Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

If Mengmeng wants to monopolize Weiran's brother, then she should make dealing with her her top priority.

But now, Mengmeng doesn't move, doesn't resist, and doesn't talk back; she just clings tightly to her brother Weiran.

Her red eyes, darting around incessantly, revealed a sense of anxiety and unease.

She was more like a secret agent protecting her brother Weiran, facing a world where every bush and tree seemed like a potential enemy.

They were enemies, but also friends, so Qin Ning understood Mengmeng better than anyone else.

As soon as she walked behind the sofa, Mengmeng, who was pressed against Bai Weiran's left chest, suddenly opened her eyes.

They looked at each other, speechless.

Qin Ning pulled off the snow-white bath towel she was using to dry her hair, looked back expressionlessly, and her attitude lacked the warmth and gentleness of home. Instead, she displayed an arrogance, indifference, and extremely aggressive and obsessive demeanor that she hadn't shown in front of Bai Weiran for a long time.

"What happened?" she asked Mengmeng, her tone not one of discussion, but rather one of command and domineering.

She needs to know the answer.

She couldn't bear this eeriness for even a second longer.

It was as if the two of them were hiding some secret from her.

The fact that they secretly exchanged Valentine's Day gifts had already made her quite unhappy—

Mengmeng put a finger to her lips, signaling her to be quiet.

Her expression, though innocent and carefree, held a sinister eeriness, and her red eyes flickered like flowing blood.

She used a very, very soft breathy voice, so soft that Qin Ning could only read her meaning by lip reading.

Mengmeng's voice was so soft, as if she was afraid of being overheard, so that the other party could escape in advance.

There are bugs.

The white-haired girl pursed her lips and gently tapped the left chest of Bai Weiran, who was fast asleep with a slightly furrowed brow.

"Here," she said, her breathy voice growing weaker and weaker.

[The bug is hiding here with Bai Weiran, very well, and is doing something bad to him—]

As Mengmeng spoke, she gently clenched her little hands into a claw shape and placed them over Bai Weiran's left chest.

I could feel a slight pulsation underneath.

If her fingers and palms were sharp swords, they would have already ripped out that warm, beating heart.

The white-haired girl gestured across it, revealing a troubled, conflicted, and cruel expression.

What should we do? Mengmeng can hear but can't see; she wants to dig it out, but she can't—

[If we dig it up, we'll kill Bai Weiran too—]

Ugh, this is so frustrating!

Yandere people are never truly good; they just pretend to be well-behaved.

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Chapter Fifteen: The Great Pleasure of the Mature, Yandere Woman

Bai Weiran also noticed something unusual about himself lately.

Actually, my body wasn't tired; I was just choosing to sleep.

He couldn't explain why, but he just wanted to sleep and dream.

What lies hidden in dreams is on the other side of the mirror, in the depths of consciousness, a side he can never reach in his daily life.

Every time he falls asleep, his consciousness sinks down, and his hazy dreams become clearer.

For example, right now—

He was like a first-person viewer, his gaze moving from his own hand up the white coat, finally settling on the smiling, blue-eyed, yandere older sister.

Xia Yanle?

It is said that what you think about during the day, you dream about at night, but he was certain that he had not thought about it during the day, so why would he dream about it at night?

He was still wondering when he heard Xia Yanle ask him with a smile.

"Hey, why aren't you saying anything? Tell me, Mr. Weiran, is this such a cliché plot?"

He heard himself respond to her clearly and confidently.

"No."

Xiao Weiran looked up and saw a small, floating figure in mid-air.

The moonlight was dim, and the starlight was bright, so it couldn't illuminate her face clearly. Only in her struggling movements could one vaguely see her heterochromatic pupils flash by.

Bai Weiran, who was watching the movie, was momentarily stunned.

"...Why is that?" Xia Yanle turned to the side, glancing at Xiao Weiran with a questioning look, like a teacher calling on a student to ask a question in class. She was calm and collected, but had thoughts and plans that were hard for the student to predict.

"If you want me to let her go without giving me a convincing reason, I cannot accept it."

