There is a limit to what people can endure.
The more suppressed one is, the harder it is to think.
Just like a drowning person, once they touch that one straw, they will cling to it desperately, even if they cannot surface, they will hold onto the last hope and try to drag the straw into the water.
Having spent about two days setting up such an environment, the straw that Haruko left behind was naturally something that could make Ichiko completely change her view and become infatuated.
Girls are such creatures.
Delicate, tender, soft, sweet, like the most beautiful creations in the world, incredibly enticing.
Previously, Haruko's punishments were not few.
But Ichiko resisted with all her heart, her mind completely elsewhere.
Confusion, disgust, even though the sensation was good, Ichiko's subconscious would seal off that feeling; her heart was like an iron door, completely shut.
In that kind of environment, how could she feel Haruko's wonderfulness?
But now, she had actively opened the door to her heart.
Unable to endure the loneliness of being alone.
Unable to endure the day after day Reincarnation (cycle).
When she realized that no matter what, food was unpalatable, even more disgusting than excrement, that kind of reaction would occur.
As long as there is hope, people will not collapse.
What's more...
That was the female lead!
The White Moonlight, with her own halo.
If she could collapse so easily, how could she be the only perfect existence in the novel?
Haruko's index finger was still touching her lips, and as she waited for Ichiko to act, her smile gradually became expectant.
Even she herself hadn't noticed that her originally calm crimson eyes had unknowingly become bewitching.
Her complexion had a touch of unnatural flush, as if intoxicated.
And this change was extremely obvious in Ichiko's eyes.
In the past, she would be afraid, she would be scared, she would think about how to soothe Haruko's emotions and make her change from her yandere state back to the normal, cute Haruko.
But now, in her eyes, there was only the thin cherry blossom color on that fingertip.
That was the only sweetness different from food.
Taking a step forward, Ichiko reached out and pulled Haruko.
Closing her eyes.
Her movements were greedy yet clumsy.
...
After who knows how long, when reason returned to her mind, she met Haruko's satisfied smile.
Her eyes were captivated, "Do you like it?"
Ichiko's throat choked up, unable to speak.
Her gaze was somewhat dull, as if she was too surprised by what she had done to comprehend it.
Haruko was not in a hurry, she slowly retreated to the door and brought in a bowl of rice.
Leaning close to Ichiko's ear, she lightly licked her earlobe, "I like it very much, Ichiko, this is a reward~"
A feeling like an electric shock came from her earlobe, making Ichiko quickly snap back to attention.
Looking up again, she found that Haruko had already gone out.
This was intentionally left for her to think.
Ichiko swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and after rehydrating, she felt her stomach rumbling with hunger.
She was afraid this rice would be just as unpalatable, just as a hybrid mix of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty, just as dark cuisine.
Forget it, it doesn't matter, if she doesn't eat, is she going to starve herself to death?
Ichiko smiled obscurely, scooped up a spoon, and took a light bite.
A normal rich aroma transmitted from her tongue, and a line of hot tears flowed down.
"The taste is... normal."
She devoured it without regard for her image.
It wasn't until the end that her eyes gradually regained clarity.
"Heh, a reward, huh..."
She couldn't help but think of the two answers Dr. Kaito had given her.
It was also the question she asked when she first met Dr. Kaito.
If she confirmed that Haruko was truly a yandere and couldn't solve it, what should she do?
Dr. Kaito had answered like this.
A: If you don't want to move to another city and want to completely get rid of her, it's best to send her to a mental hospital for strict supervision, just like how internet addiction schools treat internet addiction, using extreme methods for extreme people.
B: Since you can't resist, then try to enjoy it. A yandere's love is one of a kind!
Ichiko's eyes became complex.
She didn't like it.
But.
It didn't seem so annoying either.
And all her changes in expression were transmitted to Haruko's phone through a hidden camera in the room.
Seeing that her expression had recovered significantly and she was sitting there with her knees hugged, deep in thought, Haruko knew that her plan had succeeded.
The first step had succeeded.
"So great~"
Haruko licked her lips, dancing with excitement.
Normally, the System would have started complaining by now, but not hearing its voice made Haruko feel unaccustomed.
"Kai, how many emotional points are there in total?"
[1732]
In just two days, Ichiko alone provided so many emotional points!
It's simply a win-win!
"Usually you're quite chatty, but now you're not saying anything. Shouldn't you give some opinion on Ichiko?"
[I'm afraid if I say the wrong thing, you'll knife me]
"???"
You are my only golden finger, my assistant!
Why would you think that!
Haruko said, "But your acting skill is really useful. It's only intermediate level and it's already so powerful. I perform with ease. Shin didn't notice anything wrong last time, and Ichiko was completely fooled by me this time too."
[Tha... Thank you for the compliment]
Next, Haruko completely immersed herself in studying with Ichiko.
The usual food was still difficult to swallow; only when Ichiko actively sought it would Haruko give a reward.
Coupled with Haruko not interfering with Ichiko's sleep one night, allowing her to sleep for 8 hours, this female lead, who had almost collapsed, also recovered a lot of her usual composure and rationality.
It was as if she had completely gotten used to living as a patient.
Ichiko was still that radiating White Moonlight who treated her gently.
Just like that, two days passed.
Only the last day remained of Haruko's original three days.
A person disappearing from society for almost two days, even if Haruko tried to hide it, it was ultimately unavoidable for someone to notice something was wrong.
The rational and astute Shin was one of them.
After messaging several times, he decisively called Ichiko on the morning of the third day.
The familiar ringtone sounded outside the door, making Haruko, who was chatting with Ichiko, freeze for a moment.
Under the latter's astonished gaze, she slowly walked out, "Ichiko wait a moment, I'll go answer the phone for you."
It was only then that Ichiko belatedly realized something.
How many days had passed since the beginning?
For the first time, she felt the terrifying adaptability of humans.
And Haruko, after closing the door and picking up the phone, maintained a calm expression.
"Cough cough."
She lightly coughed twice and cleared her throat.
Voice mimicry skill, activated!
"Hello? Is that Shin?"
Haruko imitated Ichiko's tone, producing the exact same voice.
Last time Sento called, Haruko had also dealt with him using this voice.
Facing Shin, she became even calmer.
Hearing the voice, Shin seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and asked, "Ichiko, where are you now?"
Haruko calmly replied, "I'm at Haruko's house. She's sick, and I'm taking care of her."
Shin: "Really?"
Haruko: "Ah? Why do you ask that?"
Everything was logical and reasonable, even the counter-question in her reply was something Haruko had carefully studied.
However, after hearing this counter-question, Shin fell silent for a while.
More than 10 seconds later, Shin suddenly said, "Ichiko, I like you. Be my girlfriend."
Then, Haruko's disguise broke.
Her facade instantly shattered, a cold glint flashed in her crimson eyes, and she almost uncontrollably rasped in her original voice, "Try saying that again?!"
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