Tokyo Soft Rice King.

Once inside the haunted house, Akira Kuroba began to stroll leisurely.

Because he designed the script, the mechanisms, and even the little puzzles, it was like having a wind spirit and a moon shadow, allowing for a smooth and uneventful journey.

Arrive directly at the most important location in the entire haunted house, which is the wedding hall, where there is a handmade coffin containing the bride's 'corpse'.

Originally, this was supposed to be a scene where the bride comes back to life, but Akira Kuroba deduced that the class president was probably hiding in the coffin, preparing to scare him.

Kuroba Akira decided to turn the tables and scare the squad leader instead, so he tiptoed to the coffin.

When they got to the coffin, there was no one there.

is empty!

Huh? Where's the class monitor? Seriously, why isn't there even a doll?

Wow, so are you playing hide-and-seek with me in the haunted house?

Just as Kuroba Akira was about to go elsewhere to look for the class monitor, he suddenly felt someone push him from behind, and his body fell forward onto the coffin.

Kuroba Akira hurriedly got up and turned around, trying to grab the prisoner who pushed him, but was instead tackled into the coffin by the prisoner.

"Whoa! The class monitor?!"

"..."

Anri Hitomi did not respond to him, but continued her actions, hugging Kuroba Akira's body and wrapping her legs around him, so that the two of them could be 'fully embedded' into the coffin.

The coffin wasn't a proper coffin; it was just a handmade coffin made by the students from wooden planks, so it was very small, barely big enough for one person to lie down in.

If there are two people, they can only squeeze in by lying on their side, and even then it is still very crowded. They have to cross their legs, not to mention other places, where they are completely pressed against each other.

Under the dim and eerie red light, Kuroba Akira could only see the class monitor's eyes because the distance was too close.

It's a distance where noses meet, so close that even the other person's breath reaches your mouth, and you can kiss by just lifting your chin slightly.

In the haunted house at the school's cultural festival, I lay in a coffin with the class monitor, and we could feel each other's heartbeats and breathing...

What an extraordinary experience...

But these are the precious memories that will stay with you for a lifetime.

"class……"

"Isn't this a very important occasion?"

Kuroba Akira immediately understood what the class monitor meant. He had previously said that he preferred to call him class monitor, and would only use his name when something important happened or in a more formal setting.

So what the class monitor was actually saying was, "Don't call me class monitor, just call me by my name."

"Hmm...Tong..."

Although he couldn't see her mouth, Kuroba Akira felt that the class monitor must have been smiling with satisfaction.

"Hey, wise ruler... did you know? I heard that when a husband and wife are buried together, they're buried in one coffin like this?"

What? You want to be buried with me too?

In the past, Kuroba Akira would probably have said something like this as a joke.

But today's class monitor gave off a different vibe; there was a sense that he was... dangerous.

She's like a woman having a yandere episode, preparing to carry out a bloody plan.

Therefore, Kuroba Akira didn't dare to provoke the class monitor, as he didn't know if the class monitor was really 'sick'.

At this point, all one can do is offer some meaningless and irrelevant remarks, completely oblivious to the nuances of the situation.

"It's rare to do that nowadays, cremation is more common. In our area, the custom is to scatter the ashes of a husband and wife in the same place, in the same river."

"Oh...that sounds romantic...if the person you like has died, you can hold their ashes and jump into the river."

"..."

Kuroba Akira swallowed hard. At such close range, the class monitor, who was face to face with him, must have heard it too, and his heart was probably racing.

It wasn't because I was attracted to her, but because I was nervous.

Something's not right... The class monitor's behavior... is very strange!

"For those who couldn't be together in life, being able to be together in death is a decent ending... What do you think, wise ruler?"

"I think... it's a bit extreme. Love isn't everything in life, especially a love that has no future."

"But I've heard that loving someone to the extreme means being willing to die with that person, or even being willing to die for that person. Do you understand that feeling, my lord?"

