Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

"Yang An, if sincerity can't move you..."

Jiang Nianxi said calmly, walking backward while exerting force with her right hand.

"Then let your body go numb, get used to my presence, get used to our tight embrace."

"Well!"

Pulled like that, Yang An almost immediately fell to the ground.

Jiang Nianxi grabbed him, dragging him along the ground towards the bedroom they had just managed to escape from.

The cold ground scraped against his bare upper body.

It hurts, it hurts terribly.

He tried to resist, but as soon as Jiang Nianxi noticed his movement, she immediately pulled him forcefully, interrupting his actions.

"Jiang Nianxi, I was wrong. I won't leave. I apologize for my actions."

Yang An stared at the familiar bedroom door, his unease almost overflowing.

Every scene at noon, every detail, seemed to be completely etched into his mind.

No matter how much you want to forget, it's simply impossible.

He didn't want to experience that nightmare again.

"Let me go, I really won't run away anymore. You can hit me, you can yell at me..."

"Jiang Nianxi, why are you doing this to me? Damn it, what the hell did I do wrong?! Let go of me, let go..."

"Jiang Nianxi! You crazy woman, you're insane! I won't let you get away with this!"

The bedroom door was slammed shut.

"bump."

This sound seemed to separate the inner and outer spaces.

Through the poorly soundproofed door, one could faintly hear Yang An's extremely panicked shouts and curses.

"We're classmates... Don't you remember? I once saved your life..."

"Jiang Nianxi, you're a madman! Once I escape, I'll make you pay!"

Yang An was dragged onto the bed, and his hands were once again pressed firmly above his head.

Struggling, shouting, resisting.

No amount of effort can shake Jiang Nianxi's resolve in the slightest.

She simply parted her red lips slightly, quietly watching the young man writhing beneath her.

If cursing works.

She is undoubtedly the most qualified person to speak on this matter.

She smiled.

She began to remove her coat with one hand.

As Yang An watched this scene, his pupils suddenly shrank, and the range of his movements became even greater.

"Jiang Nianxi, you'll die a horrible death! You'll go to hell!"

Knowing he couldn't stop it, he simply yelled.

"hell?"

Jiang Nianxi's hand followed the perfect curves of her body, gradually sliding down until it touched the button seam of her skirt.

With the final barrier removed, the two were just one step away from taking the final step.

She lay on his chest, lowered her eyes, and breathed hot, moist air onto his lips.

The gas seeped into Yang An's mouth through the gap between his lips.

She smiled, lowered her head slightly, and whispered in his ear:

"Of course I'll go to hell, so... let's go together?"

"You'll regret everything you've done today. I swear, once I get out of here, I won't let you get away with this..."

"As long as I'm with you, I will never regret it."

She laughed freely.

She won't regret it.

will never.

Why would someone who is already in hell be afraid of returning to hell?

Under Yang An's horrified gaze, Jiang Nianxi slowly lowered her waist and let out a soft groan.

……

The night was long.

On the other side in the distance, the window was open.

In the empty bedroom, the acceptance letter, which had been tucked into the bookshelf, was gently blown off by the evening breeze and fell to the ground.

"Clatter!"

He threw the letters on the desk to the ground.

They overlapped, yet no one paid them any attention.

However, the moonlight was hazy.

The four exposed gilded characters of "Xuancheng University" were still reflecting the faint afterglow of the setting sun.

……

Yang An's screams filled the latter half of the night as it drew to a close.

The experience at noon had left Yang An feeling physically and mentally exhausted.

Jiang Nianxi's unrestrained demands were practically putting him on a hot plate.

That night, Jiang Nianxi didn't give him any room to move around at all.

They don't even have the right to roll around in bed.

He was pinned down and violently taken from him the entire time.

Later on, Yang An couldn't even feel anything in his hands and legs.

It felt as if my whole body was completely numb.

When he really couldn't continue, Jiang Nianxi had no intention of letting him go.

He screamed because he felt real pain rushing to his brain.

What started as shouting and cursing gradually turned into humble pleas.

"Jiang Nianxi, please let me go... I'll do whatever you say from now on... Please..."

However, all that followed was Jiang Nianxi's heavy breathing, her face flushed.

"Well!"

……

When the belated daylight finally arrived, Yang An's somewhat frozen eyes moved slightly.

It wasn't that it sensed the light.

The bedroom curtains were always drawn tightly, and not a single ray of light could penetrate even at sunrise.

The reason Yang An knew it was morning was because his biological clock, ingrained in him since high school, was starting to remind him.

His body was covered with red marks and bruises from being pinched hard.

Especially on the thigh, there is a very thick swollen mark.

That was the result of Jiang Nianxi pressing down on him with her legs for a long time last night in order to keep him in place.

The culprit behind all this is now lying on its side next to Yang An, like a koala, tightly hugging his body, fast asleep.

Upon closer inspection, her face still seemed to retain the flush from not long ago.

It is the lingering aftertaste, the tranquility that comes after satisfaction.

Yang An swore that what happened yesterday was absolutely the most humiliating and terrifying thing for him.

From boy to real man.

This made him extremely resistant to such things.

He never imagined that one day, his former deskmate and female classmate with whom he studied would forcibly take everything from him.

He opened his mouth, trying to utter any syllable from his throat.

All I got in return were some meaningless growls.

His voice, at least for now, is so hoarse that he can't utter a complete sentence.

Yang Anxin felt utterly hopeless. Although sensation in his limbs was gradually returning, he still didn't want to make any movements.

tired.

pain.

Not only was I mentally tormented, but I was also physically extremely uncomfortable.

He felt an unprecedented emptiness.

The tingling and numb sensations in various parts of his body gave him the illusion that he was about to float up into the air.

Why, why!

He screamed wildly in his heart.

Why is it that even though the other person is just a woman, I can't resist at all!

Is she a monster?!

Jiang Nianxi woke up after lying down for less than an hour.

He rubbed his eyes and gave a small yawn.

"Hmm... Yang An?"

If it weren't for yesterday's crazy day, this adorable, feminine demeanor would be incredibly endearing.

Even without makeup, her bare face is enough to make people swoon.

Yang An merely glanced at her coldly, then turned his head away, refusing to look at her again.

Once deep wounds are etched, they cannot be erased so easily.