Only after her sister left did Lulu Lu finally let out a sigh of relief.
Coming to her senses, she realized her back was completely soaked with nervous sweat.
To be honest, this so-called sister of hers was far more formidable than expected. As a true societal elite, Yanyan Lu utterly outmatched Lulu in both intellect and cunning. Lulu’s little schemes had nowhere to hide. Within a single day, Yanyan uncovered everything—except the basement secret.
Yet after this brief interaction, Lulu sensed Yanyan wasn’t unkind. Though her expression and tone stayed icy cold, her words carried unexpected warmth—even indulgence. During their talks, Lulu clearly felt Yanyan’s tolerance, almost to the point of spoiling her.
Even learning Lulu had caused a ruckus at home—dragging classmates into SM yuri play—Yanyan didn’t rage. She simply warned: “Don’t involve classmates. If you want thrills, call me.” How Lulu misbehaved didn’t matter, so long as it didn’t escalate to parental calls.
Yanyan’s anger stemmed only from the parental report disrupting her research—and Lulu hiding things until it blew up. Not from Lulu trying to take that forbidden step early, buying adult toys, or playing with friends.
*This so-called sister… truly peculiar.*
Lulu murmured inwardly. Especially her focus—nothing like Lulu imagined.
Slumping onto the sofa, Lulu felt utterly relaxed yet strangely lightheaded, as if floating in a dream.
*Was… everything over?*
*Did I really bluff past the police and Sister?*
She never expected her half-hearted plan to succeed so smoothly. Despite setbacks, she’d held firm, perfectly playing the grieving-girlfriend role. If acting had scores? Full marks. *Not bad for a natural talent,* she thought smugly.
But relaxed Lulu missed one detail: her “possessive yandere” performance meter remained stubbornly stuck at 99%. No new save point existed—the latest was still from before last night’s “tofu-grinding” session with Lily Liu.
After a short rest, Lulu sprang up, energy restored. Time to visit her beloved.
Humming cheerfully, she dashed toward the basement, triggered the mechanism, and stepped inside.
There sat Lily Liu—squatting by a basin, attending to, well… basic human needs.
Hearing Lulu enter, Lily turned. Their eyes met.
Awkward silence.
“…”
Lulu had zero interest in watching that. She glanced away. “Ahem… Bad timing?”
“No, Lulu—you’re *perfectly* on time.” Lily’s voice dripped with grievance. “You brought a basin… but no toilet paper.”
*Right.* Morning rush. Lulu scratched her head, flustered. “Ahaha… My bad! Wait one sec—I’ll grab it!”
Ten minutes later.
Lulu tidied the basement, made cup noodles for Lily, then sat beside her, chin in hands, watching her eat. A warm, indescribable joy swelled in her chest. *Just seeing Lily slurp noodles happily… makes every struggle worth it.*
Up close, Lily seemed spirited—eating with gusto, manga flipped through, all morning snacks gone. Lulu knew Lily was pragmatic and resilient; one day locked underground wouldn’t break her. Still, after Lily finished, she asked gently:
“How was it? Comfortable? Happy? Miss me?”
“Lulu…” Lily avoided the questions. “Did teachers or parents… find out?” Her eyes held desperate hope.
Lulu knew what she meant. Smiling slightly: “Nope~ Homeroom teacher called police, but the officer just asked two questions and left~”
“…”
Lily’s gaze dropped. Hope shattered into hollow emptiness. “I see.”
Then she lifted her chin—voice trembling yet coquettish, reckless urgency blazing:
“Then… Lulu, let’s do something fun~”
Without waiting, she began undressing.
*Eighth grade… and already this eager?*
As a yandere, Lulu couldn’t yield. Childhood friend drew the sword? She’d meet it. *Narrow road—brave one wins.*
This time, she fought to be on top.
Tragically… she failed.
*Why?!* After kidnapping Lily, locking her underground… why was *she* the one (censored) into meowing like a kitten?!
This defied all logic! *Damn this sensitive body. Damn this weird god.*
She cursed that god’s entire family—silently, repeatedly.
…
…
Three days of eerie calm followed.
Mornings: tend to Lily, then school. Afternoons: return to Lily—who seemed oddly addicted—to share “strange activities.”
So peaceful Lulu believed the disappearance incident had blown over.
But reality rarely obeys wishes.
Unbeknownst to Lulu… danger crept closer.
