Mygo, are you all yanderes?

Undoubtedly, her life has been very smooth, and she has never experienced any setbacks. However, perhaps because she is in her adolescence, a time of high spirits and youthful exuberance, she is not very satisfied with her current life.

Indeed, this kind of life is quite good, and for some people it is an ideal state that they dream of. She knows this, but this kind of life is a bit too bland for her.

Every day is like a normal student: going to school, coming home, occasionally having something to do, but most of the time I spend aimlessly wandering around with my friends, and sometimes I have to worry about my studies.

Just like NPCs in a game who say the same lines and follow the same routes, their daily lives are uneventful, and in the end they become just another ordinary person, one of countless ordinary people in society.

She didn't want her life to remain so mundane, but she was constantly troubled by the lack of change.

But recently, she encountered an opportunity for change.

That day, she was simply accompanying a friend to go shopping in Shimokitazawa. Unexpectedly, after just a casual glance, she couldn't take her eyes off it anymore.

It was just an ordinary band playing ordinary songs on the street, which didn't seem like a rare occurrence in Shimokitazawa.

But not for Kita Ikuyo; she immediately spotted the cool girl in the band playing an instrument that resembled a guitar.

She was as beautiful and flawless as a flower on a high mountain, and as cold and penetrating as the snow in Hokkaido. Just one glance from those indifferent eyes was enough to stir one's heart, and the musical instrument in her hand seemed to be striking her heart.

Kita Ikuyo felt an urge at that moment—she wanted to play music too.

It wasn't just the music that captivated her, nor was it simply the girl's striking appearance that attracted her—though appearance certainly played a part, as she did appreciate androgynous style—but the key point was that she seemed to sense a 'change' about the girl.

This is exactly what she wanted: to be different, to change, to be extraordinary.

With this in mind, Kita Ikuyo made a bold decision for herself—she wanted to form a band with that girl.

Bands were practically the least likely to lead her astray, and also the most rebellious and exciting activity she could get into. And supposedly, it was the era of some so-called "big girl bands" right now.

Even in places like Xiuhua, people are starting to bring musical instruments to school. I heard there's a hardcore musician in the next class who brings all sorts of heavy-looking merchandise to school every day.

However, if you want to form a band, you must have the relevant skills, so Kita Ikuyo took a gamble and borrowed two years' worth of allowance from her father to buy an expensive 'guitar'.

This was also her first musical instrument.

To fulfill her own desires, she went to Shimokitazawa alone again today, hoping to run into the blue-haired musician she had seen before.

She was indeed lucky; she happened to run into her squatting on the ground looking for something, and learned her name—Yamada Ryo.

It seems that Ryo Yamada left her original band and is planning to form a new one. According to her, the number of members in this new band is not very large, and they happen to be short of a guitarist, so Ikuyo Kita joined without much effort.

Afterwards, Yamada Ryo took her to a relatively dark live house, saying he wanted to meet the band's remaining drummer.

When she first saw the dark atmosphere of the live house, she thought the remaining person was the kind of stereotypical rock musician who smokes, drinks, and gets into fights with the audience when he gets excited. At the very least, he was a landmine.

Fortunately, the moment Kita Ikuyo saw him in person, she felt relieved.

Her name is Ijichi Nijika, and she is a completely different character from the one you get from the live house. She is a very gentle and caring person.

Then came the trouble I mentioned earlier—although she joined the band very smoothly, she couldn't play the guitar at all.

On a musical level, she's a complete novice. She knows absolutely nothing about music theory, playing techniques, or chords. The only redeeming quality is that her singing is passable because of her good vocal range.

Ever since she bought the guitar, she has been practicing it every day, even turning down invitations from her friends to play.

Unfortunately, no matter what she did or how she learned, the guitar she bought couldn't produce the crisp harmonies seen in the videos; it only produced a dull, bouncy tone.

This was a real blow to her confidence. Did she really not know how to learn guitar? But she'd already made that boast, and she couldn't just tell those two, "Haha, I'm so sorry, I can't play guitar, I was just kidding."

How could anyone say such a thing? Temple

Of course, the other two members of the band didn't seem to be in a hurry for the performance either, or rather, Yamada Ryo was intentionally dragging out the band's show. Sugi

She had plenty of time; at least enough time to learn what chords were—she hoped so. (Umbrella)

Volume 1: Chapter 111 (Chapter 109) There's a Ghost (2k)

Ding dong.

Looking at the gate of Kusano Akira's house, Nagasaki Motoyo, who had arrived alone, nervously rang the doorbell. Her right hand secretly slipped into her pocket and twirled until she grasped the can of pepper spray, which made her feel a little more at ease.

