Transmigrated as a Villain, Now I'm a Yandere Loli

Chapter 164: Chapter 164: The Yandere’s Love is Fatal

”Sento, I like you.”

”Okay, I accept.”

Sento grinned wickedly, just like when he later turned hostile and wanted to devour them both in the snow.

She didn’t even have time to react before she heard Haruko say again, ”Then Sento, can you come to my house?”

With a single word ”Okay,” the two of them, facing the twilight, took steps towards home.

Only Ichiko was left standing there blankly.

Lost and confused.

”No... that’s not right?”

”Why would Sento agree to Haruko? He clearly disliked Haruko when he talked to me before.”

”After all, Haruko confessed to Sento for my sake, right? She was bewitched by Misao, right? The goal was to make Sento stay away from me?”

”But why is she taking Sento home?”

”Isn’t that where only the two of us live!”

The completely different turn of events from her memory made Ichiko quickly follow suit.

She had expected that Haruko, who was only pretending to confess, would be at odds with Sento.

Who knew, Haruko was actually talking and laughing with Sento!

Holding hands behind their backs, they displayed sweet smiles.

And the possessiveness on Sento’s face grew stronger and stronger.

A ridiculous sense of crisis suddenly arose in Ichiko’s heart.

It was as if Haruko would really be snatched away by Sento.

That’s my Haruko!

Moreover, her impression of Sento had already been completely ruined by the big falling out in the snow.

She followed the two home, her heart pounding with anxiety all the way.

Ichiko watched as Sento stepped inside.

Then, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse!

She had expected that Sento would take her original place beside Haruko, but as soon as he entered, he was greeted by a knife!

Ichiko was all too familiar with this knife.

It was the knife kept at home for peeling fruit, and also the knife Haruko left in the bathroom at night.

With a ”Sizzle” sound.

Haruko had her back to Sento, white knife went in, red knife came out.

She stepped on Sento like a madwoman, just like that, one time, one time, one time, one time...

His entire face quickly became unrecognizable, and an eyeball splashed out with Haruko’s movements, rolling to Ichiko’s feet.

As if glaring at Ichiko with resentment.

Along with Haruko’s movements, phrase after phrase of repetition echoed in her ears.

”Ichiko is mine...”

”Ichiko is mine.”

”Ichiko is mine!”

Gradually, Ichiko could no longer hear Haruko’s voice. The highly impactful scene made her feel scared.

Fear even outweighed the nausea she felt upon seeing such a expanse of red.

After a long time, Haruko put Sento in the bottom compartment of the bottom three layers of the refrigerator, went into the bathroom to take a bath in the bathtub, and then came out with a naive and lovely smile.

The clean water in that bathtub was stained with traces of fresh red.

She repeated the process, coming before Inari, ”Inari, I like you!”

”Huh? Do you think this Young Master would fancy a short, stupid little shrimp like you? But seeing you invite me to your house like this, I’ll go with you, so others don’t say I’m not approachable.”

The scene that Sento suffered was replayed before Ichiko.

Perhaps Haruko had a better impression of Inari, this time she gave this sunny and proud big boy a quick death, without tormenting him.

She went to the bathroom to take another bath, and the bathtub became even redder.

Haruko: ”Shin, I like you!”

Shin calmly took off his shirt, and the four words ”Never love Tao” on his back were already glowing golden.

Then he was put into the refrigerator by Haruko, one compartment higher than Sento.

Three people in a row, all of whom had a good relationship with Ichiko at first, and were more or less ”liked” by Haruko.

As a transparent person, Ichiko couldn’t stop it either. She had long been too scared to speak.

Her sanity was dancing on a tightly stretched string.

But even though she was scared, the dream didn’t stop.

Yuri was easily tricked into coming home by Haruko.

Haruko was still sleeping, and as she slept, she slept forever.

Her friends, Teacher, everyone she had a decent relationship with, all drifted further and further away from her, even separated by life and death.

And when Haruko faced the dream-like Ichiko, she was still as sweet and well-behaved.

The clean water in the bathtub had long become incredibly red due to Haruko’s repeated cleanings.

Just like the bathtub full of red she saw when she came home tonight!

The difference was, there was no one lying there.

In the end, the dream-like Ichiko had no other friends left.

But she didn’t feel lost or lonely at all, because without friends, she still had her Haruko who loved her by her side.

Just as Ichiko had hoped, Haruko became well-behaved, adorable, didn’t cause trouble, and wouldn’t get jealous of anyone.

She never had another episode, enjoying every day of a happy life.

Until the end of the dream.

She stood watching from a distance, and the Haruko who had knifed countless people suddenly turned her head to look at her.

Raising a morbid and twisted smile.

”Ichiko, I like you!”

Fear pricked her back like needles, and Ichiko woke up in terror, the hair on her forehead already sticking together with sweat.

And she gasped for air, her perception of everything in the dream was so real.

Ichiko scanned everything in the room blankly.

Only after confirming that she was no longer in the dream did she lean weakly against the pillow.

It was not yet dawn.

But she dared not sleep again.

She just wrapped her head in the quilt, and one after another, ”I’m sorry” gradually came from under the covers.

She understood that the Haruko in the dream was the complete form of the yandere.

Haruko was still lying in the Hospital bed, as if she had entrusted the dream to her.

—I like you, no matter in the past or now, I like you.

—But why don’t you want me anymore?

—Why? Why? Why? Why?

”I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry...”

The repeated answers were just psychological comfort.

Weariness flooded her body until Akina knocked on the door from outside.

Ichiko looked at her with disheveled hair, ”Miss Qian, is there something you need?”

Akina was holding a quilt and yawned, ”You really couldn’t sleep, could you? Just now, a person named Yuri said she was your roommate and rang the doorbell in the middle of the night, saying she wanted to give you this thing.”

Akina threw it, and a sachet with an Orange pattern was thrown onto the bed.

”Your roommate said you might sleep better with this.” Akina looked at Ichiko again, hesitated, and didn’t say anything more, ”Also, don’t think too much, go to bed early.”

With that, she closed the door.

It was only 4 a.m., and the winter night was longer than usual.

Ichiko stared blankly at the sachet, then quickly picked it up and held it to her chest.

She then buried her nose in the sachet, as if grasping a life-saving straw, greedily inhaling the scent of the sachet.

”Haruko...”

Tears, again, rolled down Ichiko’s cheeks.

She finally understood why the scent of the sachet had always felt familiar, smelled good, and she liked it.

Isn’t this sachet the scent of Haruko?

It was exactly the same.

The person she was afraid of was Haruko.

But in the end, the person who supported her was also Haruko.

How ridiculous.

Ichiko gave a self-mocking smile, and the hand clutching the sachet never relaxed.

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