Lily, the acts performed… all had surged her score. Now, just one step from 100%—and the first chance to save.

Watching the rising number, Lulu gained new clarity.

A yandere rarely regrets. Even if love wounds, it’s rationalized in the name of “love.”

And yandere love is obsessive, twisted. Like Lulu’s for Lily—relentless until total possession is achieved. Every extreme act? All in service of a “beautiful future” and claiming Lily completely.

No wonder the saying rings true: *Cherish life—stay far from yanderes.*

Lulu tucked the insight away. Humming lightly, she skipped toward the kitchen, eager to cook Lily’s favorite breakfast.

She’d never felt this happy. To her, preparing breakfast was love—just like the kidnapping, the punishment.

A yandere’s love isn’t only cruelty. Twisted? Yes. But genuine. Lulu loved Lily deeply, willing to give her the very best.

Like this omurice.

She whisked eggs with a pinch of cornstarch and salt. Heated the pan, wiped excess oil, poured the mixture slowly. When the omelette turned golden, she nestled fried rice in the center, folded the edges swiftly, slid it onto a plate, and drew a perfect red heart with ketchup.

A satisfied smile touched her lips.

Years of living alone made her skilled—especially with Lily’s beloved omurice, crafted perfectly from memory. Takeout? Just laziness. Prep felt tedious.

Holding the omurice made with love and a glass of warmed milk, Lulu headed to Lily’s room.

She hoped—*ached*—for Lily’s praise. Yet knew it unlikely. Would Lily even eat it?

Unbidden, memory surfaced:

*Pre-reincarnation Lulu, playing a yandere galgame, would’ve chosen the “honest” path—refuse the meal, scorn the affection—and trigger a bad ending.*

Not this time. She’d be gentle. Lenient. Even if Lily resisted.

It didn’t clash with being a possessive yandere. Lily was already hers. Kindness now only proved her love.

Halfway there—she froze.

*Wait. Is Lily still sleeping?*

Didn’t matter. Wake her.

Letting the lovingly made omurice go cold? Unthinkable.

She pushed the door open, expecting slumber.

Instead—Lily stood by the bed, panicked eyes locking with hers.

She’d been rubbing the rope (tied between handcuffs and bed frame) against the nightstand’s corner. Sweat beaded her flushed face.

Lulu had bought the rope from an adult toy store—flimsy, a half-hearted precaution. Only cuffing Lily’s hands behind her back made escape nearly impossible.

Lily flinched at the intrusion, trembling, staring blankly.

“Hey, Lily…”

Lulu’s joy vanished—replaced by cold disappointment, sharp anger.

“Were you… trying to leave me?”

Silence.

Lily looked utterly drained. Only sheer will kept her upright.

Caught. Her eyes flooded with sorrow. Head bowed, body slumped to the floor. Eyes shut tight.

After last night’s punishment over mere words… she braced for fury. Couldn’t even imagine the pain.

Tears traced silent paths down her cheeks. *How could my closest person do this?* A nightmare with no end.

But the storm never came.

A gentle wipe brushed her cheek. Lily opened her eyes.

Lulu dabbed her tears with a handkerchief.

“Lily,” she said, voice firm yet soft, “I can forgive you.”

“On one condition: eat the breakfast I made. Then rest.”

Lily blinked, stunned. After seconds, a hoarse whisper:

“How… can I eat like this?”

“Silly.” Lulu smiled tenderly. “I’ll feed you.”