After dropping the others off at home, she didn't waste a moment and headed straight for her own home.

She couldn't wait to know the whole story, so she decided to have a good talk with Kusano Akira tonight.

However, as a frail woman who lives alone year-round, she still has a basic sense of self-protection and safety. Since she took the initiative to come to Kusano Akira's territory, she must take all necessary self-protection measures.

Otherwise, what if a man and a woman are alone in a room, and one of them doesn't have a good conversation, and the other suddenly gets angry? Although he doesn't seem like the type to act impulsively, it's always good to be cautious.

So she made a point of bringing the pepper spray she had bought but never used with her, which gave her the courage to come alone.

Moreover, this was her first time visiting a boy's home, and for whatever reason, her heart was pounding with nervousness.

After she rang the doorbell, the door opened automatically not long after. Nagasaki Motoyo patted her chest, put on her usual gentle smile again, and mustered her courage to walk inside.

"Ming-sang...?"

Upon entering, Kusano Akira was not standing at the entrance as she had expected. Rather, there was nothing in front of her, and everything she could see was extremely hazy under the cover of night.

Thick darkness, like ink, filled the empty living room, with only a few scattered neon lights leaking in through the half-open window, which seemed to have been torn open.

Nagasaki Motoyo cautiously walked inside, clutching the hem of her clothes. Her shoes rustled against the doormat, a sound clearly audible in the eerily quiet room.

She stopped at the living room door and cautiously peeked inside.

"Ming-san, are you there...?"

Nagasaki Motoyo instinctively took a few steps back, her fingertips gripping the slightly cold door frame tightly. Her Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and her flaxen hair swayed gently as her body trembled with tension.

That's not right. If Kusano Akira was going to open the door for her, he would definitely be at the doorway. Why couldn't she see anyone when she came in? Did he go back into the room after opening the door? But given the size of this house, there's no way he could have gone back in time.

And why aren't the lights on? Isn't that very inconvenient?

A sudden, muffled thud as something heavy fell to the ground came from afar, startling Nagasaki Motoyo so much that she immediately turned her gaze to that spot, her legs trembling uncontrollably.

Before she could even react to what was happening, a faint, weak cry for help came from there, standing out starkly in the deathly silence.

The girl's soft voice seemed to be mixed with pain, carrying an unspeakable fear, and the last syllable even had a sob in it, as if she were experiencing inhuman torture.

"Su Shi, save me..."

How could Nagasaki Motoyo not recognize that voice? The owner of that voice was talking to her just this evening.

Why am I in so much pain now? Did she really leave with Kusano Akira after the group disbanded? Was Kusano Akira even worse than she thought? Otherwise, why would she have called for help?

Nagasaki Motoyo didn't want to think about these things; she only felt an indescribable anger.

Ignoring the fact that it was impolite to enter someone else's home without changing into indoor shoes, Nagasaki Motoyo gripped the pepper spray in her hand and rushed in that direction without hesitation.

"Let go of Xiao Mu!"

Running to the end of the sound, Nagasaki Motoyo mustered her courage, pushed open the door, raised the pepper spray in her hand, and angrily shouted inside.

However, to her surprise, Wakaba Mutsu and Kusano Akira, who were supposed to be here, were not. The small room contained only a wooden cabinet and a small bed, and nothing but silent air.

"...Huh? Where is everyone...?"

Nagasaki Motoyo carefully took two steps inside, her arm outstretched, as if pointing a gun at a criminal, surveying everything in the room.

Concentrating on being alert to whether anyone was hiding around her, she completely failed to notice the taut rope beneath her feet. With a gasp, she tripped and fell to the ground.

"ah!"

Just as she fell, a loud noise suddenly rang out, and the door that she had pushed open suddenly slammed shut, locking itself with a click.

"How is this going……"

Nagasaki Motoyo struggled to get up and noticed the suddenly closed door. A chill ran down her spine and up her neck.

She rushed forward in a panic and tugged at the door, only to find that the door wouldn't budge. In this secluded room, even the faint neon light had been completely cut off.

"Su Shi..."

If Ye Mu's voice suddenly seemed to play directly in her mind, the weak tone gradually rose, and the sharp noise stimulated her delicate eardrums, almost causing her to have a splitting headache.

Nagasaki Motoyo stiffened her neck and turned to look at the suddenly heavy shoulder, and that one look made her pupils contract sharply.

A strange doll was perched on her shoulder, its hair, which seemed to glow with an eerie green light, became even more distorted in the darkness, and its blood-red pupils seemed to be shedding tears of blood, almost dripping onto Nagasaki Motoyo's clean clothes.

