Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

"…………???"

Upon closer inspection.

Holy crap, is this some kind of ghost?

The riverbank looks magically real at this moment.

The yandere stalker is crying and confessing his love, heartbreakingly.

A yandere, cold-blooded older sister is piloting a Gundam. The Gundam hugs a tree with both arms and uproots it as easily as picking scallions.

The stubborn boy stood on the riverbank, banging his head against a rock, complaining that he should have pulled up his fishing rod sooner, and now he had no lunch.

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There will be another update this afternoon, yanderes! (*'▽｀)◇ゞ

Chapter Twenty-Five: Sitting Together on a Gundam

Three skinny little silver fish were skewered and grilled by the fire. Each one was no more than ten centimeters long, and the amount was so small that it wouldn't even fill an adult's teeth. They looked pitiful.

"I can't do anything about it either." Xiao Weiran twirled the tree branch used for grilling fish, looking helpless.

"It's all your fault for scaring the fish away. That big fish was worth ten small fish. You have only yourself to blame."

He was talking about major issues concerning people's livelihood, while she was crying about romance and fleeting pleasures.

"…Waaah, I love Xiao Ran, I really, really love Xiao Ran."

"Xiao Guang is a meaningless person, but he only becomes meaningful after meeting Xiao Ran."

The boy couldn't help but be amazed.

"...Don't you get hungry?"

"She barely ate any proper food, yet she has so much energy to cry."

Most people would clear their minds after a few days of fasting, but she was different. In the past few days, what she ate was either astringent persimmons, wild berries, burnt fish, or self-heating rice that he fed her when Xia Yanle wasn't paying attention, but he was afraid of being discovered, so the amount of rice was pitifully small.

She still had the energy to howl under such circumstances—he began to doubt her physical structure.

Your physique is amazing!

They must be the ones who survive to the very end during a food crisis or apocalypse.

"Waaaaaahh ...

Xiao Weiran thought to himself: These days, you don't deserve to be called a monster unless you have some special physical condition or superpowers.

What a high barrier to entry for this profession!

Fortunately, I am destined to never have that chance in this lifetime.

“…Let’s eat these three small fish for lunch first, and I’ll catch more for you this afternoon,” he persuaded, turning the fish around.

Small fish are one of the most difficult ingredients to grill in the world, and there were only three left at noon. He focused intently on grilling the three fish until they were golden brown and crispy. Just as he was about to finish, he became distracted and continued to mutter to himself.

"This afternoon I'll teach you to recite the book I used to memorize. It's very simple. I'll recite it for you now: 'At birth, people are inherently good; their natures are similar, but their habits differ. If they are not taught...'"

boom! ! !

A thunderous roar suddenly broke the silence, interrupting his sermon, which was full of educational and educational meaning. Xiao Weiran looked in astonishment toward the source of the sound. The sound had stirred up dust along the riverbank, and smoke filled the air. An evolved version of the Gundam, now more than two meters tall, made of logs, appeared before his eyes.

Holding a knife in his left hand and a cannon barrel in his right, Gao Da paused for a few seconds, then raised his right hand and fired a wooden cannonball the size of a volleyball, aiming at a boulder on the riverbank. The cannonball was so powerful that it embedded itself in the boulder.

Xiaobai Weiran: Subway, old man, cell phone.

Help! Someone is not only illegally using superpowers, but also using them to build Gundams! This is outrageous!

The first shell was fired, and the towering structure stood firmly on the ground. The second and third shells were fired, each striking the first shell with immense pressure, causing the first shell to pierce through the boulder from where it was embedded. The boulder shattered with a deafening roar, and the ground along the riverbank trembled incessantly. The birds in the forest were so frightened that they took flight.

The control panel door opened, and Xia Yanle sat in the driver's seat, tilting her head and frowning, talking to herself.

"There are discrepancies between accuracy and power—"

"It's hard to control the amount of energy injected. Too much and the precision suffers; too little and the power is insufficient. Ugh! Fine-tuning is such a hassle."

The wooden Gundam is merely a mechanical body; its core power still relies on the energy injected by Xia Yanle.

But she wasn't very good at calculating these fine-tuning adjustments of power and precision; ultimately, it's about numbers and feel.

She fell silent for a moment, then looked at the boy five feet away with wide eyes.

Xiao Weiran was still in shock at the towering giant standing on the earth. In that moment of distraction, the three fish that were facing the fire were all charred. When Xia Yanle looked at him, he realized what had happened and hurriedly tried to remove the fish from the fire.

