I Will Create a Good Ending for the Yandere Villainess

Lillian shivered at the hot air blown into her ear canal. This wasn't normal! Well, their relationship wasn't really, but this was way out of the norm—even when they flirted.

"H-hold on, Marionette! Where's the need for all of this?" She chuckled nervously. "From the way I see it, it looked as though you want to break the rule that we both set~..."

She held her fingers over her lips and stared at her with a lecherous look, feigning confidence.

"Do you really wanna get it on~?"

Marionette, who had already pulled away from Lillian's ear, narrowed her eyes on her. "Ah... yes... the "Few Months rule"..."

Lillian then watched as Marionette pulled her fingers away from her lips and held her hand. She then watched as she held it up to her own lips before pecking her knuckles.

The feeling of Marionette's soft and wet lips making contact with her skin caused her to reflectively pull her hand back.

"W-woah! What do you think you're doing?!" she asked, stuttering with a red face.

Marionette tilted her head slightly at her.

"Hm? Is there an issue? I believe I'm not breaking the rule we had set."

She then leaned in. Lillian tried to back away from her but was inevitably stopped by the wall behind her.

Marionette cupped Lillian's right cheek and said:

"From what I remember, we'll only begin dating after a few months have passed, right? And the time we'll share a kiss on the lips, right?" She said in a low tone.

She then moved down to the left side of Lillian's neck, "I don't think anywhere it was stated that I couldn't do things like this... right?" She said, brushing her lips against her neck.

This elicited an unintentional small moan from Lillian.

Marionette widened her eyes at the soft and beautiful moan that escaped from Lillian's lips and buried her face deeper into the crevice of her neck.

Lillian bit her lower lips, holding back her moan, which was especially hard considering Marionette's knee still continued to brush and push against her... "area"...

Eventually, Lillian had enough. She placed her hands on Marionette's shoulder and pushed her back.

"S-stop! That's enough!" she yelled with her face turned down to hide the furious blush on her face. Her body was trembling. And her voice was shaky.

This... was something Marionette couldn't ignore. Something she couldn't turn her eyes away from.

"... But..."

"N-no buts!" Lillian yelled, turning her face up and staring her deep into her eyes.

Marionette's ruby-red eyes shone with a sort of... light as she stared at Lillian's flustered glare.

Just as she was about to reach up and clutch Lillian's cheeks. She suddenly found herself kicked out of the room and had the door slammed shut on her.

"... Oh..." She was a little shocked... Lillian hadn't ever treated her like this before...

"I... went too far again it seems." She sighed, deeply reflecting on her actions. Why did she do that...? There wasn't any need...

She held up her right hand—which was turned to the side—and gently bit down on her index finger. Something was wrong...

She's been getting to... emotional lately... It isn't right.

It isn't right at all...

... But for some reason, she found the thought of Lillian enjoying the company of someone when she wasn't around to be rather... vexing...

She glanced around at the empty corridor before staring deeply at the door to Lillian's room.

She held her hand towards it and prepared to knock. But then, hesitance ran through her fingers, causing her to slowly bring it back.

Her face went from being stoic to narrowing her eyes, to furrowing her brows. Her face wrinkled a bit as she thought about her actions.

What happened to her? Why was she feeling hesitant over something so... "minor"?

"It isn't minor..." She clutched the lower half of her face. Her eyes reflected a worried light. Did her actions today affect their relationship?

That... couldn't be... right? But how would that explain Lillian's decision to kick her out?

"I went too far... I definitely... went too far..." She moved her hand away from her mouth—turning away from Lillian's door—and clutched the left side of her face.

She... was worried.

The heir of a high noble family of assassins was... worried?

She didn't want Lillian to suddenly dislike her...

How had all the lessons of keeping her emotions in check suddenly disappeared in just a mere month?

What was going to happen to their current relationship? Would they continue to stay as friends?

Would it matter? She was tasked to pass the Academy with absolute efficiency. Nothing else mattered... right?

Her mind was split.

She felt like there was an entirely new person festering inside of her and even overwriting some of her.

One spoke about her feelings, while the other berated her for thinking about it.

She turned back to the Lillian's door. She then gently lowered her forehead and rested it against it.

She didn't know what was going on with her. How had the girl behind this door changed her so much in such a short span of time?

"I..."

What she did know was...

"I want her... I want Lillian... really bad..."

She quietly murmured, so quiet that if a person was standing next to her they wouldn't be able to hear.

She soon stepped back and walked away. Too distracted by the thought of Lillian's possibly disliking her, she didn't notice a small stain on her black tight, around her knee.

***

Lillian rested her back against the door on the other side. Her face was tightly buried in her palms.

She then slowly lowered one of her hands from her face and pushed it under her skirt with an embarrassed expression.

"Damnit Marionette..." she said—her voice still having a bit of a shake to it.

She then pulled out her phone and checked the time. Ah... it was around dinner. Did Marionette really stick around with her all day?

Did that mean she didn't eat anything the entire time?

She gave a shaky smile. Before moving towards her kitchen. She then said with a chuckle:

"I guess... I should begin cooking up something. I'll just drop it off by her door."