Sunlight streamed through the curtains onto Yu Duojiaye’s face. Groggily opening his eyes, he had just gotten out of bed and was about to close the curtains for more sleep when—
Bang!
The sudden loud noise made Yu Duojiaye jump. With a frightened expression, he turned to see Fujiang standing at the doorway, wearing a white T-shirt and denim shorts that hugged her curvaceous, straight legs, arms crossed as she watched him.
Even after a night’s deep sleep, Fujiang’s hair still maintained an unnaturally smooth sheen. The distinctive tear mole at the corner of her eye made her features appear even more charming and alluring.
“What are you doing so early in the morning!?”
“Heh heh…”
Looking at Yu Duojiaye who she had startled, Fujiang couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle.
However, after her laughter subsided, Kawakami Fujiang remembered why she had gotten out of bed so early to find him. She quickly raised the used sanitary product in her hand and hurried over to Yu Duojiaye.
“I got my period.”
“I see it, I see it. Don’t shove it in my face…”
Blocking Fujiang with an annoyed expression, Yu Duojiaye glanced at the beautiful girl before him whose every movement exuded captivating charm—so beautiful she seemed otherworldly.
Looking closely, within the crimson stains, something resembling Cthulhu writhed—dense, blood-colored flesh sprouts unconsciously exploring and squirming.
If one listened carefully, faint, barely audible murmurs could be heard.
The corner of his mouth twitching, Yu Duojiaye found a bag and walked over to Fujiang, gesturing for her to throw the thing inside with clear distaste.
Fortunately, Yu Duojiaye lived alone, otherwise it wouldn’t be so easy to help her dispose of this thing.
In the corner of the yard, Yu Duojiaye skillfully started a fire in the barbecue grill (Incinerator). He glanced back at Fujiang standing behind him, arms crossed, anxiously tapping her pink slippers with her pale feet.
“What are you standing there for? Come help! If you don’t control its growth rate, how are we going to burn it completely?”
“Tch… What a useless man…”
Muttering discontentedly to herself, Fujiang was about to reluctantly approach Yu Duojiaye when she noticed him expressionlessly extinguishing the fire.
He walked to the yard wall and opened the door that had been specially built for Fujiang’s convenience when she visited.
“What are you doing?”
Yu Duojiaye turned to look at the confused Fujiang beside him and spoke without emotion.
“I’m a useless man, so you can go find a useful one instead.”
“…”
Staring at Yu Duojiaye who was telling her to leave over such a small matter, Fujiang was first stunned, then stood up unhappily.
“Can’t you be a bit more gentlemanly? Every guy I meet outside begs to pamper and flatter me!”
“No. Get lost.”
“…”
“Sorry, I was wrong.”
In the end, rationality overcame temper. Years of being neighbors had taught Fujiang that Yu Duojiaye was unaffected by her abilities and never indulged her unreasonable whims.
Seeing Fujiang yield, Yu Duojiaye shook his head, walked over to her, and pushed her aside.
“You’re in the way. Move aside.”
“You!”
Having to ask for favors, Fujiang ultimately suppressed her temper. After all, there were still several days ahead when she would need his help.
Yu Duojiaye, just you wait until my special period is over.
Just as Fujiang was contemplating how to “repay” Yu Duojiaye, he suddenly turned his head and looked at her.
“You seem to be thinking about something very unpleasant.”
Fujiang pursed her lips into an obedient smile, gently grabbing his wrist and giving it a slight shake.
“Not at all~ I was just thinking about how to thank you~”
“Heh.”
Yu Duojiaye let out a cold laugh but said nothing more. Though they hadn’t grown up together since infancy, they were undeniably childhood sweethearts.
What kind of person was this woman—spoiled rotten by outsiders and inherently a collection of negative emotions like desire and bloodlust? Did he not know her true nature?
Her words might sound submissive, but at school, she was probably scheming ways to embarrass him.
Shaking his head, he decided not to dwell on it. After all, aside from playing petty tricks, she couldn’t really do anything else to him. Let her be.
“Speaking of which…”
“Hmm?”
Staring at the flesh buds writhing like leeches in the flames, Yu Duojiaye rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
“Is it possible… I’m just saying, maybe…”
“???”
“Spit it out!”
“Well… you only ever come to see me during the day, never at night. It kind of feels… like you’re killing the donkey after it’s done grinding the grain.”
“You what…?”
Yu Duojiaye’s loaded remark left Fujiang stunned for a moment. After a brief pause, her face flushed bright red as she processed his meaning.
“Yu Duojiaye, go die!!!”
Slap!
Early the next morning, Yu Duojiaye winced as he accidentally brushed against the handprint on his back while getting dressed.
“Ouch… Is Fujiang a ‘broken palm’? That wasn’t in the settings, was it?”
After changing clothes, Yu Duojiaye opened his door to find Fujiang—fully dressed in a navy blue JK long skirt, her black stockings accentuating her slender legs—standing impatiently by her own doorway, holding a bag.
“You—”
Before he could finish, Fujiang expressionlessly hurled the bag at him.
Yu Duojiaye hastily caught it, and as it landed in his arms, it felt like holding a crushed rabbit.
Blinking, he opened the bag.
“Kāshè~”
Inside was a fleshy mass, its back stuck to a sanitary pad, barely recognizable as humanoid, with a voice softly carrying a hint of Fujiang’s seductive charm.
Rustle!
Yu Duojiaye snapped the bag shut, massaging his temples in frustration.
“Why so early today?”
Fujiang shot him a cold glare.
“How should I know?”
Clearly still holding a grudge, she was in no mood for conversation. Yu Duojiaye shrugged, recognizing her young lady tantrums had surfaced.
Working quickly, he opened the Incinerator. After a moment’s hesitation, he carefully extracted Fujiang’s split body from the bag, watching as its tiny evolved limbs clung tightly to his fingers.
Yu Duojiaye glanced at the nearby Fujiang, then back at the small version in his palm.
“Sorry…”
The little Fujiang, with only a mouth on its head, shook slightly and nuzzled his finger affectionately.
“Kāshè… not your… fault~”
“Sigh…”
“Hurry up!”
Urged by Fujiang’s impatience, Yu Duojiaye sighed, placed the small figure into the Incinerator, gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and ignited it.
“Kāshè~ Kāshè~ it hurts…”
Amidst the faint, almost inaudible cries, Yu Duojiaye hardened his heart, shut the Incinerator door, and walked out of the yard without looking back.
By the wall bordering Fujiang’s home, at the doorway specially designated for her, Fujiang stood with crossed arms, watching Yu Duojiaye’s somewhat fleeing footsteps, a complex expression flashing across her face.
In a few steps, she reached the Incinerator and opened it. Gazing at the other version of herself dying in the flames, observing the eyes that had grown on ‘her’ and the hand reaching out to touch her, Fujiang slowly raised her own hand and gently met it within the fire.
“You must work hard, current me.”
“Otherwise, it’ll be time for a ‘replacement’.”
Amid the hellish whisper, Fujiang stared at the undisguised malicious smile on ‘her’ lips and expressionlessly closed the lid.
Clang!
After the loud noise, the Incinerator was forcefully shut by the girl, leaving only the retreating figure of her running after something.