These Dangerous Girls Placed Me Into Jeopardy-Chapter 28Vol 1. : She’s Got Split Personality

A soft moan brought me out of my frantic thoughts and dragged me back into reality.

What I saw was Lillian Ji with tears in her eyes, head turned weakly to the side, her fingertip pressed between her lips, her shoulders trembling slightly.

“Cheng-kun, it’s too soon... I-I’m not mentally prepared yet...”

No!!!

I still refuse to believe this!

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This soft girl in front of me—you’re saying this is the same Lillian Ji!?

What kind of sick joke is this!?

What in the world happened—oh! I get it now!

Ahhh, of course! This is all an act! That vicious woman must be putting on a performance—pretending to be the perfect, gentle girl to seduce me. Then she’ll rip off the mask and plunge me into despair!

Yeah, that must be it. She’s probably watching me fall for it like a lovesick fool, laughing behind the scenes, loving every second of it!

(Lillian Ji in my mind: upgraded to Little Devil mode)

If that’s how it is... then fine. I’ll play along.

You want a scene? Hmph—then let’s act. I’ll let you taste the charm of a mature (emotionally) man!

I casually placed my hand against the wall, striking the legendary kabe-don pose. Then, I pinched her chin with my right hand and forced her to face me.

At this extremely close range, even our breathing felt ragged and heavy. Our hot breaths mingled, lips almost brushing. The atmosphere turned hazy and steamy.

I was nervous inside, sure—but I did a great job hiding it. Not a trace on my face.

Next up—the playful smirk.

Problem was... I had no idea how to make a smirk like that. So I needed a template... right, I’ll just imitate the old Lillian Ji. Her smile always had that strange magnetic pull.

But in the end, I couldn’t mimic it at all. What came out was something half-smiling, half-not. Hopefully it didn’t look too weird?

Then came the eye contact. I didn’t need to say anything just yet—just stare her down.

We locked eyes for a few seconds. And just like I predicted, Lillian Ji was the first to look away, blushing furiously.

Perfect!

Next step—follow her gaze, brush ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) my lips along her cheek, slide to her ear, lick her earlobe gently, and once she shudders, deliver the line:

“Don’t worry, my little kitten...”

Tone soft, but not too gentle. A hint of teasing. Keep the voice low, and when the line ends—gently blow a puff of air into her ear.

“Until you willingly say ‘I want it’... I won’t eat you.”

Ugh... gross...

I nearly couldn’t handle it myself after saying that.

All of this—the pose, the lines, the delivery—I’d learned from those shoujo manga in the library. They make up over half the manga collection there, including some pretty spicy stuff... I read all of them just out of boredom. Turned out to be unexpectedly interesting.

This whole “kabe-don + ear tease” combo? Learned it from one of those manga.

If Lillian Ji insists on acting like a stereotypical shoujo heroine, then I’ll play the bad boy love interest who conquers her!

Lillian’s face was still flushed. The red in her title seemed to fade a little... or maybe that was just the moon hiding behind the clouds?

“Thank you...”

“It’s nothing. Come on, let’s head to the library before you catch a cold.”

Putting on what I thought was a super gentle expression, I took off my school jacket and wrapped it around her waist. Then I held out my hand to her. She shyly nodded and placed her hand in mine.

Her steps were small and slow. Her right hand stayed still in mine, and her left hand gently tugged on my sleeve.

Everything about her was soft, delicate—she was practically made to stir up a man’s protective instincts.

If the old Lillian Ji was elegant and poised, then the current her was the definition of sweet and dainty.

Her pride and confidence had mostly vanished. But what was left wasn’t weakness or gloom—it was fragility.

How do I put it... this is probably what they mean by “the perfect wife-and-mother type” girlfriend.

For once, I was the one leading her—me, who’s always been dragged around by her since we met. This reversal felt like a farmer rising to become a landowner. The sense of accomplishment was overwhelming.

This girl... her acting chops are insane!

Who would've thought Lillian Ji had acting skills rivaling an award-winning actress? Does this girl even have weaknesses? She’s practically perfect. What kind of parenting creates someone like this?

...Well, I guess the whole necrophiliac + serial killer thing cancels all of that out.

Still holding her hand, I picked up her torn skirt and took her to the library.

She made a phone call saying her family would come pick her up. I didn’t know what trick she might pull next, so I kept probing her with questions.

To my surprise, she answered all of them obediently. So well-behaved it was scary.

She was so accommodating, I almost felt like she really was my girlfriend.

I even asked her three sizes as a joke, trying to piss her off and break the act—but she actually told me. And turned so red she was steaming.

It didn’t feel like acting at all. Could she really have changed?

Torn with doubt, I gulped and steadied my nerves.

“Lianbing.”

“Yes?”

“Can I... hug you?”

“...Mm.”

She actually said yes!

At that moment, I completely dropped my suspicions. If even that expression was fake, then there’s nothing left in this world worth believing in.

I dazedly walked over and hugged her from the front, doing it as gently as possible.

We had hugged earlier, sure. But for some reason, I was nervous this time. Maybe it was the intent? Back then it was just to carry her. Now... now what?

Why did I ask to hug her?

No time to think—the soft warmth in my arms flushed out all my thoughts.

It didn’t feel like when I touched Xinran. My heart was pounding. Is this what they call butterflies?

They say a girl’s skin is the softest thing in the world. Guess that’s true.

“Cheng-kun... I like you...”

This time, it felt completely different from every time she’d said it before. This “I like you” was filled with genuine emotion.

I didn’t respond. I just thought, if only I could hold her like this forever. And then that thought scared the hell out of me.

It was the first time I ever felt the desire to own someone. Is this what they call possessiveness?

But why her... why Lillian Ji... and yet, right now she was so soft, so gentle, so pure—like a little lamb.

If it’s this version of Lillian Ji... I want to hold her.

Time passed... I don’t know how long. Maybe it wasn’t long at all—it just felt like forever.

But I couldn’t just keep hugging her like this forever. Time to let go.

“Does... my body feel nice?”

That question jolted me with cold sweat. I opened my eyes—and right in front of me, Lillian Ji’s title was flickering wildly, then abruptly returned to a blacked-out state.

But this time, the blurred state didn’t last long.

In the next second, the familiar and terrifying title came into focus again:

[Necrophiliac Killer]

She’s back!

No doubt about it—this is the original Lillian Ji!

“Thanks for taking such good care of me, Cheng-kun.”

She gave me a gentle push, knocking me flat onto the ground, then sat on my diaphragm in a seiza-like pose, hands on my chest, her fingertips tracing my collarbone. She hadn’t even touched my throat, but I was already freezing up inside.

“What the hell... are you?!”

Emotions I could understand—but being able to control them? To make your title’s color change at will? That’s not possible! There’s no way a title would shift that easily!

“What am I?” she tilted her head. “Well... I’d say... I’ve fallen not just for your body, but for you as a person, too~ Hehehe~”

Why the hell are you still laughing!?

“Though I did make the conscious decision to accept those feelings that kept welling up, I didn’t expect them to shake my principles so hard in just two days. I’m losing control before I can even kill you.”

Lillian rubbed her temple, looking a bit pained.

“So now, I really, really want to kill you. But at the same time, this other thought keeps stopping me. Sometimes, it even takes over completely... how annoying, right?”

So that version of her with the title [Loving Girlfriend Type]... that was the personality where her feelings for me won out?

Turns out my original hunch was right—her brain really is broken!

Lillian Ji has developed a split personality!