Xiao Weiran didn't respond immediately. He released Xia Yanle's hand and slowly zipped up his coat.

In the open mountains and forests, by the riverbank, the night wind was cold, and one felt chilly all over once away from the campfire.

Xia Yanle didn't urge him, but quietly watched him. The little sickly girl was still floating in mid-air, tightly hugging the doll, quietly watching the scene in front of her. Her heterochromatic eyes revealed a kind of crazy dependence, excitement and trust.

Finally, Xiao Weiran held up two fingers in front of Xia Yanle.

Two reasons—

"First of all, you're here to help me, right?"

Xia Yanle hummed in response.

That's the starting point, but the current situation is hard to say.

"You're here to help me. Logically, you're an outsider helping me. The main conflict is between me and her."

"Since I am in charge, I naturally have the right to decide whether or not to let go of this grudge."

“If I don’t want to get revenge on her, then your actions have no justification; your current behavior is solely driven by personal grudges.”

The shadows of night deepened Xiao Weiran's features, making his face, which appeared too thin and frail during the day, and his pale features, look strangely beautiful, pale, and eerie.

Xia Yanle, who was listening to him speak, couldn't help but be distracted for a moment.

Oh, I don't care about appearances, but God, I still want to praise you for making my Mr. Weiran so handsome.

Men feel proud to have beautiful partners, and women feel the same way.

In particular, Xia Yanle has already regarded Bai Weiran as her target and possession.

When you play with all your favorite things and discover new fun and value in the process, your happiness increases exponentially. You gain recognition for the object and for your own taste, and you feel fulfilled by owning it.

“If you’re doing this out of personal grudge, then I have nothing to say. But if you’re doing it to seek justice for me, then please put her down.”

"In matters like this, only I can decide how to ultimately proceed."

Xia Yanle let out a soft "Oh ho".

Indeed, this answer is very much in line with Mr. Weiran's opinion.

When they met, Mr. Weiran never attacked Qin Yun first.

Even though he explicitly stated that he came to end her abnormal romantic relationship with Qin Yun, he still showed a faint disdain and contempt for Qin Yun's attitude towards relationships, but he never made a move against Qin Yun.

On the contrary, he took the initiative to protect Qin Yun before she figured out the final outcome of their relationship.

He helped her, protected her, and accompanied her, but ultimately left the decision of how to face Qin Yun to her.

Mr. Weiran is not here to be a hero.

He does not infringe upon the autonomy of others.

Just as he said, this is something that the two people with a grudge should deal with.

Later, following her own will, she gave Qin Yun a severe beating and released that scoundrel.

Thinking of how Qin Yun was so frightened by a lighter that his face turned pale, Xia Yanle couldn't help but smile.

Indeed, it feels much better to get revenge yourself than to have someone else seek justice for you.

And you also know that there are people who will always be on your side.

He won't stand in front of you to shield you from the wind and rain or keep you out of danger; he'll stand beside you, always reaching out a hand when you face danger or stumble.

Xia Yanle was actually quite satisfied with Xiao Weiran's answer, but she just wanted to make things difficult for her.

"What if I said it was out of personal grudge, because I saw she was unhappy, and I wanted to kill her to vent my anger?" she asked with a smile, the displeasure and impatience she had just displayed rapidly decreasing.

Hey, Mr. Weiran, how do you manage to keep the yandere from ever getting sick?

You must have pinned down cute girls like this too, right?

Otherwise, the illness could be much more severe—

Xia Yanle suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

Sigh, if she were to provoke the cute girl, could she see more interesting aspects beneath that soft, adorable, and rational attitude tamed by Mr. Weiran?

Yes, it's worth a try; just thinking about it makes me excited.

Faced with her question, Xiao Weiran simply shrugged.

"Then do it!"

"...?"

“My abilities are worlds apart from yours. I can’t stop you. I just want to understand your reasons. I don’t want others to use me as a foothold to do things I don’t want to do at all. It is my duty to explain my position clearly. And if you still intend to do it after I’ve explained it clearly, that’s your business.”

He paused, then continued.

"But I believe you are not."

Xia Yanle smiled and bickered with him.