Its mouth stretched out like a tear towards its ears, and its tattered clothes swayed gently. When it saw Nagasaki Motoyo looking at it, the corners of its mouth became even more exaggerated.

"Su Shi... save me!"

A sharp, explosive sound shattered in their ears. The doll clung tightly to Nagasaki Motoyo's shoulders, its voice becoming shrill and piercing, like a blackboard being cut by a sharp weapon.

Nagasaki Motoyo froze on the spot, staring blankly at the doll in front of her, blinking her eyes twice.

"?"

Mortis tilted his head, and seeing that the other party did not react, he mischievously said something else.

"I hate it so much!"

"Have……"

Nagasaki Motoyo finally reacted a little. After muttering a couple of words, she took two deep breaths as if she had just realized what was happening.

"There's a ghost!!!"

Startled by the sudden, terrifying decibel, Mortis covered its ears in annoyance—even though its ears were actually just decorations and served no purpose whatsoever.

Nagasaki Motoyo grabbed Mortis and slammed it against the wall. Then she ran to the closed door and frantically pulled on the handle.

"Let me out!!!"

"Su Shi, I hate it so much~~~"

After being thrown off balance, Mortis crawled on all fours toward Nagasaki Motoyo, his tone sinister, though he was secretly laughing inside.

Volume 1: Chapter 112. This is also a kind of wall slam (2k)

When the doorbell rang, it initially thought that a thief had broken into Kusano Akira's house.

But then I thought, what thief would be so polite as to ring the doorbell? Besides, this is a high-end residential area with excellent security; such a situation is simply impossible.

That means it could only be someone Kusano Akira knew, and at this time, apart from Kusano Akira's relative and his original form, there was no one else who could have come here.

So it's its true form again? If that's the case, that's great, it can help again — with this thought in mind, Mortis hurriedly went to the door to see who it was.

Oh, it's Nagasaki Motoyo.

Mortis was somewhat disappointed to see that familiar flaxen color appear in the camera's view.

So it wasn't its true form after all. That makes no sense. I don't know what she's here for at this time, but she's definitely not coming to see Kusano Akira. I might as well not open the door for her.

However, it soon changed its decision.

Why is Nagasaki Motoyo coming to see Kusano Akira at this time? Could it be that she's back too? That would be really bad.

Nagasaki Motoyo has an unparalleled advantage in proximity to Kusano Akira, and the reason she hasn't been able to win her over in the past is not only due to Kusano Akira's own ideas, but also because of her own poor handling of the situation.

If it really is that future Nagasaki Motoyo who has returned, then that would be bad news for Mortis.

The future Nagasaki Motoyo's aggressiveness is completely incomparable to that of the ordinary high school girl she is now—ever since they joined forces to imprison Kusano Akira, Nagasaki Motoyo has insisted on confessing her feelings to Kusano Akira every day, until the end of everything.

Their perseverance, patience, and methods are all appalling.

If she really comes back, then she will either have to repeat what she did before, or wait alone, crying, to drink their wedding wine.

This is hell.

Of course, there is also the possibility that she has not returned yet. After all, there are so many butterfly effects this time. Although Nagasaki Motoyo and Kusano Akira had a bad relationship at this time last time, who knows what it is like now?

So, in the spirit of inquiry, Mortis decided to let her in to find out what kind of person she was.

So she deliberately set a trap and lured Nagasaki Motoyo into the house.

When Lu heard the familiar voice shout, "Let go of Xiao Mu!", Mortis felt genuinely happy.

It seems she hasn't come back yet, otherwise she would have said, "Mu, let go of Kaiming!" instead of "Let go of Mu!"

Samarium, that's great! The situation is instantly not so bad anymore.

But since we've already lured Nagasaki Motoyo into this, let's go all the way and go even further.

Fourth, it will eventually return to its own body, and it is very likely that it will leave here soon.

That would make it impossible to monitor Kusano Akira's house at all times. Although there is a way to install cameras, it is impossible to stop him in time.

So Xiao decided to start with Nagasaki Motoyo, whose house was the closest and the most threatening. Before she returned from the future, she decided to make her have a bad impression of Kusano Akira's house.

Shuo can confidently say that, given its current appearance, in such a dark environment, no girl would be unafraid of it.

Q's plan worked. Nagasaki Motoyo was completely terrified. She even lost her composure and frantically clung to the door like Tom seeing his cousin.

Honestly, she looks really scared. She didn't even realize the door was locked from the inside. But that's fine, maybe it'll be more effective to scare her like that.

She doesn't even know how to hold the doorknob; all she does is push the door. Isn't that just a waste of time? Surely she's not strong enough to knock the door down at this point.