Back to the Very Beginning

Lulu Lu opened her eyes to utter darkness.

In the dead of night, inside the school dorm, she let out a soft sigh.

Though the past lingered vividly in memory, this was undeniably a fresh start.

Besides, she couldn’t access previous save files anyway.

[“If you restart from scratch, you won’t be able to load prior saves until a new normal ending is reached.”]

Before the reset, the strange god had warned her:

[“Think of each restart as planting a brand-new story tree. While walking one branch, you can’t jump to another’s save point. Only after completing a path here can you return to a junction on another tree.”]

Still, Lulu Lu had no desire to revisit old saves.

Having chosen to begin anew, she carried a clearer, more mature plan.

This run wasn’t about chasing a “perfect ending.”

She saw it as a stepping stone—testing theories, gathering intel, refining her approach.

She held zero expectations for the outcome. Go with the flow. A normal ending would be nice; failure? No big deal. Worst case: restart. Perfect ending? Not even on the list.

This time, she’d do one crucial thing: learn from her older sister.

Lulu Lu sensed kidnapping Lily Liu was flawed from the start—not just the near-impossible task of bypassing police and school, but also her sister’s clear disapproval.

Hiding it from all three? Practically impossible.

Last time, Yanyan Lu had said: *“If you’d told me earlier, I would’ve helped you win her.”*

What methods would her sharp-witted sister actually use?

Unlike Lulu Lu, who only knew “kidnap and bring home,” Yanyan Lu operated on another level.

This timeline’s Yanyan Lu wouldn’t remember saying that—but Lulu Lu didn’t care.

*You said it, sister. Even if you don’t recall, I’ll treat it as gospel.*

After all, every version of her dear sister loved her deeply.

All she needed was to declare her unwavering intent to marry Lily Liu. If words failed? Act cute. Pout. Whine. Cry, throw a tantrum, threaten drastic measures—*something* would sway Yanyan Lu.

A spark reignited in Lulu Lu’s chest.

Who said a possessive yandere *had* to kidnap their love?

The god’s goal was clear: *“Completely possess Lily Liu.”*

Any method achieving that end was valid. Smart. Efficient.

She’d watch how her dear sister handled it—and steal every useful trick.

This time… let’s see if breakthroughs await.

***

Next morning.

Same school cafeteria.

Same side-by-side seats.

Gazing at Lily Liu—still innocent, untouched by past trials—Lulu Lu’s tangled emotions stilled into quiet peace.

No matter the pain, sorrow, despair, or rage from prior saves…

Just seeing Lily’s face flooded her with pure joy.

And just as naturally, the urge to possess her completely stirred deep within.

*Hold her.*

*Kiss her.*

*Do all sorts of delightful things with her.*

Desire surged, hot and restless.

*Is this the body’s memory?*

*Or after countless cycles… has loving Lily truly been carved into my soul?*

“You still mad?”

As Lulu Lu’s thoughts swirled, Lily Liu asked—*again*.

“Mad. But it doesn’t change that I still like you.”

Calm. Firm. Unshaken.

“Then… we’re still friends, right?”

“Of course. But I’d rather you be my girlfriend, Lily.” Lulu Lu smiled like it was obvious.

Lily froze. A blush bloomed across her cheeks. “You dummy, Lulu! What nonsense—people are watching!”

This Lily hadn’t even kissed her yet. No shared meals, no casual kisses—just a flustered girl book-smart about love but utterly inexperienced.

“I’m not joking.” Lulu Lu’s smile softened. “You rejected me. I won’t give up. One day, we’ll be together forever—lovers who never part.”

“I—I like someone else!”

“Ling Lingling? Lily… your eyes are lying.”

Before Lily could react, Lulu Lu set down her chopsticks, took her left hand, and kissed it.

Bold? Yes. But just a hand kiss—onlookers would chalk it up to playful best-friend antics.

For Lily? Earth-shattering.

Lulu’s boldness shattered her expectations. And though she’d never admit it… a strange, sweet flutter bloomed in her chest.

*As if… she liked it.*

Lulu Lu watched Lily’s flustered face with quiet delight. *Rare to tease her like this.* In past saves, *she* was always the one pinned down, blushing.

“Oh dear~ Even your ears are red, Lily. Still saying you don’t like me?”

Two seconds of silence—then Lily swatted her hand away, voice rising:

“You jerk! You got oil all over my hand!”

Heads turned. Whispers followed.

Crimson-faced, Lily grabbed her tray and fled. “Ugh! I’m never talking to you again!”

Lulu Lu stayed perfectly composed, flashing a playful grin at nearby students.

“Sorry, folks. My future wife’s just shy. Don’t mind us.”

A few warm chuckles rippled through the cafeteria.

Laughter. Light. Joy.

The air hummed with happy ease.