After the strange god finished speaking, as if worried Lulu might forget, it kindly imprinted a copy of the message directly into her mind.

Lulu carefully reread it. Only then did the brief time freeze—caused by the strange god—finally end.

Shaking off her daze, Lulu noticed Lily’s gaze held no expectation anymore. She’d clearly given up trying to persuade her with words.

This was undeniably a marker: the save point was set, cleanly separating this moment from what came before.

“Lulu, you’re such a fool… a hopeless fool,” Lily sighed.

“Lulu, I’m so tired… Just let me rest a bit.”

“Of course,” Lulu replied. “But first, Lily, you must drink this milk.”

“Haa… Don’t wanna. I’m dead tired. Just wanna sleep,” Lily mumbled, punctuating her words with repeated yawns.

Moments earlier, fueled by emotion, Lily had spoken at length. Now the adrenaline faded. Her already exhausted body was utterly spent—so drained she could fall asleep the second her eyes closed.

She hadn’t slept in over twenty-four hours. Tormented by that little toy all night.

She’d held on purely through sheer willpower and a faint hope Lulu might set her free.

Now that hope shattered, she accepted her captivity. No reason left to endure.

Lily’s dismissive tone displeased Lulu. She stepped closer, glass in hand.

“Nope. We’re still growing! Skip the milk, and you’ll turn into a ‘short carrot’!”

Lily snorted. “*You* should drink more milk, ‘short carrot’.”

Lulu pouted, flustered. “Hey! Who’re you calling ‘short carrot’? If you don’t drink it, I—I won’t let you sleep properly!”

“Fine, fine. Hand it over already, ‘short carrot’.” Exhausted beyond measure, Lily’s words grew unguarded. But Lulu didn’t mind the childhood friend’s teasing—as long as she agreed.

“Hehe~” A sly smile touched Lulu’s lips. She took a tiny sip of milk and leaned in.

*Perfect chance to try that famous mouth-to-mouth feeding scene from anime and novels.*

“Wait—Lulu, what are you doing?!” Lily jolted awake, shrinking back with a disgusted look. “Don’t come closer! Where’d you even learn this? Manga brain? It’s gross! *I’m* grossed out! Please, stop messing with me. Let me sleep.”

“…” Milk still in her mouth, Lulu couldn’t speak—but her resolve was absolute.

A top-tier yandere never surrenders control.

*You think you can refuse? This milk carries my love. Drink it. No choice.*

Driven by pure yandere instinct, Lulu ignored Lily’s protests. She gently pressed her onto the bed, cupped her cheeks, and closed the distance.

“…!!!” Lily’s eyes widened—then drooped in resigned acceptance.

She didn’t resist. Though discontent flickered in her gaze, she cooperated, swallowing the milk warmed by Lulu’s lips.

But it wasn’t over.

Lulu didn’t pull away. She kissed her—softly, tenderly.

Lily’s eyes widened again. Still no resistance. Only quiet, passive reciprocation.

After a long moment, Lulu reluctantly parted.

“…Satisfied now, Lulu?” Lily hummed lightly, trying to sound indifferent—but the blush on her cheeks betrayed her. “You can leave. Farther the better. Don’t disturb my sleep.”

Lulu shook her head. “Nope. After your earlier misbehavior? I can’t risk leaving you alone.”

“Ugh—what now? Lulu, please… Did you kidnap me just to torment me?”

“Of course not. Rest is coming. Just like this—”

Lulu unlocked the handcuffs binding Lily’s wrists behind her back, then resecured them in front. A small mercy.

Lulu saw the fleeting hope in Lily’s eyes—but no movement followed. Lily knew resistance was futile in her weakened state.

A flicker of disappointment crossed Lulu’s mind. *Too rational. No dramatic escape attempt… no chase… no “discipline.”*

Pity. That would’ve given her a perfect excuse.

“—And like this…” Lulu leaned against the headboard and gently guided Lily’s head onto her lap.

“A lap pillow? Lulu, you’ll get numb,” Lily said flatly.

“Compared to my love for you? Nothing at all. Rest easy, Lily~” Lulu murmured, stroking her hair.

“This isn’t smart. You *will* get numb,” Lily stated—but closed her eyes anyway. Soon, soft, cute snores filled the room.

Watching her childhood friend sleep peacefully on her lap, Lulu smiled sweetly.

*Bringing comfort to my beloved… pure joy.*

But the smile didn’t last.

…

Truth was, Lily was right.

Legs under a lap pillow *do* go numb. Not just numb—agonizing. To protect Lily’s rest, Lulu stayed perfectly still. Minutes stretched. A crawling sensation spread. Thighs lost feeling → ached → tingled → burned. Every second, pure torment.

Yet she didn’t move. Didn’t wake her.

To do so would mean her love was weaker than physical pain. Impure. Unacceptable.

*Not for a yandere.*

Perhaps worn down by last night’s ordeal, Lily slept a full ten hours.

Lulu remained motionless the entire time—no phone, no distractions. Just gazing at Lily’s sleeping face, smiling through the ache.

Even in the most grueling moments, her smile never faded. Patiently waiting for her Sleeping Beauty to awaken.

And at last… she did.