And in that very moment, Lulu Lu’s role-play value hit 100% again.

A new save file was created.

Without a doubt, Lily Liu’s total mental collapse marked this save point. Lulu had torn down Lily’s facade, compelled her to apologize for saying, “I don’t like you anymore,” and now Lily’s body and mind were slowly falling under Lulu’s control—shifting toward becoming an obedient plaything.

Ironically, it all began simply because Lulu got so absorbed in her “important matters” that she forgot about Lily.

As the new save file formed, a clinical term flickered in Lulu’s mind:

Stockholm Syndrome—also called hostage syndrome—a condition where a victim develops emotional attachment to their captor, even aiding them.

Of course, Lily and Lulu already shared deep affection. Lily had always liked Lulu. So this syndrome had firmer ground here, yielding entirely different results.

Still, Lulu remained cautiously skeptical. She didn’t fully believe Lily had truly become a docile pet at her mercy.

What if Lily was still acting? Her tearful obedience might just be a ploy to earn trust, lower Lulu’s guard, and escape further “punishment.”

She’d sacrifice dignity—but gain gentleness, better conditions…

And a chance to run.

Knowing Lily’s character, Lulu knew enduring hardship for future revenge was entirely possible. Lily wasn’t easily broken.

Even if she seemed surrendered now, her true thoughts remained hidden.

Yet, watching her childhood friend softly sobbing in her arms, Lulu felt genuine joy.

The one she loved was right here. Nothing felt better.

Lulu didn’t know what Lily truly thought.

But as a yandere who loved her deeply, she chose to believe Lily’s words—the promises of obedience, the declaration: “I love you too.”

Even with doubt lingering, she would believe.

Because Lily was Lulu’s most cherished person—the sweet poison she willingly drank, the sole reason she kept living.

Sometimes, a yandere’s logic was that simple.

*She says she loves me and will obey. So I’ll believe her—until she breaks that vow.*

And the price for betrayal would be severe. The deeper the love, the harsher the punishment.

But until then? Every word mattered. Not for reason. Only because *I love her*.

After a brief hesitation, Lulu made a bold move.

She pulled the handcuff key from her panties and removed every restraint from Lily.

Lily froze, eyes wide. “Lulu… what are you doing?”

“A reward for a well-behaved child,” Lulu said lightly, smiling as she extended her hand. “Lily, shall we bathe together?”

Lulu adored Lily in any state—but a clean, soft childhood friend was undeniably more comforting to hold.

(Not that Lulu had weird scent fetishes. Staying close didn’t mean she enjoyed unpleasant smells. And Lily surely longed for a proper wash.)

Without pause, Lily placed her hand in Lulu’s and nodded. “Mm.”

Hand in hand, they climbed to the villa’s second floor. A spacious bathroom awaited—fully equipped, with a massive tub big enough for three.

“Fill the tub with warm water first,” Lulu instructed. “Rinse off with the showerhead. I’ll tidy your room.”

She left without waiting for a reply.

Lulu dared this because of the save file. If things went wrong, she could reload—recent, low-cost.

But she also wanted to see Lily’s choice: obey… or escape?

A trick question. Lulu knew Lily likely wouldn’t run—but she craved the answer anyway.

Like lovers sending silly questions they already know the answer to—just to hear it spoken, and feel that strange warmth.

Lulu felt it too: nervous, excited, waiting for Lily’s reply.

Alone, Lily felt unmoored.

No restraints.

The bathroom door stood wide open. One step, and she could leave.

But this was surely a test. Escaping the room meant little if the house remained locked.

Getting caught? Consequences would be severe—more neglect, or worse.

Only a fool would run now.

Lily pinned hope on parents or teachers discovering everything.

Just survive the weekend. Lulu couldn’t hide this forever.

Then… it would end.

So Lily followed orders. Filled the tub. Undressed. Let warm water wash over her.

This was the most comfort she’d felt since the “kidnapping.”

Watching the red marks on her wrists, feeling the water flow, she slowly calmed.

Memories replayed like a silent film.

*This was all Lulu’s design.*

The neglect, the abandonment—a calculated scheme to break her, mold her into a “possession.”

Regret flickered. She’d been so uncomposed… said such shamefully submissive things.

Then—Lulu’s voice echoed:

*“My love for you remains unchanged, eternal like a diamond.”*

What a forced metaphor.

Diamonds are just carbon. Their “eternity” crumbles before time.

Like this farce—it would end in tragedy.

*But…*

Recalling Lulu’s expression, a blush crept onto Lily’s cheeks.

Why did her heart flutter at those words?