I save a pathological girl with a twisted love story.

"Chiho, are you going out to eat today?"

A girl asked in surprise.

"Hmm," Kirishima Chiho said, "Mom is going out with Dad today, so I don't need to practice the piano. She told me to go out in the sun to help with my physical development. I'm so sorry that I finally had a free day, but I can't have dinner with you all."

The girls all said, "It's okay, class monitor."

Kirishima Chiho gave an apologetic smile and then left.

Asahi Aoi rested her chin on her hand and looked at Kirishima Chiho, watching Kirishima Chiho's swaying crimson hair.

It felt a bit strange.

Something felt off; there was a rather discordant feeling.

But I can't quite put my finger on what's wrong.

"The class monitor is really cute."

Asahi Aoi said to the girl next to her.

She had already made friends here. The girl next to her was taken aback for a moment, then said, "Asahi, you're cute too."

Aoi couldn't help but smile. She said, "Has the class president always been this gentle and cute?"

"Yes, she's always been this gentle. Everyone has been helped by her in some way."

“That’s really remarkable,” Aoi said. “She’s so kind.”

After chatting for a few more minutes, Aoi Asahi, having found no information, could only suppress her suspicions.

"Why should I care about these things?"

"Something feels off."

"Is it because they're good at studying that I'm being wary of them? To prevent them from surpassing me in grades?"

Aoi pondered this in bewilderment, then helplessly suppressed her thoughts.

She needed to go to the library at noon.

She needed to be present because some classmates might be going to read books.

Kirishima Chiho went up the stairs to the rooftop.

It was still too hot here; only in the shade of the stairwell could one find a bit of coolness.

The girl turned a corner along the wall, but was startled by Xia Wuzhao standing in the corner.

He staggered backward into the sunlight.

She complained, "That's really scary, Natsumori."

Xia Wuzhao looked at her without saying a word.

The refusal was quite obvious; a normal person would probably choose to leave.

But the girl didn't leave. Instead, she said to him, "The sun is really hot today."

She raised her arm, and her fair skin seemed to glow in the sun.

Xia Wuzhao said to her, "So, what do you want to do?"

"Oh dear, Xia Wu, you're quite wary." The girl looked at Xia Wu with a sly smile. "I just think that not fulfilling your wish last night might not be so good."

"So, I've come to ask you if you regret it or not."

"Kirishima Chiho," Natsuki Kai calmly called her name.

"Ok?"

The girl smiled.

Do you think I would believe what a good student says?

Xia Wuzhao said this on purpose.

"Perhaps being a good student is just a facade?"

The girl laughed mischievously, "Perhaps, I really am a wanton girl?"

She twirled around, her crimson hair shimmering in the sunlight.

She pinched the hem of her skirt, tilted her head, and looked at Xia Wuzhao, saying, "Don't you want to see what's under your skirt?"

"I'd rather see what you look like after you slap your mother than what's under your skirt."

Xia Wuzhao sneered.

“That won’t do,” Kirishima Chiho said, puzzled. “My mother is very good to me; I would never do such a thing.”

"Then how about you don't ask me for the rope?"

Xia Wuzhao gave a calm reply.

"A rope?" Kirishima Chiho said, "It should be spider silk, right? Shakyamuni gave Gandha a lot of thin spider silk."

“Only in this way can Gandharva climb out of hell along the spider web.”

She chuckled, "You're mistaken, Xia Wu."

“Gandha asked for spider silk only to climb out of hell, and you asked for rope only to tie it around your own neck.”

Xia Wukai suddenly smiled at Kirishima Chiho, a smile that was sharp and cold.

"I told you, if you want to keep a low profile, you should practice your acting properly. At least don't rush things, okay?"

Chapter 97 That Heavy Love [Bonus Chapter for OuuuuI's Alliance Leader]

Kirishima Chiho's eyes widened slightly, seemingly surprised.

But she just laughed and said, "Are you saying I'm going to commit suicide? That's ridiculous. Why would I commit suicide?"

The girl smiled, her crimson eyes sparkling.

With her hair flying in the wind, she said, "Suicide is something only people from unhappy families do. My family is very, very happy."

“My mom takes meticulous care of me every day, and she won’t let me do even the smallest things.”

"Besides, my family is well-off. I don't lack money at all, so there's absolutely no reason for me to commit suicide."

The girl counted on her fingers, praising her family's good qualities.

"Oh? Is that really so?" Xia Wuzhao said, "If that's really the case, then why did you go to a place like that at night?"

"Because Dad will come back then, and that's a time when Mom and Dad can spend time together," the girl said with a smile. "Otherwise, I definitely wouldn't have time to come out."

"If you're trying to shift the focus, at least be more precise." Xia Wuzhao looked at the girl standing in the sunlight in front of her: "What I should be asking is why you were wearing those clothes before?"

