"Come on, Lily, open up—ah~"

Lulu’s tone wasn’t harsh, yet carried quiet, unshakable certainty.

Lily Liu stared at the white pill in Lulu Lu’s hand. A chill of foreboding rose within her. Trembling, she whispered,

"What… what is this?"

Lulu answered without hesitation:

"A sleeping pill."

"No…"

Lily instantly understood. Terror flooded her eyes.

"Please, Lulu… I don’t want this. I’ll be good. I’ll go with you to Black Rose City—I promise I’ll behave the whole way. Please…"

"Don’t want it? Fine. You have two choices, Lily."

Lulu smiled, then brought over another item she’d bought—an oversized suitcase, just big enough to hold Lily.

"Would you prefer to take a nap inside…?"

She clicked the latch open, watching Lily’s face shift from fear to horror to utter despair.

"…Or stay awake and *experience* what it feels like inside your mother’s womb?"

"Lulu, please! I’ll obey—I’ll obey! Don’t do this to me…"

Lily’s legs buckled. She dropped to her knees, tears streaming as she begged:

"You said you loved me… I don’t want to go to that dangerous, strange place. Not at all. Let me stay. I’ll be your obedient pet forever—until I die. Please… *sob*…"

Lulu’s smile vanished.

She pressed her lips tight, silent for a heartbeat.

"Don’t say things like that. It won’t work."

"Do you really think I’d change a decision I’ve already made? How naive."

Anger flashed in her eyes. She shoved the pill firmly into Lily’s mouth.

"If you refuse again… I might think Lily’s *deliberately* disobeying me."

Trembling, Lily swallowed through tears.

Soon, the drug pulled her into deep sleep.

Lulu settled the slumbering girl onto her lap. She didn’t move. Just thought.

Her fingers gently traced Lily’s cheek—feeling the familiar warmth of her childhood friend. Her gaze softened.

Yes, Lulu rarely altered plans she’d carefully built. She’d even reloaded this save *just* to try the elopement route.

But seeing Lily kneel… hearing her tearful plea… she couldn’t ignore it. A storm churned deep inside.

It angered her. She’d expected smooth sailing. Yet her first instinct had been to *agree*—and she’d nearly done it. The realization shocked her. *Humiliating.*

She knew Lily’s words were rarely truthful. Sharp as a tack, she’d say anything to survive.

Still… unless you feel *nothing* for someone, how can your heart stay still?

A yandere’s love is obsessive—but not indifferent.

Precisely *because* she loves so fiercely does she act this way. Turning someone into a "possession" doesn’t mean erasing their humanity. Even as a pet, their wishes matter. A good owner listens.

*If Lily hates leaving this much… why force it?*

The thought clung stubbornly.

Lulu wrestled with herself—recalling preparations, past failures, ironclad resolve.

Then the image of Lily kneeling flashed again.

Everything shattered.

Her heart softened.

All that planning… undone by one plea.

Perhaps this *is* the yandere’s Achilles’ heel: love can be a blade… or a cage.

There was never any rule saying the plan *had* to be followed.

Lily Liu was the sun at the center of Lulu’s world. Every choice orbited her. Every action aimed for forever.

So if Lily begged not to go… they wouldn’t go.

Not because the plan was risky. Not because it might fail.

Simply because her beloved asked. And Lulu agreed.

A yandere’s affection *is* strangely whimsical.

(And yes—Lulu had backup plans. A basement option. A recent save point. Failure meant reloading. She’d done it before.)

After a quiet moment, she chose Plan Three: hide Lily in the basement.

The elopement route? Saved for another time.

When Lily awoke, she lay on a narrow single bed in an eerie room.

Fluffy, life-sized half-human, half-beast plushies crowded the space. Under the dim yellow glow, their stitched smiles felt haunting.

Lulu, noticing she was awake, smiled gently.

"Good evening, Lily."

"Don’t look so scared. I changed my mind. You’re still in my house."

Her voice softened further.

"Since you didn’t want to go… we won’t. Consider it a reward for being so obedient."

"Th-thank you… thank you, Lulu…"

Relief washed over Lily. Hesitantly, she asked:

"Then… where *is* this? I’ve never seen this room in your house before."

Lulu’s reply was calm, final:

"You don’t need to know. From now on… this is where Lily lives."