These Dangerous Girls Placed Me Into Jeopardy-Chapter 26Vol 1. .5: The Chaos of the [Necrophiliac Killer]

I haven’t even claimed him yet, and I’m already so giddy I can’t stop smiling. Just this game of life-and-death tag between us makes me laugh without meaning to.

It’s been so, so long since I’ve felt this moved...

A corpse—a form that transcends death and leads to decay... the transition from life to death. The bond that connects both realms. The shell that remains after death.

The fusion of life and death... a true yin-yang balance... a liberation from filth into purity.

Back when I was a child and first witnessed “mass death,” I didn’t feel fear or sorrow. Instead, I felt a faint... thrill. And in that moment, I realized I held a unique affection for corpses—this lingering state of life.

But not just any corpse will do. I have my own aesthetic. I’m not like those freaks who get off on corpses.

Those pathetic weaklings are just societal rejects—twisted products of their own misery. People who were tormented in real life, unable to control the living, so they turned to the dead. Because only in death can they feel like gods. Corpses can’t refuse, can’t resist, can’t mock them.

In the end, they’re just mentally ill. And most of them even have olfactory disorders—fascinated by shit, blood, all sorts of filth.

Absolutely disgusting.

But me? I’m different from those filthy necrophile degenerates who only want sexual gratification from a corpse.

I have a keen sense of smell. I can distinguish each person’s unique scent.

Though, I suppose... in one way, I might be similar to them. When it comes to possessiveness and dominance.

Even though I just noticed him yesterday, I already can’t take my eyes off him today.

I [N O V E L I G H T] couldn’t sleep at all. All night, all I could do was think about him.

Eyes open, I thought of him.

Eyes closed, I thought of him.

Even in fleeting dreams, I thought of him...

I want him. I want him. I want him. I want him.

I want him. I want him. I want him. I want him.

I want him. I want him. I want him. I want him—

I want to hold him in my arms!

“Hehehe~”

Laughter slipped out. A hot wave surged through my lower belly. My mind blurred a little.

...Maybe I really am getting a little weird. The last shred of rationality inside me whispered that much.

I’m obsessing over An Juncheng too much.

My brain’s overstimulated. Every time I see him, I can’t help but get closer. My eyes always track him, watching his every move. And I never, ever get tired of it.

And whenever I see him troubled or hesitant because of me—Whenever his expression changes—I get so happy I could die~

Aiya, does that make me no different from Lan Hua?

Looks like I’m just another hardcore pervert (laughs).

Maybe it’s Juncheng’s strangeness at work—that abnormality he carries that makes people fall for him so easily.

What a sneaky little ability.

Because of that, I let my trump card—the photos—slip out too early. And I couldn’t suppress the urge. I attacked him on the very first day.

I had three whole days to savor it... but oh well.

In the end, it was only a matter of time. Even if he didn’t have that ability, I’d have fallen for him eventually.

So I didn’t resist these feelings. I accepted them—claimed them as mine.

Although... it seems this ability works on other people too. Not to mention Lan Hua, even Snowy Jiang appears to be affected.

I never expected someone as apathetic as her to actively approach Juncheng.

Which means—before anyone else falls for him... I’ll make him mine!

The killing impulse I can no longer suppress has long since taken shape inside me. Now I just need to find him—the one I can’t stop thinking about—and make sure he stays by my side forever.

Cheng-kun is mine. He belongs to me and no one else!

Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap...

Footsteps... I can’t hear them anymore.

I see... so he’s calmed down, huh?

“Cheng-kun~ Where are you~? Why are you hiding from me~?”

No response. Just as expected.

As expected of Cheng-kun—he quickly calmed down and made the wisest choice: hiding properly.

“Cheng-kun~ Come on out~ I won’t do anything to you~”

I kept walking as I spoke, trying to break his spirit with psychological pressure.

He probably thinks he’s hidden really well by now... But unfortunately for him, I’ve already memorized his scent.

“Cheng-kun~ You’re in here, right? I can smell you~”

Guided by that scent—like a predator lured by the aroma of a feast—I drifted dreamily through the corridor, arriving at the fourth floor of the science building.

I stopped in front of the men’s restroom on the left.

Hmm? Hiding in the bathroom again?

“Found~ you~.”

I stood in front of the second-to-last stall. I was sure he was in there.

A lock like this could be broken instantly, but I wanted to scare him first.

I jiggled the doorknob with about 30% strength.

Clank, clank-clank, clank-clank-clank-clank-clank-clank—CRACK.

Oops~

Broke it by accident. Ehehe~

I gently pushed the door open—no sign of Cheng-kun.

He’s probably crouched by the door like a little mouse, praying I don’t see him.

So cute~

Now I feel like teasing him even more~

Holding back my laughter, I composed myself, and put on an exaggerated “surprised” act.

“Ara? He’s not here after all~”

I stayed put for ten seconds—then quietly slipped away.

But instead of leaving, I entered the first stall with the door ajar. I paced in place to imitate fading footsteps.

I decided to ambush him here.

After a while, Cheng-kun must’ve thought it was safe—I heard soft footsteps as he tried to sneak out.

Just as he passed the first stall—I lunged.

“UWAA!”

Cheng-kun let out a cry as I tackled him to the floor.

Hehehe~ What an adorable reaction~

“Sloppy, Cheng-kun~ Did you think I left? Fufu, I knew you were in the third stall all along. I just wanted to surprise you, so I pretended I hadn’t found you~”

I expected panic, but he was unusually calm. Eyes focused—no trace of fear, even in the face of death.

