For some reason, Lily Liu’s resistance was especially fierce this time.
Lulu Lu didn’t take it seriously, lost in the sweet thrill of being a yandere—until Lily finally snapped and fought back.
"Ah!!!"
A sharp bite seared Lulu’s lip. She yelped instinctively and jerked away.
"Lily… you?!"
The sweet, metallic tang of blood bloomed on her lip. Lulu licked the sting, staring at her childhood friend in disbelief.
Only then did she notice: Lily was crying. Tears streamed down her face, her eyes blazing with hurt and fury.
"Lulu…"
Her voice trembled.
"How… how could you see me as an *object*?!"
The words struck a familiar chord. Lulu’s mind flashed back—the second attempt, Lily’s near-identical reaction to similar words.
She clearly hated being treated as property. Even if it was the truth, she refused to accept it.
A hot flush of irritation rose in Lulu. *I only spoke plainly—no lies, no exaggeration—so why this violent reaction? Even biting me?*
Why could Lily stay calm facing her kidnapping, even say she’d stay put… yet flare up now over a simple label?
Lulu knew Lily had pride—but at this point, couldn’t she see reality? Was dignity *that* sacred?
She’d negotiate with her kidnapper, yet reject the obvious truth of her situation? It made no sense.
Hadn’t she just been so rational?
Lips throbbing, Lulu forced her voice level:
"Isn’t it true? Right now, Lily, you’re *my* possession. I can do anything I want. Just accept reality."
"..."
"Lulu…"
After a silent beat, Lily whispered Lulu’s name. Through tear-filled eyes, she locked gazes, voice steady yet raw:
"I cannot accept that. Take it back. Apologize. I’m serious. This isn’t a joke."
Her tone, her stare—unshakably earnest.
It ignited Lulu’s defiance.
*Why demand an apology? Why so stubborn? Why not just obey?*
*If she’d just accept my love… just let me kiss her… nothing bad would happen. Why can’t she see?*
*How dare she speak so boldly now? What gives her the right to challenge me?!*
*Why… won’t she be good?*
As a yandere, Lulu had pride. Lily resisting the kiss—and biting back—had already stung. Now this insolence? Fury boiled over.
A yandere never apologizes. That’s the point.
"Lily, wake up! You’ve been *kidnapped* by me!"
With disciplined restraint, Lulu swallowed the urge to slap her. Instead, she pointed a finger down at her childhood friend, voice dripping condescension:
"Apologize? Impossible. You are *my* possession—now, forever, always."
"Drop the fantasy, Lily Liu. You’re my object. Obedience is your only choice."
Lily listened in silence. She wiped her tears with her sleeve.
Her face was shattered with sorrow, yet her eyes held quiet resolve.
She met Lulu’s gaze, voice calm, each word deliberate:
"From this moment on… Lulu… I no longer like you."
Then she closed her eyes.
At that instant, Lulu’s role-play score hit 100%.
Perfect performance. Critical condition met. A new save point unlocked.
Undeniably, the trigger was Lily’s total disillusionment—her love, extinguished.
The save registered. But Lulu felt no joy.
This meant: until she reached the "Normal" ending, every retry would begin *here*—
facing a captive Lily who no longer cared for her, walking a path almost certainly *not* a happy ending.
Regret flickered. Those words, that act—they’d followed the yandere instinct perfectly. But… was it *right*?
Lulu sighed inwardly. The consequence was set. She’d accept it. And begin again.
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…
Lulu never expected Lily’s reaction to cut so deep.
From this save onward, Lily ignored her completely.
Eyes hollow as a soulless doll, she’d sealed away every feeling.
No response to words or gestures. Meals were pushed aside after two bites.
Only when needing the restroom would she speak—in a glacial tone, using only "you," never "Lulu."
Lulu finally understood: calling Lily an "object" had detonated a landmine. Affection reset to zero. Maybe negative.
Guilt held her back one full day. But by Sunday afternoon, restlessness clawed at her.
Every silent glance from Lily screamed contempt. It infuriated her.
Yet this time, Lulu choked back the urge to punish. Tormenting a hollow doll held no appeal.
Besides—the new week loomed.
School pressure mounted. Her sick-leave plan was about to face its first real test.
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