Chapter 417: The Yandere Who Puts on Makeup at Midnight

He turned swiftly, the sound of running water still audible from the bathroom, but unbeknownst to him, Otome Mizuko had already stepped out, draped in a bath towel.

A gleaming fruit knife was in her delicate little hand.

"Yumeko, what are you doing with the knife?"

Haruka Yuzan backed away, his attention focused entirely on the blade in her hand.

At this moment, Otome Mizuko licked her crimson lips. She stood regal and graceful as if she were a delicate flower blooming in rotten soil, stained by the darkness of night.

Her skin, pale as snow, glowed with a sickly pallor, a few stray locks of hair falling across her forehead, not quite concealing those enchantingly soul-capturing eyes.

"Haruka, why are you nervous?"

Her voice was soft, with an underlying streak of madness.

"I'm not nervous, it's just that holding a knife in the middle of the night is quite frightening."

Haruka Yuzan calmed his inner turmoil and stepped off the bed to approach the young lady.