Chapter 5: I like Phyllis the most.

If asked what last-life Aaliyah loved most in those odd black-and-white comics, her answer would be instant—

Soft cuddles!

Yandere axe!

Hypnosis control!

Who wouldn’t love fragrant, soft girls with heart-eyes, axes raised, rubbing together in bliss?

But hearing Phyllis voice such terror, Aaliyah felt chills up her spine.

Legs clamped instinctively.

The angelic girl before her was scarier than a billion murderers!

Hypnotized to mindlessness, locked away as sex slave, ending with Phyllis’s loving backstab…

No way!

Escape!

Decision instant.

Feasible.

Unclear Phyllis’s current strength.

But needing drugs then hypnosis—levels similar.

Easy.

Slip far enough.

Use spell familiarity to erase brand.

Even protagonist with two lives—no quick trace.

Later… plan long-term.

Facing near-mad Phyllis—staying irresponsible.

To live: escape first.

Goal set.

Aaliyah eased from thoughts.

Before: solve hypnosis.

Good: Phyllis blunt about rebirth—saw drugs and spell as absolute success.

Play along.

Thinking, eye-corner brand warmed.

Magic-laden words entered ears—

“Recall, Aaliyah… first dorm entry, door push?”

“Sunlight from sill—I stood there.”

“That moment, her aura, beauty captivated you.”

“You love me above all. Despite status gap, gossip—you swore protect me from mockery, harm.”

“No matter cost: money, friendship, family… even…”

“Your life.”

Phyllis’s words devil-whispered.

Magic from hexagram flowed like tendrils to mind.

Unchecked—sanity gone soon.

Replaced: endless love for her.

Insane.

Hundreds timelines—how miss Phyllis’s yandere potential?

Aaliyah inwardly tsukkomi.

Escape firmer.

Now nurturing idea: saw her as innocent other Aaliyah—revenge unsatisfying, some guilt.

If later found faking, or real last-life heart-player…

Dead meat.

Now, magic surged mind.

Phyllis lightly raised right hand.

Snapped fingers.

Crisp echo faded in quiet room.

Mind chaos calmed.

Spread, fused with her consciousness.

Then silent.

Meanwhile, Aaliyah’s frail body shuddered.

Scattered eyes burst demonic rainbow.

But colors dimmed like ash.

Back to familiar deep blue.

“Should be done?”

Feeling brand-mind link solid, Phyllis released chin.

Satisfied.

“Then, Aaliyah, my love—rise.”

As if casual.

Aaliyah naturally obeyed.

Dared no twitch.

Alas, earlier cuddles shifted silk nightgown strap halfway down.

Luckily caught by full, perky chest curve.

Barely hung—avoided full exposure embarrassment.

But sweat-damp spots faintly showed pink allure below.

Spring light leaked.

Phyllis swallowed.

Heart throb unexplained—next crushed by reason.

“Focus, Phyllis! All revenge… no thoughts for her!”

No hesitation.

Hand fixed strap.

Even turned face—ignored innocent Aaliyah.

My fault?

Inward tsukkomi.

Phyllis returned opposite table.

Sat.

Fingers lightly tapped empty plate twice.

“Feed me.”

Sigh… deadly.

She’d drunk two bowls drugged soup.

Tossed magic—stomach growled.

Fine, to live.

Endure.

Stiff nod.

Aaliyah quickly to side.

Stood proper.

Took silver spoon.

Scooped fried rice.

Carefully to Phyllis’s cherry-red petite lips.

“Mm—”

Phyllis elegantly accepted.

Satisfied hum from throat.

Clear good mood.

No surprise: hypnosis big success.

Even if princess learned stay lucid under drugs/hypnosis—imperial pride wouldn’t allow feeding commoner.

Heh heh heh…

Aaliyah finally in my hands.

Swallowed food.

Phyllis no rush continue.

Right hand propped cheek.

Scrutinized Aaliyah’s fair face.

Moment, ghost-prompted:

“That is, little Ai. You… how see me now?”

Words out—regret.

Knew spell effects.

Suggestion subtle change mind/personality—needs time.

Current Aaliyah obedient—unconscious magic control.

Truly: still princess seeing her as bumpkin?

Self-inflicted—why?

Quick reason.

Phyllis waved dismiss.

But heard girl’s crisp voice:

“Actually… I like Phyllis most.”

“Ah?”