I Will Create a Good Ending for the Yandere Villainess

Unnoticed by Lillian, who wrapped her arms around the woman, Marionette tingled at her words.

Possibly, the way Lillian said it caused something to stir inside her. It was a subtle, warm, and delicate excitement.

However, she hadn't ignored the fact that this was a blatant challenge. She rarely showed it, but the truth was—she was a sore loser.

She stared glaringly at Lillian's neck, which was close to her face. It was exposed and... Tempting...

She seemed to have developed quite an unusual habit of nuzzling into the crook of Lillian's neck.

Lillian jumped a bit as she felt Marionette's face crawl into her neck.

There was just something about it to the Assassin—something that led her to be so drawn to it, like some bloodthirsty vampire.

And... She probably knew why...

Her nose twitched as she breathed in the scent lingering on Lillian's body.

It was heavy in iron, most likely from her body having been previously coated in blood. But there was something else—something a lot heavier but light and delicious.

Masked in the smell of blood was Lillian's scent—a strange scent that Marionette couldn't seem to get enough of.

Her senses were sharp. Far sharper than a regular person. That was definitely a fact.

Because of that fact, her flaw had led her to perceive people as walking corpses. Not only that, but they stank like one too.

This flaw of hers was truly a merciless one. Fortunately, colognes of people were able to mask this smell.

But Lillian was no corpse. She was a beautiful girl in her arms, who lived and breathed. And smelled a lot better than what she was used to.

The best part was—it didn't even seem like she had used any perfume as well. Lillian truly was beautiful in the literal sense in her eyes.

She was kind of like her, in a way.

The only reason would be her family had modified her just a bit before birth.

She couldn't help but bury herself deeper into Lillian's neck. Her stoic expression had already long been broken under the Rabbit's influence.

If she had to describe her scent, it would be a fresh blueberry. It was uplifting and energising to her...

And the longer she drew in this scent—the more she remembered the taste of Lillian's lips. It tasted like blueberries, as well.

This was also the cause of her new cravings for blueberry-flavoured items. Fortunately, Lillian had yet to catch on why.

Even for her... It'd be quite embarrassing to answer why. Not because the topic was embarrassing in of itself, but because she didn't want Lillian to look at her weirdly.

Now that she thought about it... She remembered a certain garment she acquired from Lillian that wasn't stained in blood.

Wasn't it her panties—?

"Hey, Mari!" She was soon shaken awake by Lillian's voice. However, too lazy and too comfortable to leave Lillian's neck, she responded, muffled:

"Hm? Did you need something?"

She then heard a small and mischievous giggle escape Lillian's lips.

"How about... A kiss~?"

Marionette immediately shot up from her neck. She then hovered over Lillian's face, her red eyes trembling a bit in shock.

"Excuse me?" She asked, flabbergasted at her words.

Lillian smiled, amused, "That sure got your attention. What~? Wanted a kiss that badly, Mari~?" She cooed.

Marionette merely narrowed her eyes at the Rabbit. Surprisingly, she turned her face to the side and clicked her tongue.

Lillian widened her eyes briefly. Her eyelids then lowered as she stared at the Assassin teasingly.

"Ehh~...? Did you really want one—?"

"—I don't know what you mean, Lillian." Marionette interrupted her, resisting the urge to pout.

Lillian laughed, patting the top of her head, "Don't be like that, Mari~!" She then placed her arms to the side—spread out. "Now... let's go to sleep then, shall we? I'm sure you don't want to be groggy in the morning."

Marionette raised an eyebrow before checking her phone. She then widened her eyes, slightly surprised at what time it was. "It seems I had lost track of time." She shook her head in disappointment.

She then stared down at Lillian.

"But I suppose I had an excuse for it."

Lillian tilted her head, "I'm your excuse?"

Marionette smiled, "You're always my excuse."

