The Plot Fell Apart After the Yandere Crown Prince Turned Evil

With a blade of foxtail grass between her lips, the woman planted one foot on the man’s piano bench and jiggled her leg. “Come on, sing me a tune. If I like it, I’ll reward you with silver.”

The man’s brow furrowed slightly. The woman before him wore tattered clothes, with scraps of fabric hanging from her. A breeze swept through, making them flutter as she swayed in the wind. “Miss, you can’t force a melon to ripen. It won’t taste sweet.”