I Will Create a Good Ending for the Yandere Villainess-Chapter 87: Good Ending? (edited)

"Huh? If your bed is the same size as mine, it should definitely fit two people... and I’m not that fat... am I?" Lillian asked in a concerned tone, pinching her stomach.

She stared at Marionette’s stoic face that hadn’t shifted at her words.

She raised an eyebrow, "Ookay... even if it’s too small can’t we just... y’know... hug each other really close? I don’t see much of a problem." Lillian inquired.

She didn’t know why but she felt like their role were reversed. Instead of Marionette being on the offensive—it was her.

Was it just her imagination?

Marionette turned her face back around, "You’re sleeping here. That’s final, Lillian." she ordered, her voice cold and indifferent as she walked off.

Lillian was left befuddled. Was it really just her imagination was their role actually reversed this time? She thought for a bit before smirking.

"How adorable..."

She neatly replaced the couch pillow with the one given to her before turning off the light and wrapping herself in the blanket.

’If she keeps this up, I might just sneak into her room and cuddle with her.’ she giggled.

She then shook her head, "Which I’m obviously not going to do. If she wants me to sleep here, then I’m going to do it. Can’t be picky."

She then thought for a moment, "But... what if I were to act really close to her tomorrow? I think that would be really fun... and also able to let me rack up some more points as well..."

Lillian then narrowed her eyes, remembering about a certain key.

With a wave of her hand, she summoned a metal key from thin air. The one she had gotten as a reward.

She scrutinised the key, peering into its description.

[Item Name: Gate Key]

[Item Rank: ?]

[Item Type: Tool]

[Item Description:

"This one didn’t work either... looks like I’ll have to go to the next one..."

In the lands of the Below Under—a closed gate resides in one of the four plagued regions. Once unlocked by this cursed key, you will plunge into a forgotten, perilous scenario.]

[Enchantments: {???}]

Lillian skimmed over the key’s description, understanding how significant the Item in her hand was.

Lillian mused.

"Well... significant if I ever were to fall into the Below Under—the consequence that comes from being unable to get to the Exit Portal in time."

She then tossed the key back into her spacial ring and closed her eyes.

"But gladly that wouldn’t ever happen. As long as my legs still work, I should manage to get to it in time."

She then paused, swiping her hand through the air opening up her quest menu and staring at the completed quest hanging in it.

[Entertain Us (Completed)]

[Quest Description: After having been trapped inside the Trial and surviving until the next day, the Lady Of Fate felt it was right to give you a separate reward if you complete your very first Trial. An extra reward would be provided if you manage to plant a kiss on the Stoic Villainess’s lips.]

[Rewards: {5,000 TP}, {???}]

[Claim?]

Lillian stared deeply at the rewards listed and couldn’t help but smile, "Having some more money is fine I suppose. I guess I can afford some better items. Or should I save it and just buy from the Bazaar?"

She held her chin thoughtfully before sighing, "Let’s leave it up to future me to deal with. Not like I would need to do much right now. Other than a few minor events, December is the one I have to look out for."

[New Quest Acquired.]

"Hm?" Lillian raised an eyebrow, "Already?"

She stared tiredly at the notification before opening it with a grudging look on her face.

[Quest Title: Good Ending?]

[Description:

"Every story will eventually have its end. The question is—how will it end?"

After an "accidental" kiss with your dear Villainess, the Lady of Fate tasks you with the entertaining quest of creating Marionette Von Roselle’s "good ending".

This doesn’t have to necessarily mean everything in the world has to be perfected. Only an ending she would perceive to be a good one.

Failure to complete this task would prevent you from forever continuing to exist in the world.]

"... A good ending, huh?" Lillian yawned tiredly—her eyes drooping a bit, "Doesn’t sound so bad... and it’ll give me a good reason to stick by her side... quite the... harsh punishment though..."

Her words became slow and eventually stopped. She took in a deep breath and thus fell asleep.

Soon a brand new day will arise. One entirely unfamiliar yet familiar to Lillian...

But one that isn’t so familiar for the Villainess next door lying in her bed.

