Stalked by a Creepy Monster

Ling Qiu is a nobody scraping by on odd jobs in a cyberpunk world. Unable to get cybernetic implants and surrounded by severe urban pollution, she won't live to see thirty. One rainy night, she brings home a long-limbed man she finds beside a dumpster. His skin is deathly pale, but his face is strikingly handsome. When her friend hears about it, they message her: What kind of person just picks someone up off the street and takes them home? What if he's a criminal? What if he's a pervert? Ling Qiu coolly watches the man at her dining counter stuffing instant noodles into his mouth like a madman, and twists her lips into a crooked smile. Whatever. It's not like she's a good person either. Just to be safe, Ling Qiu locks him up. She never expects him to escape anyway. After that, she starts receiving strange, harassing messages on a regular basis. [You'd look great with long hair. Maybe skip the hair salon next month.] [Just got out of the shower?] [You're so good at flirting. Are you going to sleep with him?] Ling Qiu reads the messages, hacks into the System without hesitation, and starts a video call with the sender. The call connects at once. She catches sight of a shadowy figure, then hears a frantic clatter as the other person fumbles around before abruptly hanging up. Ling Qiu types: Getting shy already, pervert? ^ ^ Bonus Scene The longer Ling Qiu spends with him, the more she realizes that he's not only completely ignorant about sex, but also clueless about everyday life. “This is boba,” she tells him, pointing at the dark stuff in her milk tea. “It's soft, and you can chew it.” She isn't sure if he understands. Ling Qiu takes a sip of her tea and gets ready to chew the second pearl. But just then, he bends down and whispers in her ear, “I want to chew the one in your mouth.” Ling Qiu: “...” The male lead has a handsome human appearance. A hacker heroine x a monster hero who's strong on offense, weak on defense, and gradually becomes a doting caretaker. A touch of Lovecraftian elements. ※Pre-release of a similar gloomy ghost hero, Years After My Girlfriend Died※ Lu Yanning never imagined that one day she would be haunted by a ghost. The thing is gaunt and tall, blotting out the sky. It appears in her dreams like a nightmare, countless hands reaching for her and clutching her ankles as they drag her down. With a cold, breathy voice and a sticky, wet way of speaking, it whispers in her ear, but she can never make out what it's saying. The hospital examines her and finds nothing wrong with her mental health. With no other choice, Lu Yanning carries on as usual. Fortunately, aside from those strange dreams, her life isn't much affected, until She falls in love at first sight with an older student. So tall, so warm, so gentle... Older student, ah, so tall, so familiar... Older student, ah... so beloved... Lu Yanning stops and looks up at the twisted, damp body crouched behind the older student. At last, she is certain she has met a quack. And at last, she hears what it's saying... “Found you.” - He has lost track of how long it's been, but at last, he has found her, even if he is no longer alive. Years ago, on another day just as clear and bright, he proposed to her after she graduated from college. It went smoothly, and he began making the wedding preparations he'd always hoped for. But he never expected the sudden arrival of the apocalypse to ruin all their plans. Though he did everything he could to escape with her, in the end, he could only watch her die in his arms. He struggled for a long time to earn the chance to start over. He found her, and the version of himself from this timeline. Then he began quietly, little by little, bringing the two of them together. That was how it was supposed to go. But gradually, he found himself getting jealous, consumed by a wild, maddening envy. He had gone through all this trouble to make it happen. So why wasn't he the one holding her? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?... - It is terrifying. That twisted, damp ghost has become her worst nightmare. Cold, clammy, sticky: the feeling is everywhere, wrapping around her. Whenever night falls, she hears the ghost whisper in her ear, “Was it fun going on a date with him today?” “Tonight, it's my turn.” Theme: Strive hard and pursue happiness.