I save a pathological girl with a twisted love story.

I save a pathological girl with a twisted love story.

Author: Rain-soaked Apricot

Summary:

If you wanted to save a girl trapped in a quagmire of family expectations and self-blame, what would you do?

If she is insecure and gloomy, but only acts stubbornly in front of you, and only smiles slyly in front of you.

I refuse to admit defeat only in front of you. What are you going to do? Will you use some ordinary method, like lifting a baby out of the mud? But Xia Wuzhao is unwilling to do that. He insists on using a twisted, heavy method to give her all the despair, all the unbearable things. To let her transform like a butterfly. To burn into the most twisted redemption in the kisses that tear at each other.

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Chapter 1 Like a bittersweet vine

When I first saw her, she was squatting in the corner of the rooftop.

This is the sunniest spot in town; the four-story teaching rooftop offers unobstructed sunlight from any surrounding trees.

Originally, this land belonged to the Horticulture Department.

There is an iron gate in the stairwell, and a large padlock is always hanging inside the gate. This padlock was purchased by the horticulture department.

But at some point, the large padlock stopped being locked; it just hung loosely on the door, jingling and clanging, looking cumbersome and useless.

This probably happened shortly after she became the Minister of Horticulture.

Her name is Asahi Aoi. If you only heard her name, you would probably think that she is an extremely energetic girl who is very popular with her classmates.

But when I saw her on the rooftop, her long hair almost reached the ground. She always wore a simple black hairband tied in a low ponytail at the nape of her neck, like a lady from ancient times.

His body was so gloomy that it seemed as if sorrowful ink was flowing from it.

Her bangs were so long they almost covered most of her face. When she spoke to others, her voice was so low it was barely audible.

There's always someone saying, "Asahi-kun, could you speak a little louder?"

No matter what others said, Aoi's voice was always unheard. Over time, she gradually became estranged from everyone.

It's as if he doesn't exist.

She had almost no friends and no one to talk to. She always came to school alone and left school alone.

Occasionally, other people would talk about her, but they would say in a joking tone, "After our school merges with the schools in Tokyo next year, we won't have to see her anymore."

The nosy girls would then tease her, saying things like, "Hey? Her name sounds like a nice girl."

The others, however, would unanimously say: 'No, no, no, that guy is too gloomy. He's always huddled in a corner like a mushroom, looking like he's about to mold. You can never see his face; he's like a ghost.'

Whenever this topic comes up, they always burst into laughter in unison.

This is true even in front of the sunflower.

There's really nothing to criticize about this, because it's such a commonplace part of daily life.

As I stood at a distance watching Aoi Asahi, I could clearly feel a kind of boiling emotion within her, like a pitch-black flame.

"Lord Xia Wuzhao, this girl's heart is indeed inhabited by a demon. Only by using love to fill the wounds in her heart can the seed of the demon be extracted."

The guy who called himself "Hell Girl" kept babbling in Xia Wukai's ear.

Xia Wuzhao squeezed the thing in her pocket. Although it called itself "Hell Girl," its true form was just a teru teru bozu, the kind of teru teru bozu that hangs under the eaves praying for sunshine.

I call her Xiao Ai.

When I transmigrated to this world, I was an orphan. An old man took me in, but unfortunately he passed away a few days ago, leaving behind only a detached house.

Besides this, he has no other property.

"The Seed of Demons can grant wishes, right?" Xia Wuzhao asked Xiao Ai.

"Yes, Lady Xiawu." Xiao Ai readily admitted.

"Can any wish be granted?" Xia Wuzhao asked.

"I can only grant wishes that are possible," Xiao Ai replied cautiously.

"..." Xia Wuzhao was silent for a while, then said, "If I wish for money, how much money can I get?"

“Three hundred thousand yen. If you wish for money directly, you will only receive three hundred thousand yen.” Ai replied, “But wishing like that is too wasteful. If you wish for 10,000 yen every day, then this wish can last for ninety-nine years.”

"Moreover, wishes can be stacked. If you make two such wishes, you can receive 20,000 yen every day."

"The power of the Demon Seed requires a more refined application to unleash its full potential."

"Well, that's good then," Xia Wuzhao thought. "At least it will make life a little easier."

Xia Wuzhao doesn't have many sources of income right now and can only live on her high school subsidies.

Having made his decision, Xia Wuzhao stopped talking to Xiao Ai and simply looked at the girl squatting in front of the plant.

He walked up to her with a casual air.

The wooden rectangular flower pots were arranged in a row, filled with soft coconut soil.

It was dark and extremely moist.

However, the plants inside were not lush, and some were even wilted.

Despite being a girl in the gardening club and being so diligent, she doesn't take good care of the flowers and plants.

After taking a closer look at the flowers and plants, he felt as if he had found something.

"I can already see the ending."

Something flashed through Xia Wuzhao's mind, but Xiao Ai was completely puzzled.

"Lord Xiawu, have you figured it out yet?"

