Being kidnapped and brought home by Lulu Lu wasn’t actually that terrifying in itself.

Lily Liu knew Lulu Lu wasn’t particularly meticulous. Acting purely on impulse, she always left little loopholes—spot just one or two, and escape might be possible.

But if Lulu Lu had suddenly undergone a "super evolution," patching every weakness? That changed everything.

What Lily Liu now faced had escalated from fragile glass to a thick concrete wall—one that might have flaws, yet remained utterly unbreakable by her frail strength.

She could only conclude: this Lulu Lu was no longer the impulsive girl she once knew.

Smarter. More observant. Even catching tiny hints that Lily Liu’s submission wasn’t genuine.

Lily Liu didn’t know why Lulu Lu had changed so drastically. But paired with her current situation, the bitter truth settled in—escaping was nearly impossible.

She sighed inwardly and made a difficult choice.

If escape was futile… why not truly let go? Just lie flat and surrender.

Stop chasing escape routes. Pin hope solely on the school or parents discovering Lulu Lu’s actions.

*Maybe it’ll blow up by Monday,* Lily Liu thought, clinging to fragile optimism.

Until then, she’d obey quietly—earning the "lover’s" tender care.

The methods Lulu Lu used before haunted her. She absolutely, *positively* never wanted to feel them again.

When the future’s door slammed shut, Lulu Lu would keep picking the lock, switching tactics endlessly.

Lily Liu? After a few tries, she’d quietly walk away—cutting her losses.

Because since childhood, her world had been brutally pragmatic.

Argue with her younger brother? Scolded, no matter the reason—so she yielded.

Tear her only school uniform during PE? No replacement. She learned to mend clothes with needle and thread, or face humiliation before the whole class.

She’d long noticed Lulu Lu’s feelings—and deeply reciprocated them. But her parents would never approve. She couldn’t attend the same high school or university as Lulu Lu. So she rejected the confession.

Stories like these filled her life.

Reality taught her pragmatism. Life wasn’t gentle or cruel—it was a muddy path of unavoidable compromises, leading to a dull, predetermined future.

Sometimes, Lily Liu truly envied Lulu Lu. Her wild imagination. Her boldness. How she wasn’t shackled by reality… even envied her audacity to kidnap her.

*She… really is brave.*

To be with her forever, Lulu Lu recklessly abandoned a bright future and boldly brought her home.

This didn’t mean Lily Liu forgot the hurt. She remembered every detail. She would never forgive it.

Yet… she undeniably felt Lulu Lu’s love.

Mad. Twisted. Yet profoundly deep—like the unsettling smile on Lulu Lu’s lips when she cupped Lily Liu’s face. That smile was love’s rawest truth.

*If only this love… could truly exist…*

Just imagining it made Lily Liu dizzy.

Like a fairy tale: prince and princess love endlessly, for no reason. A happily-ever-after needing no reason.

But reason yanked her back.

*…No. Impossible.*

Reality was reality. Fairy tales were fiction. Even if love needed no reason, laws and rules certainly did.

Lulu Lu’s future had been sealed the moment she chose to kidnap her.

And from her blissful expression, she remained completely oblivious—still joyful, still falling, unknowingly, into the abyss.

Yet… even so.

Even so.

Gazing at Lulu Lu’s gently smiling face, Lily Liu’s conflicted emotions peaked.

*Until the end… let this be a dream.*

If it’s a dream, worries don’t matter.

Indulge, just once.

No more obsessing over the kidnapping. No more blaming.

Just here, in this tiny basement, savor love’s fleeting bliss with Lulu Lu.

Perhaps this was self-indulgence. Perhaps surrender.

But however brief—it would be a precious, unrepeatable moment.

"Hey… Lulu."

Lily Liu leaned close.

Lulu Lu blinked. "Hmm? What is it?"

A faint, enigmatic smile touched Lily Liu’s lips.

"Can we… kiss?"

Unnoticed, Lulu Lu’s role-play points silently peaked.

As Lulu Lu processed the sudden boldness, a new save file was already created.

Surprised but unflinching—*yandere* to the core—she murmured, "Of course. But Lily, you should think this through—"

Lily Liu cut her off, pressing her lips urgently against hers.

Lulu Lu reciprocated. Confused, yet happy. Kissing Lily Liu always felt good.

But soon, she sensed it—Lily Liu wanted more than a kiss.

Movement followed movement.

Clothes shed, tossed aside. Lily Liu’s lay atop Lulu Lu’s—mirroring their positions.

No moonlight filled the basement.

Only the soft, rosy blush glowing on two girls’ faces—the room’s sole, shimmering light.