Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

"That's all? I had higher expectations for you than that!"

The boy pursed his lips and remained silent. He rolled over on the ground, pulled out another hidden weapon from the forest, which he had made using tools from his backpack and materials from the mountains. Two sharp stones were tied to a rope, which he used as a boomerang, spinning it as he threw it at her.

Xia Yanle landed with a smile and stepped back, but unexpectedly, she stepped into a pit.

She exclaimed "Oh!" and turned her head to see what kind of trap it was when the boy pounced on her, putting a plastic bag precisely over her head. The plastic bag looked thin but was actually sturdy; it stuck to her face with just one breath, putting her into a state of oxygen deprivation.

Even a child could grip the plastic bag tightly, looping it around her neck and tightening it. His eyes were lifeless, and as she reached out to pull the plastic bag away, another wooden fork came crashing down on her heart.

The boy spoke angrily.

"You weird, perverted monster, how dare you kiss a minor child, you beautiful, big-skinned freak—!"

He wasn't even fooled by that little monster!

Xx

My dear yanderes, I'm going out today, so this is the only update for now.

I'm going to play hide-and-seek too! (*'▽｀)◇ゞ

Chapter Eleven: The Great Dragon Eats the Little Tiger (4K)

The plastic bag suddenly swelled up like a balloon and burst, but the sound was negligible due to the surrounding thunder and lightning. Xia Yanle's long hair suddenly spread out, like the hair of a water nymph, swaying gently.

She gripped the wooden fork that was about to fall on her heart with one hand, and touched her unusually bright red lips with the other. Her eyes were not bright, but she could not hide her excitement.

"...It was just a kiss on the cheek." The tone was sarcastic and amused.

She did indeed bend down and kiss him at that moment.

I felt that his unruly, dull eyes, reflected on his thin face, gave rise to a kind of bloodthirstiness that had not yet been covered by the rationality that came with maturity, and the cruelty of someone who was born without the ability to empathize.

Ah, she was so happy, she was so happy, her blood was boiling.

"You're amazing! You're the best, Mr. Weiran!"

But the kiss eventually landed gently on her cheek.

As for lips, she still prefers to kiss Mr. Weiran, whom she grew up with.

After all, she's never kissed anyone before.

Giving your first kiss to a child is a real waste.

Mr. Weiran is so stubborn, what would it feel like to kiss him?

But this thought did not stop her from teasing the enraged Xiao Weiran at this moment.

"No way, no way, is there really a boy who's never been kissed on the cheek in his entire life?"

Although it was her first time kissing someone on the cheek.

Previously, she only felt disgusted and never wanted to be close to relatives, especially children.

Too small, too soft, and prone to crying and fussing, unable to stand up on its own.

Yandere dislike weak things.

I like things that I can play with without restraint.

She laughed mockingly as she pulled herself out from under the boy, floating past him. Xiao Weiran displayed astonishing self-control, quickly calming down after a moment of rage. Her emotions rose and fell wildly, and as she rolled to the ground, she grabbed a handful of mud mixed with gravel and threw it directly into Xia Yanle's eyes.

As Xia Yanle swept away the sand, he pulled out a handful of steel bars that he had found in the woods and had been secretly abandoned. The bars were covered in rusty reddish-brown, but the tips were gleaming. They were pointed right at his face.

There was no surprise, fear, or terror in his eyes—no emotions a normal person would have.

A lack of empathy is not only reflected in general positive emotions.

It will also manifest in negative emotions, with fear being the first emotion to be isolated.

This made Xiao Weiran even more cold and aloof when facing Xia Yanle, whose abilities were clearly abnormal.

As for running away or giving up? Those are not options for him.

In the face of such a colossal monster that far surpasses even small monsters, there is no point in running away.

She was in high spirits and just wanted to play with him without causing him any harm.

To put it simply, in a game, it's like a boss that never fights back.

That's easy. He can try many things and eventually kill her.

You can't run away from a monster, you can't turn your back on her—

The moment you try to escape, you've already lost.

Xia Yanle dodged left and right, managing to chat and laugh leisurely even amidst the torrential rain in the woods.

"Hey, Mr. Weiran, have you ever thought about what you'll be like when you grow up?"

"No," he answered quickly.

"Have some imagination, think about it!" She raised her hand, and the steel bar immediately shortened by one section.

The boy's eyes darkened, and he continued his attack with the rusted steel bar. She also kept raising her hand, and the steel bar shortened inch by inch until only the handle remained. It was useless except for holding it in her palm. Only then did he stop attacking and throw the weapon, which had lost all its durability, aside.

I blinked and felt rainwater run into my eyes, causing a slight sting.

“...But there is one thing I want to do,” he replied.

In truth, he was also wondering to himself why he had to talk to the monster.

But strangely, from these confrontational actions, he suddenly felt something indescribable—

Vague, indescribable.

Xia Yanle stood five steps away from him, arms crossed, tilting her head to look at him.

"Oh, what is it?"

"...Play games."

Xia Yanle couldn't help but laugh.

So, is this wave of people determined to act early?

The rain was loud and pattering, which should have drowned out her laughter, but Xiao Weiran could hear it clearly.

He showed no emotional reaction to the laughter.

Whether she was mocking him or praising him, he didn't really feel it.

Because he doesn't feel anything whether others laugh at him or praise him, he doesn't like to talk about his own affairs with others.

Since I don't care about your response, why should I say anything more to you?

He just wanted to say it, so he said it.

“Because I have no friends,” he replied with a shrug.

“I have people who pretend to be friends, but I don’t have any friends.”

He could understand why others laughed or cried, but he couldn't feel that "experience".

Even in a crowd, there is a thick barrier between them and others.

So he plays games, lots of games, games are his only friend.

I want to make the games I like in the future.

Xia Yanle chuckled again. She floated in mid-air, resting her chin on her hand, and thought of the gray-haired youth who had rushed over from the bar late at night.

I kindly reminded him.

"Maybe it will happen in the future?"

And it's a really, really good one.

But Xiao Weiran frowned.

"No, I never want to experience 'friendship' again."

He's had enough.

He looked up at the sky. These mountain thunderstorms wouldn't last long. The dark clouds had thinned considerably, the thunder had faded, and the rain, which had been as small as peas, was gradually becoming gentler and less painful on his body.

They agreed to play hide-and-seek before the rain stopped.

"It's not over yet, let's continue."

He ran seven or eight meters to the right, then lay down on the ground and reached out to feel for the bushes on the low slope, where he was hiding as well.

His hand was suddenly grasped; a soft, slightly warm, and damp little hand, like a snake with body heat, coiled around him and wouldn't let go.

Excited laughter echoed from within the dim bushes, and the girl's heterochromatic eyes gleamed.

"Hey, I found you."

"Xiao Ran, Xiao Guang is here to take you home—"

Let's go!

Xx

He had heard this phrase very familiarly over the past few days.

And each time, the outcome was the same: he was caught and taken back.

There was nothing he could do. He was completely unfamiliar with the area around the factory, and she had forcibly taken away his backpack. He had no tools, no food, and was exhausted, fighting like a cornered beast.

To prevent him from escaping, she only provided him with the bare minimum for survival.

The little girl looked at him with the same innocent eyes as when they first met, and the dimples on her cheeks radiated sweetness.

It was as if nothing had ever happened between them.

He met her on the third day of his stay in his hometown.

He didn't like staying at home. His grandmother was very kind, but her constant care and concern made him very uncomfortable.

He carried his bag and wandered around, but he didn't like going to crowded places; he only went into the forest.

The girl appeared at that time.

Her name is Mingguang.