Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

"Thank you, Mr. Wei Ran... Oh no, you're practically a kidnapper now, I shouldn't be thanking you." Her voice was two decibels lower than a typical girl's, not crisp, with a slightly husky quality, but it was like fine sand polished by water, soft and delicate.

The bound person was completely unaware of her surroundings, acting as if she were a guest. She even tucked her long hair behind her ears and sat in the chair, looking around. She wore a well-fitting white shirt with an academic air, the top button fastened tightly, and a black pencil skirt that, although knee-length, made her curves appear extremely sexy.

Her fair legs, exposed below the knees, were barefoot because she had been kidnapped at the last minute—Bai Weiran stared at her for a second longer before looking away.

Bai Weiran has a bit of a foot fetish.

Xia Yanle has the most beautiful legs he has ever seen.

“…I’ll ask you to stay here for now,” he said, his tone becoming more cautious as he reiterated the accommodation agreement.

Xia Yanle opened her eyes and listened patiently to him finish speaking, then asked a question in return.

"Based on what you said before, are you here to correct my improper dating behavior and to cure me?"

"……Yes."

"Then please show me your proof! Your academic qualifications, or a therapist certificate or something."

"...?"

Noticing Bai Weiran's stunned expression, Xia Yan smiled, revealing two endearing and adorable dimples on her face.

"That's reasonable, isn't it? Even when we go to see a psychologist, we have to make sure that the other person is a graduate of a regular college and that their academic qualifications are genuine. If you don't provide relevant proof, how can I believe that you can help me? I don't object to you saying that you want to help me, but you still have to provide corresponding evidence."

It was tricky and difficult right from the start.

But Bai Weiran answered after only two seconds of silence.

“I’m neither a graduate of a relevant college nor a certified therapist. I don’t meet the conventional standards you’re looking for, but I have successfully helped several girls like you.”

He has successfully completed two of the three tasks so far.

There's a two-thirds probability, and the one-third loss isn't even his personal problem.

He is also working hard to make amends.

To be more realistic, a corporate slave knows how to avoid the difficult and focus on the easy, and to play to their strengths and avoid their weaknesses.

Xia Yanle exclaimed "Oh!" upon hearing this.

"...So before me, have you met any other girls like me?"

As she spoke, her fair and soft feet gently stepped on each other, her toes pink and delicate.

Bai Weiran glanced at it and then politely looked away.

"Yes."

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you or bully you. I just hope you can leave your junior for now and stay here to think carefully about your relationship."

"Think about our relationship?" She smiled again.

This was the first time Bai Weiran had met a mission target, and it was the first time they had smiled so much.

I'm not used to not getting scolded.

"Why don't we think about our relationship first?"

"If you want to help me, I won't object, but you have to let me trust you to some extent..."

After Xia Yanle finished speaking, she turned around, picked up the paper and pen on the table, and casually placed them on her lap to draw.

Her attitude was nonchalant, and her demeanor elegant and serene, almost mesmerizing to behold.

She's a yandere.

Bai Weiran reminded himself.

Then he realized that this was the second time he had reminded himself of the fact that Xia Yanle was a yandere.

It's as if they'd forget if they weren't reminded.

"It's finished."

Xia Yanle turned the paper over and presented him with a simple sketch.

It was a woman, with her back to the camera, looking at the sunset in the distance.

"…Mr. Wei Ran, I'd like to ask you, what do you think this woman's feelings are right now?"

**

I accidentally posted this chapter in the wrong place. Brothers, please don't buy Chapter 22 of Volume 3; it's a duplicate chapter. I'm currently requesting that it be blocked.

Chapter Three: She Escaped the Dark Room

Bai Weiran took the drawing paper and sighed inwardly.

He's truly a genius; even his casual sketches are excellent.

He looked at the drawing for almost a minute before putting it down. The person he had been kidnapped was leaning on the table with his elbow on the table and his face propped up with one hand, looking at him with a scrutinizing gaze.

"...This woman, I think, probably wants to die."

