Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

She even called herself an old auntie, but actually she's the one who looks down on her own age!

He said he respected and believed her, but then lied to her as if he had never said those things to anyone else.

It turned out to be all fake!

Bai, seven years old, felt the malice and deception from the wicked woman that night.

He really stopped talking to her altogether.

For the rest of the time, they didn't exchange a single word. Xia Yanle tried to tease him several times, but Xiao Weiran went from being aloof to pretending to be deaf and dumb, letting it go in one ear and out the other. After finishing his grilled fish and dinner, he washed up briefly and lay down opposite the campfire. Usually, he would face the campfire, but now, because Xia Yanle was sitting on the other side, he turned his back to it.

He left the yandere older sister with a completely emotionless back view.

He didn't sleep; he kept his eyes open, looking at the riverbank before him. The water was gurgling, and the full moon shone on the riverbank, creating a patchwork of moonlight.

He calmly and fiercely examined himself.

He shouldn't have gotten too involved with monsters.

Spending time together day and night lowered his guard and softened his hostility.

No matter how beautiful, intelligent, or cunning she was, or how enjoyable their conversations were—sometimes even making him wish the conversations could last longer—he shouldn't forget the fact that she was restricting his freedom.

He's just using her now.

The little monster's tracking ability is astonishing and she can get into any place. He can't shake her off, so he wants to use the big monster's hand to restrict the little monster's personal freedom. Under her protection, Mingguang can't touch her, but he can take the opportunity to brainwash the little monster until she understands that the happy ending of the prince and princess falling in love at first sight is not true at all.

Once the smaller monster is dealt with, he can then focus all his efforts on the larger monster and escape far away, killing two birds with one stone.

She thought she was bullying him.

Actually, he was using her.

The boy thought to himself, and after a moment of self-justification, he felt much better. Just as he was about to close his eyes, a warm and soft sensation suddenly came from behind him. Two fair arms reached out and intertwined around his chest, trapping him tightly and making the cool night feel several degrees warmer.

"Are you really angry?" she asked him.

"........."

This old lady is so big, yet she still speaks in such a soft and sweet voice, like a little kitten.

That's awful, he shouldn't pay any attention to her.

"I'm sorry..." she said in a conciliatory tone, but there was little sincerity in it.

Being willing to admit mistakes but never correcting them is a consistent characteristic of yandere.

"If apologies were enough, what would be the point of having police?"

"You finally spoke. I thought you never wanted to talk to me again."

"I'm not that bored."

Xia Yanle chuckled. She had just slipped back to take a bath and was covered in a sweet fragrance that gave people a gentle, blissful feeling.

"Actually, I didn't lie to you about everything; some of it is true."

"...You are truly the first person I've ever talked about this past with."

I do things for you, and I only tell them to you. Aren't I very devoted?

Upon hearing this, the boy felt less dissatisfied, but he still kept a straight face.

"Then what did you lie to me about?"

"I'm lying... He did try to persuade me."

"He's a very good person, just like you. He also advised me not to eat unhealthy food."

"I lied to you... that he doesn't like me."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Weiran blinked twice.

"He likes me, he admits he likes me."

"That's great, you like each other, congratulations." The boy's voice was somewhat stiff, as was his body.

Xia Yanle found it funny, but at the same time, a strange feeling welled up in her heart.

From that cold, arrogant, hard-edged mouth that seemed to have emerged from a nuclear crater, one could sense a hidden tenderness.

It felt like she was being filled with something, not a sensory stimulation, but a warm and soft feeling, like the finest cashmere blanket, gently and softly enveloping her mischievous heart that loved excitement.

Yes, that's the feeling.

The feeling of being by Mr. Weiran's side.

"He is really a very good person."

"Hey, you'll definitely be a great man too, I promise—"

"........."

The boy struggled a couple of times, but finding he couldn't break free, he simply closed his eyes.

Whether I'm a good man or not is none of your business.

"I'm going to sleep, you'd better leave." He directly told him to get out.

Xia Yanle didn't want that; she liked the current situation very much.

"It's so dark, the wind is so strong, and it's cold by the riverbank. Hugging each other will keep us warm."

