The day I moved on from my crush — who worked as a rental girlfriend — I ended up with a yandere

I made up a lie that I needed to visit Izumi along with Tomoya-san and left my house with the older man in his car.

Truth be told, I was quite stiff right now, sitting inside a Bentley, which again reminded me how rich these people are.

Talking about Ichihara…I thought about Tsumiki-san.

Tsumiki-san and I were close. Well, we never texted each other after I stopped working but until I was working for the Ichihara family, I got along with Tsumiki-san fairly well.

That’s why, when I heard she has again isolated herself, I got restless.

I have seen what mental trauma she has gone through and how difficult it was for her to finally step out of that darkness where her traitorous friend pushed her.

The song her friend stole from her was still one of the trending songs on all the major music platforms. That explains how much it must have hurt her seeing the song she worked on doing so well and yet the world was appreciating someone else for it.

Someone once stole a joke and made everyone laugh in the class, and I didn’t talk to that guy for months.

That’s why, I couldn’t even begin to imagine what emotions she must have gone through.

But near the end of my service period, I felt she was changing…getting better at interacting with people, and she was opening up to her mother, too.

But then…what changed?

“I returned just a week ago, and ever since, I have been trying everything in my power to get her out of her room…but nothing is working,” Tomoya-san said, his gaze fixed on the moving scenery outside.

I exhaled a sigh before asking the man, “Has she not said what suddenly happened? Did someone come to meet her from her school?”

Tsumiki-san’s school life wasn’t particularly easy either. She was the quiet type, always searching for a quiet corner since she didn’t like to talk to people in general.

Many were jealous of her looks and background, and after a certain incident, people started openly mocking and bullying her.

Tsumiki-san might appear perfect in others’ eyes, but after getting to know her better, I realized how many wounds she hides.

Wounds given to her by her classmates, relatives, and her trusted friend.

Tomoya-san’s shoulders sank as he said, “That’s the sad part, Kazuki-kun. I don’t have a single clue what exactly happened that pushed my daughter back in that corner from where you pulled her.”

I lowered my gaze.

I just hope I can somehow ease this man’s concern and get to talk to her.

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[Satsuki’s POV:]

“Haah…” I was currently sitting in the same cafe where I usually come with those who rent me, but today, I wasn’t on a date.

I was with a few of those who work for the same firm.

“You still can’t reach him?” One of them, Kurumi, asked me.

I shook my head, “He isn’t picking up my phone.” It was getting a little frustrating. And I know for sure that, despite how wrong it would be, I would lash out at Kazuki the moment I see him.

“Man, he is a sore loser, I tell you.” The girl beside me, Miyuri, spoke up, “You clearly aren’t into dating and stuff and yet he keeps chasing you like a dog.”

I glared at the girl, “Be mindful of how you speak of him, Miyuri.”

She snickered, “Yeah, like you talk any differently with him.”

I growled, “I can abuse him all I want but that’s my right, not yours. So know your limits.”

Kazuki was mine to abuse. I can curse him, slap him, and hurt him all I want, and I know I would somehow make it up to him. But I can’t stand someone else doing that to my Kazuki.

He is mine and mine alone.

I might have hurt him yesterday by not arriving on time, but I know exactly how to coax him; I always succeed in getting him back.

I know I am being unreasonable, and if I really care about him, I should have stopped working as a rental girlfriend already. But I don’t want to sacrifice my hobby for anyone, including Kazuki. But I love him too much to let him go.

He can be mad with me all he wants, but sooner or later, he was going to fall back where he was.

‘Well, I guess I should give him some space for the time being…’

….little did I know what grave mistake I had committed by not reaching out to him that day.

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A/N:- Thanks for reading. She is…twisted.