Haruko's strength wasn't great, but it gripped Lala's wrist painfully.
Those scarlet eyes were like the vertical pupils of a crazed cat, instilling fear.
Lala was also startled. The hand pulling her hair suddenly tightened, and she gnashed her teeth in anger, roaring, "What did you say? You dare to talk back to me?!"
"Don't you know who the master of this place is? Say one more word and see if I don't scratch your face!"
"Slap—!"
Another heavy slap landed on Haruko's face.
Her face gradually reddened, and streaks of bright red overflowed from the corner of her mouth. Her drooping hair covered half of her eye, making it impossible to see Haruko's expression.
After the slap, Lala's anger, born from fear of that gaze, gradually dissipated.
She sneered, "No matter how much you glare, you're still that trash."
"Presumably, it was Ichiko who gave you courage, right?"
She snorted coldly, her tone vicious, "She's like you, not a good person. She puts on a pure act, emitting that uncontrollable foxy smell everywhere, hmph!"
"If I couldn't beat her, she would have become a dog long ago, just like you and that guy behind me."
She spat on the floor, but didn't notice Haruko's face growing increasingly gloomy.
She continued, "Relying on her good looks to seduce people everywhere, it's sickening. But I see she seems to care a lot about you."
Saying that, she lifted Haruko's face again, hooking her chin, "Tell me, if I used you to threaten Ichiko, what would she do? Would she care about you?"
Haruko slowly opened her eyes. A pair of cat-like vertical pupils emitted a red glow in the dim room. Her voice was hoarse, "The answer to your question, I want to know too..."
"What did you say?"
Lala frowned.
Haruko started laughing, red silver lines overflowing from the corners of her lips, streaming down her chin. She no longer maintained the act of being weak and wronged from being bullied.
It was as if she had forgotten her plan.
"Didn't you want to scratch my face? Why don't you just do it?"
Haruko leaned her face closer, reaching out to grip one of Lala's hands again. The strength came from who knew where.
She forcefully pried open the hand Lala was using to pull her hair.
She leaned even closer to her, their noses mere millimeters apart.
"You... what are you doing?" Lala was scared by her eyes and involuntarily took a step back.
What kind of eyes were those?
Unlike human pupils, they were somewhat demonic and Stand up (shù qǐ lái - stood up), as if emitting a blood-red light. Just looking at them made one feel fear.
Like a fierce wolf protecting its cub.
No, that's not right!
It was more like the look of a tiny wolf cub fiercely protecting its mother after she was injured.
Out of biological instinct.
However, Haruko took another step closer. The knife in Lala's hand poked her face.
Creating a small wound.
It drew blood.
Unlike the bright red that flowed when she was beaten.
This was blood from Haruko actively approaching the knife, and combined with those demonic scarlet pupils, it was incredibly chilling.
Haruko exhaled warm air, reaching out to touch the knife, as gently as if stroking a lover, "What, scared? Or are you just bluffing?"
"You... don't come any closer!"
Lala suddenly sat on the ground, holding the knife forward with both hands.
This was a self-protective posture.
She was scared.
She even had a feeling that if she actually pushed the knife forward, Haruko would actively meet it!
There wasn't a trace of fear in this person's eyes.
How did this resemble someone who had been bullied for three years?
Aura is a very strange thing, especially when facing the unknown or something against common sense. The human brain will temporarily enter a self-protective state.
Commonly known as... crashing.
It's like when a person faces death. Everyone knows they should run quickly, but fear permeates their body, making them unable to move an inch.
Lala had that feeling now.
Haruko's eyes.
They seemed to want to...
Eat people!
The offense and defense shifted.
Haruko smiled hideously, "Lala, you're also a bully who's afraid of the tough and picks on the weak. Today, I called you here specifically to let you bully me. Those few slaps and that punch had a lot of force, I'm very satisfied!"
"But!" Haruko took a step forward, "You said things about Ichiko that made me very unhappy. Although I'm not a yandere and don't really like her, she is currently my only reliance for survival."
"How great an achievement is it to conquer the female lead!" Haruko muttered to herself, her expression gradually becoming excited, "Characters like us, small supporting roles and cannon fodder, are only meant to pave the way for the protagonist. But do you know, even so, Ichiko still shines her light on supporting characters like us."
"Precisely because she knew what the original owner did was so excessive, Ichiko still forgave me and treated me gently. What a wonderful girl she is."
"Unlike the person I once loved, who betrayed me even after I gave everything."
"You don't know what it feels like to have a pierced heart plugged up by someone else, do you?"
"Bullying the kind?!"
Haruko stood up and suddenly grabbed Lala's small knife.
Lala frantically tried to pull the knife away, "Let go!"
The small knife didn't move. The tip was held tightly by Haruko.
Warm liquid surged from her palm to her wrist. Lala was shocked to find that she couldn't pull the small knife back.
Wasn't she in pain?
With a'swish', the handle slipped from her hand.
The small knife was held in Haruko's hand in a reverse grip. Drops of red dripped from the tip, and the smell in the air was pungent.
"You don't even dare to make a move?"
Haruko sneered, lifting the hair from her forehead and placing the tip of the knife on the line of her forehead above her eyebrow.
"Sizzle—"
A bright red, dripping straight line was drawn from above her left eyebrow to the right.
The liquid that emerged was like water droplets on glass, sliding over her eyelids and down her cheeks.
At this moment, Haruko's face was a brilliant, chilling sight.
Her strange vertical pupils reflected a scarlet color, and a bizarre smile lifted the corners of her lips, "If you don't do it, how will others know I was bullied when they come later?"
"As for you!" Haruko took a large stride forward, straddling Lala's legs, looking down at her from above, "Hitting me is one thing, but why say so many words? To vent your feelings as a victor?"
Playing with the small knife in her hand, crimson drops fell onto Lala's skin, burning hot.
Haruko said leisurely, "Actually, there's one thing you said that I think is quite right. I also really want to know what kind of reaction Ichiko would have if my life were used as a threat."
But there's also one thing I think is wrong.
Her eyes suddenly sharpened, "You said you wanted to train Ichiko into a dog?"
"Don't you know? She's mine!"
"Even if she turns into a dog, she's still mine!"
In this world, only the female lead could allow her to avoid being targeted by other male leads and successfully survive.
This was the destiny of a villain cannon fodder that had to be changed!
"Hey, you, close the window. I'm afraid she'll scream too loudly later."
Haruko looked coldly at the follower with disheveled hair and a gloomy face.
Then, she extended her small tongue and licked the blade, "How about you try the taste of hitting me just now? How about it?"
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