These Dangerous Girls Placed Me Into Jeopardy-Chapter 27Vol 1. : Completely Confused

Wasn’t I dead?!

So why could I still think?

Was this that legendary near-death state? Or had I already separated from my body, out-of-body experience style? Or maybe... maybe it was all just a dream?

Did I... really die?

In this endless black void, I had no senses—only thought. If I stopped thinking, I could feel myself slipping away, dissolving.

But maybe... that wouldn’t be so bad either?

At Mom’s workplace, the funeral home, there’s a quote carved on the wall: “Death is the great equalizer, and also the great freedom.” (Hugo.)

I’d always known death would come someday. Just didn’t think it’d come so early for me.

Freedom, huh... Well, what good does it do to think about it now?

If I really was dead, then no matter how much I resisted, I’d still have to say goodbye to this world.

So I stopped thinking.

And then—my memories began to fade.

I started forgetting everything: my past, my experiences, the history that shaped me.

Eventually, I even forgot who I was.

And just like that... I died. Vanished. Lost my soul. Ceased to exist.

“No! Don’t die!”

Suddenly—a voice rippled through the stillness, breaking the dead calm of my thoughts.

Who? Whose voice is that?

“Please! Don’t die! Stay by my side!”

Her? Who is she?

Why is she calling for me...?

Suddenly, the consciousness that had been fading into nothingness found something to anchor itself to.

The feeling of my body returned. My lungs began working again. My heart resumed its beat. Oxygen flowed. My brain rebooted.

“Cough...”

I let out a weak cough and slowly opened my eyes.

I... I’m not dead?

Who brought me back?

Before I could finish the thought, I saw someone in my vision—someone I would never forget for as long as I live.

Lillian Ji.

The killer was right beside me!

Holy sh*t!

I jerked upright in a panic, shielding my head with both arms and backing away, peeking at Lillian Ji through my fingers.

Was she... the one who saved me?

No way—she’d just killed me, and now she brings me back?

What’s the point of this twisted back-and-forth?! Is this some kind of game to her?

So many questions with zero answers.

All I could do was sit there in a daze, utterly lost.

I rubbed my neck—I could still feel the lingering ache from where her thighs had choked me.

So I really had died... Or at the very least, I’d been unconscious.

But whatever happened while I was out must’ve made Lillian give up on finishing me off... And now I’d woken up.

Speaking of Lillian Ji—

I turned my gaze toward her.

“......”

She didn’t react to me at all. She just sat there, her face buried in her knees, hands cupped over her cheeks, shoulders shaking rhythmically.

Was she... crying?

What the hell?!

Is she crying because she’s sad I died? Or is it that she’s pissed off she didn’t succeed in killing me?

I couldn’t make sense of anything.

Maybe it was because I’d just had a literal brush with death. My brain still wasn’t functioning properly. I couldn’t analyze anything, or put the logic pieces together.

And then I noticed Lillian’s title.

【Love████】

【Lillian Ji】

Her title had changed!

Only the first character, “Love,” remained legible. All the others had been blacked out—like a corrupted file full of overlaid characters.

This was the first time I’d seen a title shift into some kind of unreadable state.

Had something changed in my [True Name Revelation] ability?

Or... Had something changed inside her?

What the hell happened while I was out?

I had no clue.

And not just the title itself—the color had changed too.

It wasn’t that creepy purple from before. Now it was pink... No, deeper than pink. More red than pink—rose pink.

Shinran and Keling’s titles had also been pink, but it was a light shade—like cherry blossom petals.

But Lillian’s title was bolder, more vivid. What’s the name for that color again...?

We studied it in junior high art class...

Rose red?

Something like that—anyway, it was definitely a blend of pink and red.

What the hell does that mean?

Could it be an act?

Lillian Ji could probably control her emotions well enough to change her title color and throw me off, so it’s not impossible that she’s fake-crying now to lure me in...

“......”

Anyway—first things first.

I needed to get out of here.

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Who cares what’s going on with her right now! I’m still alive! And Lillian Ji’s in some kind of standby state!

This is the perfect chance to run!

Leave! Go now! Get the hell out of this cursed building, take a hot shower, and sleep!

I was about to turn and bolt, but then I saw Lillian sitting there crying, and a wave of guilt hit me.

Tch... I knew I couldn’t just leave her like that...

Even though she literally just tried to kill me. Even though this could easily be a trap...

Like an idiot, I walked over to her.

She was still crying. Once I got close, I could hear her sniffles.

I patted her on the shoulder—no response.