"I don't quite understand... or rather, I can't comprehend it, since I'm the type who would choose to live no matter what..."

"Yes, because you, Myeongjun, don't treat anyone as your 'only one'... and your life isn't just about love."

Her breath grew increasingly hot, and the heaving of her chest made Kuroba Akira feel a deformed pressure. At the same time, he felt a cold touch on his neck. It was the hands that were holding his neck, wrapping something like a metal chain around his neck in his blind spot.

"Actually, I don't understand either, so... I want to know."

"I want to know if that kind of love that lasts until death... is really that beautiful."

"So, wise ruler... will you accompany me to my death?"

After saying that, Anri Hitomi crossed her arms around Kuroba Akira's neck and tightened them. Kuroba Akira felt the cold metallic touch around his neck, which then became tighter and tighter... so tight that it was almost leaving marks, so tight that he could hardly breathe...!

"Hitomi...!"

Kuroba Akira was truly terrified. He excitedly called out her name, only to receive a cold yet loving response.

"After you... I will go with you... So, my lord, go in peace."

Wait, why is this happening?!

How did it suddenly turn into a death ending?!

Where exactly was the flag set up?! Why did the class president suddenly become a yandere?!

Before yesterday... or rather, in the morning, everything was fine, wasn't it?

Please... give me another chance... this time I definitely won't...!

"……puff……"

Someone couldn't hold it in any longer, and a slight drool appeared on their face as they laughed.

"Hahahaha! I can't take it anymore... Mingjun, your eyes... are filled with fear... hehehe..."

"……what?"

Kuroba Akira was completely bewildered, while Anri Hitomi asked smugly.

"How was it? Were you frightened, wise ruler?"

"..."

"How was it? Did I act it out well? A woman who can't have the man she loves kills him in despair, and then wants to die with him... Isn't that terrifying?"

"Ha, haha...it really is terrifying..."

I was terrified! It was all an act. Come to think of it, our class monitor is quite skilled at acting... but this time it really didn't seem like acting; the emotions were so realistic.

"I know that ordinary scaring methods won't scare you, since you planned the whole haunted house, so I came up with this trick on the spot... and it worked really well!"

Even the class monitor can be so mischievous... Kuroba Akira breathed a sigh of relief, thankfully the class monitor wasn't serious.

What is that metallic feel on the neck?

Kuroba Akira wanted to get up to check, but it was a bit difficult to get up when she was squeezed together with the class monitor, so she said to her.

"Now that the part that startled me is over, shouldn't you get up a bit, class monitor? Aren't you afraid something might really happen?"

"What kind of accident? You mean...this kind?"

As she spoke, Anri Hitomi brought the distance between their lips to zero, a fleeting touch that was almost instantaneous.

Kuroba Akira's eyes widened in astonishment, and his heart raced again, but this time it was truly because he was moved.

She really kissed him!

My first kiss, gone just like that?

That's all?

what?

"Hmm... it won't really matter if we run into each other."

"Uh……"

"Look, look."

He kissed her several more times as he spoke.

Their lips, already moist from each other's breath, felt even warmer from the repeated contact.

"class……?!"

"Call me Tong."

"Uh... Tong..."

"So what if we run into each other? Do you hate me, my lord?"

"No... how could I possibly hate it?"

“I don’t dislike you, wise ruler, so there’s no problem.”

"That's not how it's calculated..."

"I said there's no problem, and there's no problem... Is this your first kiss, Myeongjun?"

"Of course..."

"Me too, but you don't have to treat this as your first kiss, you can just treat it as an accident."

"That's impossible..."

"If this is a first kiss, isn't it a bit too ordinary?"

"what?"

Suddenly, Anri Hitomi hugged Hei Yuming's body and turned half over, pressing him under her.

Dressed in a red wedding gown, Anri Hitomi leaned down, her hands supporting her on either side of his head. Her loose hair obscured Kuroba Akira's vision, allowing him to see only her face.