"I think I've already answered that question," the girl said with a sly smile. "Because I'm a wanton child."

"Kirishima Chiho is a wild girl."

She tilted her head and said in a sweet, cloying voice, "Because Kirishima Chiho is a wanton girl, that's why she does those kinds of things at night. Wearing light, flowing clothes, she hides in some ruins."

"Are you really promiscuous?" Xia Wuzhao sneered. "If you were really promiscuous, you wouldn't be hiding in that place where no one can find you. Rather than promiscuity, it's more accurate to say that you're just admiring yourself."

"Heh heh." The girl chuckled. "Is that what you think?"

“Of course that’s what I think.” Xia Wuzhao looked at the girl. “Am I wrong?”

Kirishima Chiho said, "You're wrong, that's not what I meant."

Xia Wuzhao stared at her, a hint of mockery in her eyes.

The girl looked at Xia Wuzhao with confusion, seemingly quite puzzled.

"That's really ruthless."

She thought to herself, her pupils filled with joy.

“Then, let me ask you one more question.” Xia Wuzhao looked at Kirishima Chiho: “Do you hate your mother?”

"Why should I hate my mother?" Kirishima Chiho looked at Natsugiri Kai in confusion. "My mother didn't hit me or scold me."

“Every night, he would make soup for me.”

"She always buys my favorite fruits, and she always helps me when I change my shoes."

“Every time, she would buy me a lot of things, and sometimes she wouldn’t even let me carry my schoolbag. Every night, she would cover me with a blanket.”

“Every year on my birthday, they make sure I have a wonderful birthday celebration. They think of different ways to make me lunch every day, and they spend two hours cooking for me every morning.”

"Ah, she loved me so much. Why should I hate my mother? She did everything a mother could do and poured all her love into me."

"Why should I hate her?" the girl asked Xia Wuzhao with a smile.

Her eyes sparkled, but deep within her pupils lay a swirling, dark blackness.

"Perhaps because this love is too heavy, perhaps this love is a debt," Xia Wuzhao said coldly. "But, can love that has become a debt still be considered love?"

The girl looked at Xia Wuzhao in silence, and this time, the smile on her face was gone.

"You really enjoy guessing that the other person is living an extremely miserable life, don't you, Xia Wuzhao?"

"You also like to pretend to be nonchalant with a smile, don't you, Kirishima Chiho?"

The two of them looked at each other.

The girl stepped forward and said to Xia Wuzhao, "If you love, then love. No matter what prefixes are added, the only thing that cannot be changed is love."

"So what?" Xia Wuzhao said, "So, does that mean we have to accept all kinds of love unconditionally?"

"Just because she loves you, does that mean I should accept her control?"

"You're clearly in unbearable pain, even contemplating suicide. Yet, you're still bound tightly by something called 'love,' unable to move, causing you unbearable suffering?"

Xia Wuzhao sneered, "Kirishima Chiho, you're really easy to manipulate."

"Oh dear." The girl took a step back, now standing in the scorching sunlight that almost burned her skin. "You seem angry? Did I do something wrong?"

She smiled, puzzled yet gentle: "If I did something wrong, then I can accept your punishment."

What are you going to do?

"I won't do anything." Xia Wuzhao smiled indifferently: "Do you know? The cruelest punishment for you is to just watch you, watch the debt of love on your body grow heavier and heavier, watch you keep enduring it, enduring it."

"The most amazing thing is that you have a very strong ability to endure. So strong that you can keep enduring, and you will keep struggling in the vortex of pain."

"And your mother will become even more demanding and oppressive towards you."

Xia Wuzhao laughed sarcastically: "I can already see the ending of your life."

Do you know what your behavior is called?

"It's called indulgence, it's called condoning evil."

"And then the ending is called reaping what you sow."

Natsugiri Kai looked at the girl in front of her: "You should have been able to foresee it, right? You should have been able to understand it. After all, you are the intelligent Kirishima Chiho."

"Of course I understand these things, of course I can comprehend them."

"But what can I do?"

"What can I do for my mother?"

"She is my mother, even if it is a love that is heavy and ingrained in my bones like a debt, it is still love."

The girl looked at Xia Wuzhao in front of her and said with a sly smile, "You seem very angry, you seem annoyed."

As she said this, a mischievous smile played on her lips.

The girl said, "But what you're saying is just your guess. It's guess without any facts."

She crossed her arms in front of her, forming an X.

Although he said that, he still had a smile on his face.

It was a relaxed and carefree smile, her cherry lips glistening in the sunlight.

"If these are just guesses, then you don't have that scent that's impossible to hide anymore."

Xia Wuzhao mocked.

"What does it taste like?" the girl asked curiously.

"Black, with a scent that's twisted and contorted like silk threads," Xia Wuzhao said. "The scent of self-destruction."