The Yandere Little Devil

His mind raced, wondering how to reload his save as the seconds ticked by.

The leather restraints around his wrists were incredibly coarse. Fang Qi had only struggled a few times, yet his skin already burned with a stinging pain.

He hissed through his teeth, glaring at the silver-haired girl kneeling by the bed, trying to use logic to persuade her first:

Liguang! Whatever the case, let me go first! What is the point of keeping me tied up like this?!

Liguang simply tilted her head, her silver hair sliding to one side with the movement.

She rested her chin on her hand, her heterochromatic eyes blinking, a cloyingly sweet smile plastered on her face. It was the expression of someone who had completely dropped their mask, showing unhidden possessiveness and joy.

I can not do that, Master.

Her voice was soft, yet it carried an unwavering resolve: Liguang already said that if I let you go, Master will try to run away again.

She even stood up and sat on the edge of the bed, her petite rear resting against his arm, swinging her fair legs back and forth. Her pale blue skirt fluttered, and her little plastic star earrings swayed along with her—a smug little expression that screamed, I am not letting go, what are you going to do about it?

Fang Qi was speechless.

Where the hell would I run?! He was so frustrated he felt like he might cough up blood. This is a basement! Where could I go?! Just untie me and let us... let us talk this through properly, okay?

That will not work.

Liguang's smile grew even sweeter.

She stood up and walked to the bedside, her cool fingers lightly tapping the red marks on Fang Qi's wrists: Liguang is a wanted person now; there is nowhere else for me to go...

Her fingertips lingered on the reddened skin. Her touch was gentle, but her eyes shone with a terrifying intensity: So... Master should just stay here quietly and keep Liguang company, okay?

Keep you company my foot!

Fang Qi twisted his wrists violently, trying to shake off her touch, but it only caused the rough straps to sink deeper into his flesh.

A sharp sting followed, and he could not help but hiss.

Looking down, a small patch of skin on his left inner wrist had actually been rubbed raw, oozing thin beads of blood.

Ah... The smile on Liguang's face froze instantly.

She leaned down close, her eyes fixed on the tiny wound. Tears of distress welled up in her amber eye, while the data stream in her red eye flickered erratically for a moment.

Master... you are bleeding.

Her voice dropped low, trembling with genuine emotion.

In the next second, she lowered her head without hesitation, her soft, warm lips pressing against the wound.

She carefully licked the bleeding skin, her touch cool and moist.

Fang Qi froze, the hair on his arms standing on end!

What... what are you doing!

He tried to pull his hand away, but he was still bound tight, and Liguang gripped him firmly to prevent his wrist from rubbing against the strap again.

The silver-haired girl looked up, a faint trace of blood on her lips.

She frowned, her expression one of genuine heartache and regret: It is Liguang's fault... I hurt Master.

She turned and pulled a medical kit from the shadows in the corner, taking out disinfectant wipes and bandages.

Fang Qi's brow twitched.

That medical kit... in the No Escape ending, it was prepared to deal with the player's amputated limbs!

Fortunately, he had avoided the No Escape ending this time, so the kit would not be used for its original purpose... Damn... just thinking about it was terrifying!

While he was still reeling from the lingering fear, Liguang had already gently cleaned his wound and wrapped it in white bandages.

Throughout the process, she kept her lips pursed, her eyes as focused as if she were restoring the world's most precious antique.

Once finished, she cupped Fang Qi's hand and blew gently on the bandage:

Blow, blow... it does not hurt anymore.

Fang Qi: ...

Looking at her careful, devoted manner, and then thinking back to the cold gaze she had while holding that metal baseball bat... the contrast was enough to give someone a mental breakdown!

However, he realized that although Liguang had gone dark, she still seemed... open to communication?

Let us try!

Liguang, his tone softened, look, if you keep me tied up, I can not eat or drink, right?

Untie me first. I promise not to run. Let us eat something and have a real talk.

He looked at her with a sincere gaze.

Liguang blinked, seemingly considering it.

Then, she flashed an even brighter smile:

Is Master hungry? Liguang will go prepare something right away!

Then she turned and ran out!

It was as if she had not heard the first half of his sentence at all; she only heard that he wanted to eat something.

Fang Qi: ...

Wait, was that the point?!

The basement door slammed shut, making him jump.

Huh...? She just... just left me in the basement like this? Fang Qi was dumbfounded.

With Liguang gone, he quickly tried to break free!

But his limbs were tied too securely; there was no way to escape, and he only succeeded in making his wrists and ankles ache...

He gave up again, staring at the concrete ceiling in despair.

...It looked like he had no choice but to seek death.

He had to provoke Liguang into attacking him so he could trigger a reload.

Liguang returned quickly; she seemed to have already prepared dinner.

She brought a tray with a bowl of steaming, fragrant meat porridge and a small dish of refreshing pickles.

Fang Qi was indeed hungry. After everything that had happened since the afternoon, his stomach was empty.

The scent of the porridge wafted over, and his stomach let out an unfilial growl.

But he steeled his resolve...

He could not eat!

He had to provoke Liguang by refusing her food!

Liguang sat by the bed, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew on it carefully to cool it down, and held it to Fang Qi's lips: Master, say ah—

Fang Qi clamped his mouth shut and turned his head away.

Master?

Liguang's voice was still gentle, but a hint of confusion crept in.

I am not eating, Fang Qi squeezed out through his teeth.

I will not eat anything you made!

Liguang's hand paused.

She tilted her head, looking at Fang Qi's tightly shut lips and stubborn profile, the data stream in her red eye flashing steadily.

A few seconds later, she suddenly laughed softly.

There was a sense of understanding in that laugh, and even... a hint of pleasure?

Is Master throwing a tantrum with Liguang?

She pulled the spoon back, brought the bowl to her own face, and... took a large mouthful herself!

Before Fang Qi could react, her exquisite face suddenly closed in!

Those soft lips, carrying the warmth and aroma of the porridge, pressed against his without warning!

Mmph—?!

Fang Qi's eyes widened instantly!

He instinctively clenched his teeth, but Liguang's fingers pressed against his jaw joint at some point, giving it a gentle squeeze—

A numbing sensation hit him, and his jaw was forced open.

The warm porridge, tasting of rice and meat, was passed into his mouth.

Fang Qi was forced to swallow, completely stunned!

Liguang pulled back slightly, her lips glistening and her cheeks flushed with excitement.

She licked her lips, her eyes shining with a startling intensity. "Master, does it taste good?"

"You... you're insane!" Fang Qi's face turned a deep crimson. "Do you... do you even know what you're doing?!"

"Of course I do," Liguang chirped. She took another mouthful of porridge and leaned in once more, her voice muffled. "Feeding Master... time to eat..."

This time, Fang Qi didn't even have the strength to struggle. He was utterly dumbfounded by this madwoman's complete lack of shame. He recalled the kiss from the "Human Body Pillow" ending, and now this incredibly aggressive "feeding"...

Before her dark awakening, Liguang had been such a little sweetheart, the kind who would blush just from having her head patted. But now that she had snapped, this crazy woman had completely cast aside her modesty. All that was left was a raw, naked desire for possession and gratification.

As he was forced to swallow the second mouthful of porridge, Fang Qi felt his entire worldview collapsing.

This couldn't continue... it just couldn't!

He had to reload—now, immediately, this very second!