"...Doesn't the person you like mind you hugging other boys late at night?"

"Oh, he's broad-minded, I believe he can accept you." Xia Yanle smiled mischievously.

"…………" So you're still looking down on his age, aren't you!?

"So, have we made up?" Xia Yanle asked again.

"I wasn't angry in the first place."

"You're lying. You looked really angry just now because I lied to you."

"I'm angry because you met a terrible guy, not because you lied to me. If what you just said was a lie and he's a good person, then I'm not so angry. It doesn't matter that you lied to me, as long as you like a good person."

Xia Yanle sighed.

Mr. Weiran, you are so rational.

Beneath this rationality lies a gentle, subtle humanity, like a layer of top-quality honey applied to his cool heart—thin yet not cloying, always exuding a fragrant aroma that draws her closer.

I really want your heart, Mr. Weiran.

But you can't bear to let it leave you, because you can't bear to part with the living you.

Xia Yanle gently pressed her right hand against the boy's chest, feeling the gentle pulse that throbbed against her cruel nature.

She suddenly had a brilliant idea.

Since this is a closed loop of fate, it means that although she doesn't know what will happen, what she is doing now has already become a predetermined fate in the future.

My research mindset resurfaced, and I became curious enough to conduct a test.

"Mr. Weiran."

"……what?"

"Let me tell you some essential principles for a good man."

"...?"

"You have to use your tongue to tie the cherry stem into a knot so that you can give your partner a good kissing experience. Only a man who can give his partner a good kissing experience can be called a good man."

The boy remained silent for a few seconds, his face secretly turning red in the darkness.

Kissing your partner is too precocious and stimulating for a seven-year-old.

"You're definitely trying to fool me." He snorted and didn't turn around.

"You liar, you wicked woman, I don't believe you."

Xia Yanle took out her phone from her pocket, her voice tinged with regret.

"Oh... what a pity, I was really sincere."

In fact, Xia Yanle was just making things up; it was just something she had seen in a romance movie.

The mature and academically gifted woman hasn't even had her first kiss yet, so there's no point in talking about kissing skills or experiences.

She sent a message.

[Lan Xia: Mr. Wei Ran, can you tie a knot in a cherry stem with your tongue? (*'▽｀*)]

Trembling fingers, expectant heart, quietly waiting, the app once again displays the little red dot indicating a reply.

[Weiran: …………?]

[Weiran: Yes, it's possible.]

[Wei Ran: It's not that difficult; anyone can learn it with a little practice.]

Xia Yanle held her phone in one hand and clutched her stomach with the other, suppressing her laughter as she lay on the ground, laughing so hard she couldn't lift her head.

Xx

The update for noon today is here, yanderes! There's more this afternoon! ヾ('▽｀;)ゝ

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Calling Out to You

As dawn broke over the riverbank, Xiao Weiran woke up.

He was always the first to wake up.

The campfire from last night had almost burned out, leaving only a soft red glow from the embers, warm enough but not glaring. He sat up, half-closing his eyes as he looked at the embers, and after a while, he yawned, stretched, and got up, taking out milk and steamed buns from his backpack.

After a night, the outer skin of the steamed buns hardened a bit, so he took a twig, pierced it, and slowly roasted it over the embers of the fire. He was very patient; he could do a good job of roasting fish, and he was also good at roasting steamed buns. He would roast them until they were evenly coated with a golden and crispy layer, and when he took them off and broke them open, a burst of hot air would rush out from inside.

Crispy on the outside, warm and soft on the inside, perfect with a carton of room temperature milk.

After Xiao Weiran protested repeatedly, Xia Yanle finally gave up on the ideal world of "self-heating hot pot, the only god" and switched to supplying other food.

From then on, Xiao Weiran had milk for breakfast and an egg for lunch, going from poverty to a comfortable life.

After breakfast, we added firewood to the campfire, boiled water on the fire stand, checked the drying persimmons, and covered the wild birds that Xia Yanle had accidentally knocked down yesterday when he was testing the power of the new cannon with a thick layer of mud before throwing them directly into the campfire.