So I slid my left arm under her knees and cupped the backs of her thighs, then wrapped my right arm around her shoulders and lifted her into a princess carry.

Lillian reacted just a little—she let go of her cheeks and grabbed my shirt.

Before I could get a good look at her face, she pressed it against my chest.

I felt the damp warmth soak through.

Yeah... she was really crying.

Not fake. Real tears.

Okay then... what on earth made Lillian Ji cry?

Don’t tell me she saw my ghost and got so scared she broke down crying?

...Yeah, even I don’t believe that.

As I held her like this, I suddenly thought of that fable—The Farmer and the Snake.

Let’s just hope this particular “beauty snake” doesn’t bite me the moment she recovers.

I still had the key to the library that Lily gave me.

Might as well head there first.

Unfortunately, unlike the science building, the general building wasn’t connected to the main classroom block. The first-floor doors were locked, and the windows had security bars.

Which meant the only way out was through a second-floor window.

Jumping out of a second-floor window while carrying someone was risky as hell. I could easily get injured.

But no way was I staying the night in this building with Lillian Ji.

God knows what else might happen in that time.

After confirming the bushes beneath the window in the school courtyard, I took a deep breath—then jumped!

I landed in the greenery.

Well—ass-first.

My butt and right leg sank into the flowerbed, getting tangled in little branches.

Good thing the landscaping cushioned the fall. Otherwise, I might’ve shattered my pelvis on the spot...

Hahah...

Even with all that shaking and crashing, Lillian didn’t really react. At least she’d stopped crying.

Since my butt was stuck in the flowerbed, getting out without using my hands was tricky.

So I hugged Lillian even tighter, wiggled my left leg, and violently expanded the destruction zone.

Finally, I made it to the edge and got one foot on solid ground.

By this point, my pants had torn in several places. I was covered in leaves. My legs were scratched up.

It was a complete disaster.

Yesterday, my uniform top got wrecked. Today, it’s the pants. What kind of cursed week was this?!

“Haaah...”

I sighed and, bracing on my left foot, yanked my right leg free from the flowerbed. ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) Then twisted my hips and planted it firmly on the ground.

Finally—out of the bush.

Rrrip~

Ah. That sound—fabric tearing.

Crap! Did I just rip my pants clean off?! Am I gonna end up running around bottomless?!

Wait. Something still felt snug down there...

So what the hell tore?

I turned around to look—hanging from the bush was... not my pants.

It was... a skirt.

Lillian Ji’s skirt.

“...Ugh.”

Oh crap. Oh crap oh crap oh crap!

This is bad!

I tore her skirt!!

Now her pale, dazzling, mile-long legs were exposed, along with her underwear, right in front of me.

I’m doomed.

Why does this kind of thing keep happening lately?!

Is it that stupid seduction magic circle embedded in my brain?! I don’t want this kind of deadly “fanservice” in my life!

As expected—Lillian couldn’t tolerate it anymore after losing her skirt.

She lifted her face off my chest. Eyes red. Cheeks flushed.

“......”

The atmosphere was strange. She didn’t look angry. She looked... embarrassed?

“Eeeek~”

A soft little yelp.

“Don’t look~ you perv~!”

She yanked down on her school jacket to cover her panties, but that only hid the little bow on the front, nothing more.

Something was definitely off about her reaction...

Cold wind blew past, clearing my head a little.

Lillian pressed one hand against her butt, rubbing her thighs together, face bright red.

“C-Cheng-kun... It’s cold... Will you cover me... please?”

My eyes nearly fell out of their sockets.

This... This can’t be the real Lillian Ji.

In that moment of shock, my brain short-circuited.

So I did something incredibly stupid:

I used my right hand to press her head against my shoulder. As if I could pretend none of this was happening, like that would somehow undo reality.

Then I took off sprinting toward the general building.

Her name floated just above my shoulder.

Hmm? The black censor blocks were gone?

I rushed to the nearest wall and stopped. Gently lowered her to the ground, loosened my hold on her head, and turned her face toward mine.

The censored, garbled title from earlier had stabilized again.

But instead of reappearing as 【Necrophiliac Killer】...

It now read:

【Boyfriend-Loving Girlfriend】

【Lillian Ji】

...

Boyfriend-loving... girlfriend?

...Huh?

Lillian clutched her face, blushing furiously down to her ears.

She didn’t dare look me in the eye. In the faintest voice, she mumbled—

“Uuu... Cheng-kun, you’re such a perv...”

So soft!

There’s no way... My girlfriend could be this soft!