After Everything Was Over

Lulu Lu had no idea how long it had been. For women, the afterglow faded fast—almost instantly. She and Lily Liu had scaled peaks of ecstasy again and again, until exhaustion finally stilled them.

Fingers laced tightly, they lay face to face on the narrow basement bed. A faint blush still warmed Lulu’s cheeks; her breath came in soft, uneven waves.

Sure, she’d shared intimate moments with Lily before. This taboo thrill wasn’t new.

But *this* time? Exceptionally intense. Lulu could barely straighten her back.

Was this the bonus of mutual affection?

Or had her past self simply never unlocked this body’s true potential?

She didn’t know.

All she knew was this: being a girl felt *incredibly* joyful—easily a hundred times happier than her life as a boy before transmigration.

“…Hey, Lulu,” Lily murmured beside her, “why are there so many strange plushies in this room?”

“Ah… long story,” Lulu replied, relaxed and unguarded.

“This was my dad’s room. He was a furry enthusiast—a plushie collector, really. Loved these fluffy half-human, half-beast stuffed animals. This hidden basement? His secret stash. Took me ages tracking his steps to finally find the entrance.”

Lily tilted her head. “Then… aren’t you worried he’ll come back from a trip and find someone down here?”

“Him? Hah, don’t be silly. He’s been gone eight years…”

The words slipped out before Lulu’s brain caught up.

Her relaxed eyes snapped wide. *Oh no.* She’d just accidentally revealed a secret buried for years.

“…Wait?” Lily froze, then locked eyes with Lulu, voice cautious. “Did you just say your father…?”

“…Yeah. Passed away. Car accident.” Lulu sighed softly.

Truth was, she never knew why her past self hid it—fear of being labeled “different,” worry Lily would pull away. But one thing was certain: she’d guarded this truth carefully. Until now.

“No need to hide it anymore.” Lulu’s tone stayed calm. “It’s not just Dad. Mom too. When I was six, they were driving home from work… a drunk driver hit them. They never came back. The last time I saw them? Two black-and-white photos on their coffins.”

“Car accident… at six?” Lily’s expression shifted. “Then who’s your guardian now?”

“My sister.” Lulu smiled faintly. “Don’t get ideas, Lily~ She visits once a month, has no clue this basement exists, and the soundproofing? Top-notch. So… no escape for you.”

“Idiot.”

“Huh?”

“Idiot. Fool. *Big* idiot.” Lily’s voice trembled slightly. “Why tell me *now*? Didn’t you say we’re best friends?”

Lulu stayed silent. *Not my fault,* she thought. *Blame the original Lulu—the one before transmigration.*

“…Lulu, I know.” Lily suddenly pulled her close. “I know you carried so much pain alone. You can tell me *anything*. Because we’re lovers who cherish each other, right?”

*Is she scoring points?* Lulu felt the gesture was slightly calculated—very Lily.

Yet…

Her eyes welled up.

No one had comforted her like this since her parents died. *Never.*

Her late grandmother just patted her head, murmured “it’ll be okay,” and handed her money for sweets. Money couldn’t heal a child’s grief. Lulu only forced smiles and saved the cash quietly.

Her sister, Yanyan Lu? A cold presence. Didn’t shed a tear at the funeral. Every time Lulu mentioned their parents, Yanyan’s look screamed, *“Why dwell on them?”* followed by icy lectures: *“Move on. Look forward.”*

Growing up, Lulu handled everything alone. No shoulder to lean on. No voice to trust. She gritted her teeth and swallowed every hurt.

She had only herself.

Outwardly cheerful, seemingly ordinary—only Lulu knew she was a child starved for love.

That emptiness shaped her into a yandere: pouring a hundredfold of missing love onto her beloved, terrified of losing them too. A strange retaliation against fate. Or compensation for a broken past.

Lulu didn’t hold back. She nestled into Lily’s arms and sobbed softly.

But slowly… the corners of her mouth curved upward.

A happy smile.

The smile of a girl finally comforted by the one she loves.