“Um... my name’s An Juncheng. Could you please stop saying it wrong?”

“Ara, that’s what I love about you, Cheng-kun~ Even when you know what’s coming next, you stay calm. Fufu~ I’m falling for you even more~”

Ugh, ugh, ugh~

Why are you so cute?! It makes me want to kiss you~

“Ahh, Cheng-kun... this is my one and only wish...”

I clasped my fingers over my chest—not in prayer, but as a vow.

If there’s a way to make someone belong to me forever, it’s this—

I’ll kill him myself.

I’ll be the one to take his life.

I’ll be the one to receive his death.

I’ll be the one to possess his body.

I’ll be the one to embrace everything that he is!

I’ll offer my first kill to him. So I can exchange it for a love that never ends.

“Please! Die for me!”

I straddled him, reached for his throat.

Cheng-kun immediately gripped my hands, fingers interlaced—like lovers holding hands.

Come to think of it, even if our relationship is fake, I am technically his girlfriend.

We never even went on a proper date. Even our lunch flirting got interrupted...

It feels... kind of regrettable.

Huh? Regret?

Am I... regretting that he’s about to die?

That train of thought was interrupted by his struggling arms. Cheng-kun bared his teeth and pushed against me with everything he had.

It hurt.

Why?

My chest ached.

Why?

“Why... why, Cheng-kun? Why are you... resisting me?”

“...Cough... I mean, I think anyone would resist if someone was trying to strangle them...”

I see... So that’s how you see it...

Well... yeah. That’s normal, I guess...

...But I won’t accept that!

I want Cheng-kun to understand me. I want him to willingly accept the death I offer him. I want him to gladly become my corpse.

Tears welled up in my eyes. My voice trembled with emotion.

“That’s because I love you! I adore you! Why can’t you understand that?!”

“You just love my corpse, don’t you?!”

That sentence—like an arrow—pierced straight through me. It left me speechless.

No... that’s not true!

I don’t just love your corpse!

...Wait. Is that not true?

Then what do I...?

Confusion.

And then—instinct took over. My possessiveness seized control of my mind.

“Cheng-kun... I’ll love you with all my heart. I’ll hold you as I fall asleep every night. I’ll be with you—body and soul—even after you’re just bones. So please... be with me forever!”

“...If... the price for that... wasn’t death... I think I’d gladly say yes...”

I began applying more force.

Ignoring his feelings—

Obsessed only with killing him.

Killing him.

Killing him and making him mine.

No!

I can’t kill him!

I don’t want a silent, motionless Cheng-kun!

That sudden resistance inside me made me loosen my grip on his left hand.

Thank goodness I caught myself—I quickly seized both his wrists again and pulled him close.

There, there~ That’s right~ Just hold him tight~ Rub my cheek against his chest~

Mmm!

What... is this...?

Have my feelings for him gotten so out of control?

I should be longing for his death. For his corpse!

I’m supposed to give my first kill to him!

Maybe it’s my obsession with corpses acting up, but I managed to suppress those strange feelings again, locking him in a triangle choke.

If I apply more pressure now... Cheng-kun will die. He’ll become my most treasured collectible.

“Ahh... mmgh... Don’t struggle, Cheng-kun~

It’ll be over soon...”

Ugh~ This is so embarrassing!

I accidentally pressed his face into that place...

Umm...

Girls shouldn’t let people touch that area so casually...

Eh?! What’s this shame I’m feeling?! Ahh, my face is so hot... my stomach’s on fire... What’s this sensation... between my thighs...?

It’s a bit wet... I couldn’t help but press my legs together.

“GAAAHHHHHHH!”

Ack!

Crap!

I’m still choking him!

No—don’t die! I still want to go on a date with you tomorrow!

...Huh?

A date?

Why did I think that...?

Am I really...?

Wasn’t I trying to kill him?

Why is that even a question now?

Blank.

Suddenly, all the strength left my body. I released my legs and backed away.

Cheng-kun lay on the floor, completely limp and silent. He wasn’t moving.

“Cheng... Cheng-kun?”

A mixture of panic and anticipation made me reach out to check for signs of life.

No breathing...

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No heartbeat...

He was dead...

Dead...

He’d become a corpse.

Suddenly, I was overwhelmed by a massive, crushing fear.

The realization of what losing An Juncheng truly meant to me... Made me regret it from the depths of my soul.

An unbearable pressure crashed down. My blood ran cold. My breath seized. It was like a knife plunged into my chest, tearing my insides apart.

“No! Don’t die!”

Tears spilled down. I began sobbing uncontrollably.

Salty tears ran to my lips, but I didn’t wipe them away.

“Please! Don’t die! Stay with me! Stay with me!”

I pressed against his chest. I breathed air into his lungs.

I did everything I could to bring him back. To drag his soul back into his body.

Cough...

It worked!

He came back!

He came back!

He was no longer a corpse...

But before the joy could even last a few seconds, a deep sense of loss bloomed in my chest.

I... I’d done something unbelievably foolish.

...Ahh, I see now...

I hadn’t realized... Just how deep my feelings for An Juncheng had grown.

Hehehehehe...

I really am...

Such a hopeless fool.

So then... which will I choose?

“......”

I couldn’t give up either one.

This hesitation, this emotional tug-of-war, this split self born from irreconcilable desires.

All I knew was that this person meant everything to me.

Whether alive or dead, corpse or living being, I could no longer live without him.

And in that chaos... a twisted love bloomed like a flower in the snow.