Livestreaming Devotion: My Lolita Wife Is a Yandere

[The top donor killed me, and I was reborn as his sweetheart]

In my previous life, I was the softest, most obedient little loli streamer in the room, pampered like a princess by top donor S.

Then the apocalypse game arrived. I took a blade for him, but he turned around and stabbed it through my throat:

"The rules say only one of us can survive. The person I love has to be someone I kill with my own hands."

Reborn at eighteen.

I'm still that same adorable little loli, coquettishly calling to the camera, "Brother S, come play!"

No one knows that at midnight, I turn into a mature woman in the horror game, using a chainsaw to kill my way out and smiling as I lick the blood.

In this life, I've bonded with a contrast System:

On the surface, it gives me cute-and-cuddly tasks. In reality, it wants me to push, one by one, the people who betrayed me in my previous life into the abyss.

That coldhearted top donor: I'll make him fall in love with me first, then dig out his heart with my own hands.

But the way he looks at me is getting stranger and stranger.

In a dungeon, he corners me against the wall and grips my chin:

"Who are you, really?"

I blink my innocent round eyes and smile, sweet and crazy:

"Didn't you say you have to kill the person you love with your own hands?"

"This time, I'll be the one who kills you."

[Unhinged loli vs. chaste, lovesick yandere]

[Livestream survival × love and murder × everyone is sweet on the outside, dark within]

[I thought I was the one seducing him, until he got down on his knees and begged me not to leave]