***

[Marionette POV]

BEEP BEEP BEEP

The alarming ringing of my alarm rang inside my ear like a never-ending screwdriver digging through my skull.

I detested mornings. But they were a period where someone could make the most use of their time instead of lazing around.

I turned in my bed, feeling the soft and smooth material of my nightgown rubbing against my body.

I reached over towards my phone and slowly shut it off. I wasn’t particularly in a hurry. The syllabus for my courses isn’t quite difficult to memorise and learn.

And on top of what I already know, I am most likely to excel decently at minimum. However... "topping" the class could very well be difficult.

The countless times I thought about the Entrance Exam could have perhaps reached the dozens by now.

The countless times I revised the possible course of actions I could take to escape that Dire monster may have appeared inside my mind more than I could count.

While it was indeed capable enough to catch up to my speed, I doubt it would be able to pursue if I put all my time and effort into escaping.

I stared up at the ceiling, reflecting. I had come to a theory on why. Although it wasn’t definite, it was the most likely scenario.

"A flaw has appeared..."

I raised my arm, the one I had been so clumsily losing. I gazed at my skin which had been commented on countless times by bystanders.

Such comments were pleasant. I’m not so delusional to think that for I believe I am too—especially compared to compared to how I looked before, this is far better.

Getting up from my bed, I pinched the two thin red straps hanging over my shoulders and pulled them down my smooth skin.

In my opinion, I believe people should have a certain pride in their beauty and have the urge to improve it not just for themselves but for others.

"Art of Seduction... 3#... ’Appearances matter even if it’s outside of seduction.’"

First impressions are always created on the foundation of sight. Everyone follows this rule except for a few exceptions, of course.

And Lillian Ker Arius isn’t any different...

The memory of her hesitantly shoving my pie down her throat still wandered through my mind like a floating ember in a blizzard.

Even she was tricked into thinking the pie was delicious. Just like how the Head of Roselle said, "People in our line of work have no business of satisfying others through any other senses other than sight."

As long as you are appealing enough to others in interest, you will be looked much more favourably and in turn have a certain amount of trust placed upon you by them.

However... I can’t help but let the lingering memory continue to burn like a comforting ember in my mind.

I held my arm over my exposed chest. I stared down, unconsciously pressing them against my chest before staring up at the oval-shaped mirror near my bed hanging on the wall.

I gazed at my nude body and caressed my abdomen, feeling my hidden abs. They always seemed to refuse to show and instead display a blank canvas.

I then stared down at my legs as I crossed them over to hide my "area".

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My legs had been commented to be long and slender—a trait most men found quite attractive in a woman.

And also a topic I wasn’t most interested in—especially when it regarded men.

After looking over my body, I returned my attention back to my chest.

I pushed them up and down slightly, noticing a minor change in them.

I then murmured:

"Have... they grown bigger? How troublesome..."

I stared at them curiously before shaking my head, deciding that it could just be my imagination.

I then glanced towards the door to my room.

At any moment, the sight of me nude could be exposed to whoever was to open that door.

I waited for a moment before wandering over to my wardrobe.

And soon enough, I got dressed in my uniform.

Tsss...

Amid my change, the delicate smell of aromatic herbs and the faint sounds of sizzling oil echoed through the gaps in my door.

After making my bed, adjusting my tie and placing it under the black cardigan, I made my way out.

I opened the door to a shadow-filled corridor and walked into it, soon being met with the morning light of the "sun" that tore through the windows that were uncovered by the living room curtains.

Stepping into the open living room, I stared at the couch that Arius slept on and at the blanket that was messily placed on it.

However, the clothes I had prepared for her were neatly folded on top of each other.

"Hm..." I hummed at the sight before walking towards the kitchen and peering inside to see...

"Ah! Marionette! You’re awake."

Lillian holding two plates of scrambled eggs with thinly chopped green onions on top with a side of two slices of bacon and two sausages on each plate.

She wore a pure white apron with small drops of oil stains, over her uniform.

"Come, come! Let’s eat before these get cold—especially the scrambled eggs. I don’t know about you but I hate it when they’re cold."

I stared at her warm smile and couldn’t help but absentmindedly nod.