Xia Yanle was surprised for a few seconds.

"Why do you think that?"

“It’s simple, because she’s standing on a bridge.” Bai Weiran pointed to the simply outlined background lines.

Seeing the surprise in Xia Yanle's eyes, which she didn't want to show, he knew he was right.

His younger sister, Bai Shimo, was an art student until high school.

But before entering her senior year of high school, she suddenly announced that she no longer wanted to draw, gave up the top art academy that was within her grasp, and focused on ordinary subjects instead, and then got into a top-ranked university.

And she used to love playing this kind of game with him.

She draws, he guesses.

"Brother, do you know? Paintings are magical things. Although we can see everything on them at a glance, it's still easy to overlook some obvious things."

Many people, upon seeing this image, immediately empathize with the woman in the picture, gazing at the sunset, and then delve into the meaning of the sunset, forgetting the obvious position the woman is in.

A woman stood by a bridge.

That's a boundary where you could fall into the water from a great height with just one push forward.

Considering Xia Yanle's act of trying to burn the scumbag man alive with her, it's not hard to deduce the reason.

She has a strong tendency toward self-destruction.

"........."

"You should get some rest today!"

Bai Weiran didn't say much. It's enough to stop when dealing with overly clever people. If you're right, you should know when to stop. Saying more will only make you more likely to make a mistake.

The emotional setbacks experienced after leaving a jerk are like taking bitter medicine. The medicine is very bitter, so you have to wrap it in sugar and coax it down.

Yu Mengmeng's smooth progress in her mission made him realize that as long as the right approach is taken, the mission is not as difficult as he had imagined.

He also needs to rethink what kind of homework he should assign to Xia Yanle.

He left the room.

Xia Yanle slowly sat up straight.

She picked up a sheet of drawing paper that Bai Weiran had carefully placed on the table.

She was surprised that he could guess so accurately on the first try.

But so what?

There are so many people in this world, there will always be someone who is right, and there will always be someone who understands her, but the question is whether she wants to accept that understanding.

She tore the drawing paper in half, then into four, then into eight, and then scattered the pieces across the sky like autumn snow. She walked to the door, gently touched the handle, and tried a few times, but the doorknob didn't budge.

She pulled her hand back and looked towards the edge of the balcony.

She walked to the balcony and reached out to touch an invisible barrier.

She smiled, pushed forward again, and the invisible barrier was pierced through in the next second.

Bai Weiran had just returned to the real world and poured himself a glass of water. Before he could even drink it, his phone started vibrating incessantly. Startled, he quickly picked it up.

[Warning! Your target, S-rank girl Xia Yanle, has escaped from the room you created.]

[Warning! Your target, S-rank girl Xia Yanle, has escaped from the room you created.]

Bai Weiran: ...Holy crap.

Is this what an S-class being with special abilities is like?

Locked up, yet it still manages to escape!?

Xx

Xia Yanle walked along the brightly lit sidewalk.

Many passersby looked at her bare feet with puzzled expressions.

But she didn't care about the stares and kept walking forward.

Her goal was Qin Yun's home.

She deduced that the masked man had already taken Qin Yun home.

Although she was thwarted once, it did not deter her determination.

Regardless of who this masked man is, where he comes from, or what he wants to do, she has no intention of listening to him.

No one was home at Qin Yun's house today, except for him, who had just been sent back.

She plans to come again.

Once she's made up her mind to do something, no one else can easily sway her.

She walked and walked, and the place where she landed after leaving the room was a bit far from Qin Yun's house. She had no phone and no money on her. Since she had originally planned to go down with the tide, she naturally didn't want to keep these material possessions. It took her two hours to reach the entrance of the community where Qin Yun's house was located.

In late autumn, a golden osmanthus tree was in full bloom, filling the air with its fragrance.

She stood still, took a deep breath, and then continued walking into the residential area.

The security guard was dozing off and didn't notice her at all. Even if he did, there were plenty of slackers among the security guards in the community who would turn a blind eye and never bother to investigate.