Lillian stared at her confusingly, "What's that supposed to me—." She then watched as Marionette buried herself into the crook of her neck again. She even swore she heard her sniff her or something.

Seeing that Marionette wasn't going to answer her, she sighed and reached towards her lantern. Unfortunately, due to her position, she couldn't reach it.

Fortunately, however, she was able to turn her arm into water and stretch towards it.

After returning back to her Mana Realm, she glanced back at Marionette. She smiled affectionately at the woman before stroking the back of her head with her right hand.

She then grinned at a mischievous thought. She leaned into her ear and whispered:

"Well, aren't you my little good girl~? All cozying up to me like this~..."

Marionette shivered a bit at her words. Just as she was about to pull away from Lillian once again, she felt an arm wrap around her waist, acting as a border.

Marionette, in response to this, wrapped her arms around Lillian's chest. She then muttered:

"Little? I'm older than you..."

"Sure. But you're still my good girl, though~." Lillian stated casually.

Marionette's ears twitched at her words. She let out a soft hum at Lillian's statement before going quiet.

If Lillian could see her face now, she would find a noticeable blush on her face.

She then felt the hand on the back of her head push her face deeper into Lillian's neck.

She then heard Lillian speak.

"And, I must say... You sure do love this part of me, huh? Is there something about my neck you like or something?" Lillian teased her again.

After a moment of hesitation, Marionette responded:

"I like... how you smell, Lilly..."

Lillian was never really good with compliments, which was obvious with how she reacted normally at times when given one. So as usual, She just turned her face away from Marionette, scratching her cheek with a shy look.

"I smell good, eh...?" Lillian murmured, "I'm sure I just smell like blood, though... Unless you like that smell..."

Marionette shook her head, "No... I like your scent only." She said, bluntly.

Lillian then gave a pondering look before smiling, "I like your scent, too!" She innocently said. But her words led Marionette to tighten her hold around her briefly before relaxing.

"I see... Then it's mutual, isn't it?"

"I, uh... I guess?"

Marionette nodded before saying:

"Good. I'm pleased. Now then, good night, Lillian."

"Ah, right... Yeah, good night to you too, Mari."

***

Lillian was a heavy sleeper. Marionette knew this.

She hovered her face over the sleeping girl. It had been a few hours since they last talked. And Marionette had just woken up.

She raised her hands to Lillian's cheeks, cupping them tenderly and leaning her face in. Just when their noses touched, she stopped, feeling Lillian's warm breath brush against her face.

She studied the girl's beautiful face, becoming more entranced by it.

She then whispered as quietly as she could:

"You really are beautiful, Lillian..."

She had debated going back to sleep on top of her, but then she had a better idea.

She rubbed the corners of Lillian's lips with her thumb and leaned in a bit more. She stopped just a bit above her lips, then turned Lillian's face slightly to the side and...

Chu...

Marionette's lips fell on Lillian's smooth alabaster skin—her lips pressing against her right cheek.

She then pulled away and stared at the spot she kissed. Despite her stoic expression, she soon moved back to the crook of Lillian's neck, a bit embarrassed.

But, even though she felt like that...

She raised her fingers to her lips before glancing at the neck before her eyes. It did feel nice to kiss Lillian... By an oddly large amount. She then remembered a certain chapter inside the 'Art of Seduction'.

[Art of Seduction #7]

{Belonging: No matter a person's nature, they would always want a place they could return to—a place where they belonged. Become that place by branding them with a certain "marking". This shows that they could always return to you for comfort.}

She stroked the back of her finger on the side of Lillian's neck before moving in. Her lips brushed against her skin before eventually pressing against it.

Chu...

She then began to leave her mark on Lillian, who had woken out halfway through the process.

Marionette quickly moved away from Lillian's neck, leaving her confused about why she felt her neck became wet.

Lillian slowly wiped away a strange liquid on her neck, which she assumed to be sweat. Ignorant of a romantic, small red mark that was under the "sweat".

It was a hickey.