The next second he lost weight and floated up.

Holding three and a half charred fish, he clumsily flew towards the Gundam's control panel, like a clown in mid-air.

The blue-eyed, mature woman smiled sweetly at him.

"Mr. Weiran, you're the best at adjusting these stats and feel, aren't you?"

"…………?? I don't know, I don't know, I never knew."

He's only ever piloted Gundams in video games!!

"It's okay, you can do it. Just tell me how it feels and how much power it has after you start controlling it, and then adjust the direction."

This Gundam control console was originally designed by Xia Yanle for his own use, with space only big enough for one person. If there were any more people, there would be nowhere for them to go.

So she beckoned, and Xiao Weiran was forced to sit on her lap.

Pressing against the soft, warm curves, the usually composed boy couldn't resist any longer. His face instantly turned as red as a tomato, and he was at a loss, wanting nothing more than to run away.

"Put me down!!"

Xia Yanle let out a soft "Eh".

Don't you like Gundam?

That's not right. She used to see comments on the internet about this world, and the men were all very angry and made their statements with great certainty.

[I can live without a girlfriend, but I can't live without piloting a Gundam.]

[The faithful man XX wishes to remain single for three lifetimes, only to be accompanied by the Fifth Sister, in exchange for a chance to drive a dump truck to another world and pilot a Gundam.]

Xiao Weiran was fine when she didn't move, but as soon as she moved, she felt the body temperature in her hand becoming clearer, and her face turned red to the roots of her ears.

"I said I'm not interested, put me down!"

Xia Yanle could clearly see his bright red ears from behind.

So it turns out you didn't hate piloting Gundam, you were just shy?

Sigh, Mr. Weiran was much more thin-skinned when he was a child than when he grew up!

Even when he grew up and stood in front of him with his bathrobe off, he was only surprised for a moment.

Xia Yanle doesn't like shy boys.

She felt awkward, unladylike, and unpresentable.

She used to tolerate Qin Yun and ignore her impatience.

The reason she finds it interesting now is simply because she thinks of the contrast between the adult Bai Weiran and the current young Weiran.

A mischievous glint appeared in her eye, and with a wicked smile, she deliberately pulled the person into her arms.

"Hmph, you say no, but your gaze just now told me otherwise!"

"Come on, put down the grilled fish, and you can hold the Gundam's control stick."

She moved close to his face, her breath brushing against his, and Xiao Weiran couldn't bear the stimulation.

Although he really wanted to try out Gundam, but—

"Big monster, what are you trying to do to me now!?"

He's still a minor boy!

This is too early for him.

But... but making a ten-year plan isn't out of the question—

A soft laugh, a response that was both cool and gentle, shattered the boy's tension.

"Who wants to do anything to you?"

"Look at yourself! You're small and weak. I just need you to help me balance accuracy and power. What else do you think? I promised to let her stay, so you have to repay me?"

Xiao Weiran suddenly turned her head and met Xia Yanle's sparkling blue eyes, which were full of mischievous smiles.

"No way? Don't think I like you," she whispered.

"I said I liked you just for fun. Hey, let me tell you, I really like someone else."

"He's an outstanding, mature adult, a man you can't even compare to right now, understand?"

Xia Yanle watched as the boy's eyes flashed with surprise, then his expression gradually darkened.

Because her prank succeeded, she suppressed her laughter and continued to add fuel to the fire.

"I like him so much, I like him so much that I want to know everything about him from childhood to adulthood, his secrets, his likes and dislikes, his past, I don't want to miss a single thing - that's how deep my love is!"

The boy turned his head, the blush on his ears fading. He threw the charred fish away, his movements tinged with resentment. He gripped the control lever with both hands and gave a cold snort.

"What does it matter to me if you like him?"

"I just find it fun to be around you, don't get the wrong idea—"

"I love Gundam. I'd be willing to remain single for life in exchange for the chance to pilot a Gundam!"

The sound of bombing rose again along the riverbank, with rubble everywhere. Xia Yanle covered her mouth and chuckled softly behind the boy.

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Today's update features the yanderes ( ?▽?)/

Chapter Twenty-Six: Thinking of him that way is superficial (3K)

"Energy value adjustment, now maintaining the injected energy value at 57.6%, final test, actual firing distance retreated by five meters."

The log Gundam followed the boy's command and retreated. With a deafening roar, the boulder was shattered into pieces by a cannonball.