Asakura Miyuki

Asakura Miyuki was a well-behaved and obedient child. Aside from her excellent looks, everything else about her was ordinary. She thought her life would continue peacefully like this.

An ordinary childhood, ordinary schooling, an ordinary job, and finally, an ordinary marriage and children.

Asakura Miyuki, with her gentle personality, knew she had no outstanding talents. She harbored no dissatisfaction with a future that could be seen to its end at a single glance.

This would be fine. An ordinary life, occasional shopping trips with friends, visiting Qingyue Temple's cherry blossoms during holidays, and perhaps a chance encounter leading to romance at the end of the semester.

A maiden's heart is always poetic. Like every girl her age, Asakura Miyuki held innocent and lively fantasies in her heart.

But she didn't expect any drastic changes in her life. Finding a boyfriend she liked, not getting annoying pimples, and having closer relationships with her friends – these ridiculous yet adorable wishes were the most genuine part of Asakura Miyuki's inner self.

She didn't want great wealth; ordinary would be fine. Her mother always said that such a simple and plain life was the easiest path to happiness.

Yes, simple and plain, ordinary would be fine.

Her wish was just that.

Then, her fantasy was cruelly torn apart.

Merely to satisfy his ugly lust, the girl's life began to slide into an abyss, never to return.

Transferring schools. This was the only thing the girl could do. Escaping was enough. As long as she escaped, she might be able to return to her ordinary daily life, treating everything before as a nightmare.

Recalling the pistol in that man's hand, the girl dared not tell her family the truth. Her father and mother were kind and gentle people. She feared that bullet holes would appear on her parents, feared they would be harmed.

Thus, even when transferring schools, the girl used other excuses.

Fortunately, her understanding parents saw that the girl likely had something on her mind, but they only assumed it was a typical conflict with classmates and agreed to the transfer.

Asakura Miyuki sincerely thanked her parents for their tolerance. Finally, she transferred to Chiyou Academy. A ray of sunshine appeared in the girl's gloomy heart. She finally felt like she had struggled out of that swamp.

"Hey, did you guys hear? That new transfer student is getting too close to some unknown social person from outside." This matter naturally reached Asakura Miyuki's class.

"Here she acts all high and mighty, who knows what she's like with those people."

The speakers were loud, completely disregarding the person in question who was still in the classroom. It was pure, unadulterated malice.

The deep-seated flaws of humanity, dark and chilling. Perhaps out of curiosity or for fun, or maybe out of jealousy of the girl's beautiful appearance, these trivial, ridiculous reasons delivered the final blow to the girl teetering on the edge of the abyss.

Asakura Miyuki understood. Chiyou Academy was no longer a sanctuary for her to escape to, but another bottomless hell.

With every word, even every fleeting glance, the girl felt her body recall the humiliation and pain from that time.

Ah, she no longer intended to transfer schools.

Never before had Asakura Miyuki understood so clearly that everywhere was hell.

Thus, the girl's heart was completely swallowed by darkness.

December 6th, after school.

The source of her nightmare found her again.

After her habitual, hopeless prayer in her heart, she was saved by a dazzlingly beautiful girl. Asakura Miyuki was considered a rare beauty, but she paled in comparison to that girl.

It was a unique charm born from the fusion of astonishing looks and [powerful] traits. For Asakura Miyuki, who had grown to detest men, the allure of such charm was indescribable.

As she completely sank into a quagmire she couldn't climb out of, she encountered her love.

To Asakura Miyuki, it was undoubtedly love.

But this love was mixed with profound darkness and distortion.

"Ha... ha..." The girl buried her head in Kiana's discarded hoodie, breathing deeply. She inhaled the scent within, her face gradually flushing. "You're also from Chiyou Academy, right?"

Recalling the girl's moist cherry lips, her indifferent eyes like a frozen lake, the subtle glimpse of her waist as she took off the hoodie, the fair thighs between her stockings and skirt, Asakura Miyuki's eyes grew hazy, the blush on her face deepening.

That was undoubtedly "love."