I Will Create a Good Ending for the Yandere Villainess-Chapter 86: Sleeping Where? (edited)

A chill yet warm breeze swept across the surface of the ocean, brushing against her face and causing a slight shiver.

"Did the outside get cold all of a sudden?" Lillian muttered, gazing at the sky and absently scratching her head.

She eventually decided to exit her Mana Realm, figuring there wasn’t much else to do.

Moments later, after she had closed her eyes and disconnected herself from the realm, she found herself back in the real world.

The temperature of the air still felt balanced—warm but not enough to be irritable.

What was it that had caused her to feel a chill then?

She knew outside forces could cause slight changes inside her realm if her mind perceived it in detail enough.

She soon realised the cause when a familiar and elegant voice echoed beside her.

"Ah... you’re finally awake."

Lillian turned her head and faced Marionette, who had her back leaned into the couch—her legs crossed over—with a book in hand.

She wore a beautifully long nightgown with an attractive black and red colour scheme. However, black was the most dominant, as the red was mainly seen on the thin straps over her shoulders.

Her skin was smooth and pure—glistened from the small drops of water coating her skin.

Lillian couldn’t help but unconsciously ogle for a moment at the way Marionette’s nightgown hugged her spectacular curves before turning away out of embarrassment.

However, it was entirely out of embarrassment but also the fact that Marionette had easily caught her wandering gaze.

Marionette—without raising her eyes off her book—spoke in her usual stoic and neutral tone:

"While your attention is appealing, Lillian, I think you’d prefer your first hot shower in a week over just staring at me read."

Lillian’s lips tugged into a small smile—her eyes rolling a bit. She pushed herself off the couch.

"I suppose you’re right. Although the smell and sweat from the Trial is no longer on me, I still feel disgusting."

"You didn’t smell as horrid as you think, Lillian," Marionette said, turning another page of her book.

"Is that so? Well then, that’s a rel—"

Before Lillian could finish her sentence, Marionette chimed in, putting her down.

"You were, in fact, sweaty, though."

Lillian’s eyes twitched.

"Yeah, yeah... I’m going to go shower now..."

Marionette nodded at Lillian’s words, still deeply focused on the contents of her books.

Lillian stared at her briefly before taking a step towards the bathroom, where Marionette’s words once again stopped her.

"By the way, I’ve placed a comfortable set of clothes inside there for you to wear for bed. This is assuming you didn’t bring anything to wear inside your spacial storage."

Marionette stared up, looking into Lillian’s grateful eyes.

Lillian stared back and said:

"Seriously? Thank you! Man... you are quite considerate. Huh?" she giggled, strolling off towards the bathroom.

Marionette watched as Lillian left and then shifted her attention back to her book.

What book was it that got her so interested, you may ask? This little detail flew over Lillian’s head as she was too focused on the luxurious through of a lovely shower.

The book had a midnight blue shaded cover with silver foil lettering. It had quite an elegant and mature look due to its minimalistic design. However, the title was enough to bring down those first impressions.

Marionette flipped back through the pages, stumbling upon a specific start to a chapter and staring at the title.

[Art of Seduction #6]

{Hospitality: True hospitality disarms and invites trust. Create comfort through warmth and attentiveness, and you will be rewarded with your target’s lowered guard, which will cause them to foster attachments towards you.}

Marionette reread the chapter summary and tilted her head at it, "Foster... attachments?"

She then went through page after page, digesting its contents and eventually losing track of time. She did, however, sense Lillian’s presence back in the living room.

Marionette felt the couch rise and fall—the cushion bouncing—as Lillian threw herself back into the soft embrace of its pillows.

Marionette snuck a glance at Lillian. The plain black shirt that she wore was a snug fit—possibly because their chest was around the same size. However, the hem did pop under the waistband of her equally black shorts.

"Ah~ showers really are lovely, aren’t they? Especially when you haven’t had one for a long time. It really does warm the soul." Lillian stretched her arms and back.

She then pinched the shirt and tugged at it, "But anyway, you sure do love the colour black, huh? I can’t really judge, to be honest. It’s a good colour for everything, really." Lillian muttered, watching how far she could stretch it.

Doing this, Lillian had allowed Marionette to unintentionally peer inside her neck opening, letting her eyes stare at Lillian’s smooth and beautiful alabaster skin.

Not only that, but she was also able to stare between the crevice of Lillian’s chest and at the glistening drop of water rolling down it like a slide.

Marionette soon turned her eyes away, staring back into her book before feeling a certain weight on her shoulder.

Lillian yawned, covering her mouth as she leaned her body against Marionette, "You don’t mind if I lean on you, right?"

Marionette shook her head, "It’s fine. You can do whatever."

She then watched as Lillian leaned her face over her shoulder and gazed into the contents of the book.

Lillian’s eyes narrowed, reading and eventually having a shadow fall over her eyes.

"What the... is this some psychological book?"

Marionette lowered the book onto her lap, having the pages facing upwards and the cover away from them.

"Are you perhaps judging my preferences on reading material?"

"Huh? N-no! Nothing of that sort, absolutely not. It just seems like one about forming relationships."

Marionette hummed, "I suppose it’s something like that." she gripped the edges of the book and folded it up, revealing the title to Lillian, who widened her eyes.

She looked towards Marionette’s stoic face before glancing away, "You do have quite the strange preference for books though."

Marionette rolled her eyes, "I also seem to have a strange taste in friends too..."

Lillian stiffened, "I-I am not that strange... am I?" she asked, tilting her head naively.

She then realised something.

’Wait did she just call me a friend?’

Marionette stared at her before saying:

"... Who knows... it’s not something for me to decide. Do you find yourself strange?"

Lillian scratched her cheek, "Well... I guess I am a bit..." she responded with a small pout.

Marionette nodded, "Then you are strange." she waved her book into her spacial storage and held the armrest of the couch.

Just as she was about to get off the couch, she felt Lillian’s warm hand softly clutch her wrist.

Turning back, she stared at Lillian’s face, which had a certain look to it—a look that Lillian had been using the most once exiting the Trial.

"Even so. Even if I’m a bit odd in your eyes, I’m sure you know that I can act like this around you, right?"

"..."

The two looked into each other’s eyes. Unmoving.

Marionette slightly narrowed her eyes before opening her mouth, "And why may that be? Have I done something that would allow you to be so comfortable around me?"

Lillian’s eyes twitched, recounting the list of things Marionette had done, "Just a bit. And it’s because I like you, Marionette... just enough to where my introverted self can bloom a bit." she chuckled at the end.

Marionette stared deeply at her, moving her other hand over Lillian’s and pulling it off her wrist.

Lillian then watched as Marionette quietly turned away and walked off. She later returned back with a dark fur blanket and white pillow.

Lillian raised an eyebrow, "Ehm... what are those for? Are we both sleeping on the couch?" she asked in a confused manner.

Marionette coldly shook her head, "You will be the one sleeping here alone tonight."

"Eh!? For what reason?!" Lillian inquired, reluctantly grabbing the blanket and pillow.

She then pouted.

"I had just gotten used to us sleeping together and now we aren’t?"

Marionette raised an eyebrow. She then folded her arms before stating in a deadpan voice:

"Us sleeping together was your idea. You make it sound like I forced that on you."

She then turned her face away from Lillian.

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"Not only that... but unlike that hill, the bed doesn’t have enough room for the both of us..."