She asked.

Xia Wuzhao didn't answer in her mind; she simply bent over.

I pinched the soft stem of a plant.

"You really like this plant?"

Xia Wuzhao asked in a detached tone, as if she were not asking a question, but repeating a sentence.

With a slightly sarcastic, even irrelevant, tone.

Aoi Asahi neither answered nor paid any attention.

I just slowly watered it with a watering can, watching the leaves covered with transparent water droplets.

Her hair swayed in the April wind, and occasionally a few strands of her hair would get wet from the kettle.

It became wet and heavy.

Like sharp thorns, they hung down on the side of her face, making one worry that they might scratch her delicate cheeks.

Xia Wuzhao suddenly raised her hand and pulled the entire rhizome out of the soil.

The soil on the roots fell off with a rustling sound, like dust, and sprinkled onto Sunflower's hair and shoulders.

A dark stain appeared on the white sailor uniform.

"what"

He said, "These things are nothing but useless weeds."

Pinch the vines off forcefully, and sap with a grassy smell will flow out.

Xia Wuzhao threw these roots onto the ground.

Asahi stood up abruptly, standing in front of Natsugiri Kai like a straight spear.

With her back ramrod straight, Xia Wuzhao could feel the sharp gaze even through her thick bangs.

There is no anger or resentment in this.

It was a gaze that could be as cold as ice, yet within it churned something pitch black.

Natsugiri Kai simply stood in front of Asahi Aoi and said, "Are you angry now?"

"What do you want to do? Throw a punch at me? Or cower and weep? Or simply leave silently?"

He spoke without any mercy, like a venomous snake spewing its venom.

It was as if she was the one who had done something wrong, not him.

Asahi Aoi simply raised her head, glanced at Natsugiri Kai with her indifferent and inorganic eyes, and then turned and left.

She didn't want to get entangled with such a person.

Looking at Aoi Asahi's retreating figure, Xia Wuzhao casually remarked, "How cowardly Aoi Asahi is."

The only response Xia Wuzhao received was the creaking sound of the door lock.

Xiao Ai kept saying in Xia Wuzhao's mind: "Lord Xia Wuzhao, aren't you going to win her over? But Asahi Aoi must really hate you right now."

Xia Wuzhao, however, seemed nonchalant, saying in the midday sun, "Didn't I already say that?"

"I can already see the ending."

Chapter 2 This is a treatment method that is bitter at first but sweet later.

"The ending? What kind of ending?"

Xiao Ai asked Xia Wuzhao in her mind, but Xia Wuzhao did not reply to Xiao Ai.

He just casually poked at the wet plants.

"Just as I thought."

Xia Wuzhao left the rooftop and went down the stairs.

The building has about four floors, and the first-year high school students are on the second floor.

However, Xia Wuzhao did not go directly back to her classroom. Instead, she went down one floor of the stairs and then followed the connecting corridor to the other side of the club building.

The stairwell here is sealed off, cluttered with messy and noisy tables and chairs. The structure, covered in bluish-gray paint, is like a prison fence, with a clear dividing line between the dusty top and the spotless bottom.

Passing through the dusty, mottled boundary, Xia Wuzhao arrived behind these things.

Behind it, there is not anything particularly remarkable.

It wasn't particularly beautiful or incredible.

On the contrary, it was no different from those tables and chairs piled up in a mess, like prison cages.

The floor was covered in dust, and the tables and chairs were in disarray.

The chair legs, now devoid of their black rubber protective caps, gleamed with a metallic sheen, like haphazard branches standing upright in a narrow, cramped space.

Aoi sat on the only small step, leaning against the cold railing.

Sunlight filtering through the crack in the closed stairwell door drew a horizontal line across the front of her loafers.

Standing at the bottom of the stairs, Natsuki Kai said, "It's been so long since I've been looking for you, Asahi-kun."

Aoi sat in the gray darkness, without looking up.

But the surging malice in his heart was coming over him.

The sunflowers at this time are different from the sunflowers on the rooftop.

She gripped the lever with her fingers and pulled herself up with all her might.

Standing on the steps, the coldness emanating from her indifferent eyes grew out from beneath her thick, barrier-like bangs, slowly wrapping around Xia Wuzhao like thorns.

"Are you really that desperate to get my attention?"

She curled her lips slightly, but her tone was extremely sarcastic: "I don't know where you saw my face, but can you forget it?"

"You're still a bit too narcissistic, Asahi-kun."

—I just want the demon seed inside your body.

Xia Wuzhao said, "In this school, if someone really gets involved with you, everyone will just think that you're playing a prank on that person."

Asahi Aoi gave a disdainful sneer: "Ha, everyone."

She slowly lifted her bangs, as if a grand stage was gradually drawing back its curtains, or as if an unparalleled beauty was gently lifting her veil.

Xia Wuzhao narrowed her eyes, the sound of the wind rattling the iron gate echoing in her ears.