Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

She never felt the need for such a person to be in her life.

Then she suddenly realized that the person was there.

Xia Yanle realized she had lost her ability to make people laugh.

She can't pretend to be playful or angry anymore, she can't act frivolous, and she doesn't know how to face people.

Because it feels like no matter how much I try to fix it, it's pointless.

They were so close, yet so close, that he could clearly see her attitude at that moment.

What expression was she giving him when she looked at him?

They are so engrossed in lust that they are completely oblivious.

It's the kind of thing that you're truly infatuated with from the bottom of your heart, that you're completely captivated by.

She became afraid and couldn't go back to their previous way of interacting.

She would feel like a clown if she did that.

He understood everything, yet she was still putting on an act in front of him.

She was afraid of losing, she was afraid of losing face.

Xia Yanle raised her hand and held it horizontally in front of her, blocking out the sky above.

"...I hate being a clown."

I'm afraid I'll look like a clown when I see him.

Without seeing him, something inside me is crumbling.

There's no way I can say I just wanted to see him have fun anymore.

He'd seen all the fun and done everything he was supposed to; he must have lost a lot of enjoyment in her presence.

But she wanted to see him even more than before.

It's not just about seeing him.

After all her physical pain subsided, she kept thinking about that day in the middle of the night.

She knew that her constitution was cold and that she was naturally less sensitive to sensory stimulation from physical contact than the average person.

Her initial actions stemmed more from the joy of victory than from physical desire.

I just wanted to see him panic.

But she kept recalling that indescribable feeling in her body.

She had never had this desire before, nor had she ever felt it for anyone.

When she tried to seduce him with her body, she was mostly curious to see his reaction.

This feeling is now addictive to her, and it also makes her panic.

She desired too much from him.

A genius on the left, a yandere on the right.

She was trapped by her own genius, and she tried to use reason to criticize and suppress her uncontrollable actions.

She picked up her phone and saw a bright, shining dot on the screen.

She hesitated to light it.

The genius, mature, and yandere woman who reaches the finish line is trapped in her own web of troubles, while the turtle that secretly speeds up also has its own worries.

The sound of flowing water was loud and clear.

Mengmeng is washing the dishes.

Wearing plastic gloves, she hummed a song as she placed the washed dishes on the stainless steel drain rack beside her.

The tap was turned off, but the sound of water didn't stop; it was coming from the bathroom next door.

Mengmeng tilted her head, listened to the sound of water, and took off her gloves.

Like a sneaky rabbit, it slowly crept towards the bathroom door.

There was a frosted glass panel on the door. She pressed herself against the frosted glass, stretched her eyes wide open with her two little hands, and looked into a blurry, indistinct scene.

In fact, she can't see anything.

She saw a shimmering color, just a black and white checkered shower curtain.

The little hand touched and touched, until it reached the doorknob.

It went down with a gentle press.

It is not locked.

She licked her soft little lips, smacking her lips to savor the force of the kiss.

She could clearly feel that the kiss was different from before.

The meaning of this kind of kiss is not tenderness, but rather a sense of oppression.

This sense of oppression filled her with fear.

After the kiss ended, she came to her senses and looked at him with wide, innocent eyes filled with fear.

Bai Weiran's expression gradually changed.

His eyes cleared, and he smiled as he nudged her, reminding her it was time to cook the dumplings.

Everything returned to normal.

Mengmeng keenly sensed something was amiss and was taken aback.

But she didn't know how to explain this feeling.

She was terrified of this unfamiliar Bai Weiran.

But this fear concealed a sense of exhilaration.

She didn't dislike him for who he was.

On the contrary, she loved it to bits—

But it seems he misunderstood.

She didn't know how to express this vague feeling in her heart.

They finished eating the dark dumplings in a harmonious atmosphere.

You could tell he was swallowing with great difficulty.

So she plans to make another bag next time.

Seeing his predicament stirred a twisted pleasure within her.

At that moment, Mengmeng looked at the doorknob that had been pressed down.

She just needed to push forward and she would be inside.

She imagined what she would see if she rushed in, and her face suddenly turned red. She shook her head abruptly on the spot.

No, she'll have to watch it eventually anyway, so what difference does it make if she watches it now or later?

She had seen him change clothes many times, and even made him wear clothes she had worn.

I've just never seen her without clothes on.

She's an adult, so she's entitled to watch this for free!

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She pushed open the doorknob and peeked her head through the crack.

It was the height of summer, but the water was cold. There was no steam in the bathroom, only the sound of water splashing on the shower curtain.

The black and white checkered shower curtain swayed gently.

Mengmeng's eyes widened, her heart pounding with excitement. Stepping into the shower room for the first time, the girl felt as if she had opened the door to a treasure trove.

The familiar scents of shower gel and shampoo wafted towards me.

The shower room was just a few steps away; she could have reached it in three or four steps, but she walked incredibly slowly.

The thief-like figure was reflected in the mirror next to the sink, crouching down and peeking his little head through the shower curtain at the other end of the showerhead.

If you change the gender, it becomes a completely different, bizarre art style.

The sound of water stopped, and the reflection of the little bottom sticking out in the mirror froze.

After a few seconds of silence, conversations began to take place in the bathroom.

"Have you seen enough?"

"........."

Not only did she not answer, the girl's bright red eyes greedily looked down from her chest, following the water droplets across her chest, waist and abdomen, her little face slowly turning red. She covered her eyes with her little hands, staring intently through her fingers.

They could see places that were hidden when changing clothes.

The girl's flushed face stared at his lower body, and before she knew it, the color drained away.

The next second, she ripped off the shower curtain and ran away as fast as she could.

Only the person behind the shower curtain, who had been spied on and then abandoned, slowly typed a question mark.

He wasn't that bothered by this matter at first.

Is a grown man supposed to cover his chest and turn into a screaming chicken when his own girl is spying on him?

...but the feeling of scaring her away is quite subtle.

Mengmeng, clattering through the living room in her slippers, rushed straight into her room, kicking away an innocent Friday that was passing by along the way.

She closed the door and rushed into the closet. Only after closing the door and returning to her own little space could she calm down a bit.

But she still put her thumb in her mouth and bit it, nervously nibbling at her nails.

Instead of the joy of successfully spying, her face showed panic and unease, her small face instantly falling and turning deathly pale.