Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

So she suppressed her anger and waited at the company every day.

I was waiting for him.

She stopped playing that boring game.

It doesn't matter who bows down first.

She's now going to change the rules of the game, making it a first-come, first-served game.

Overwhelmed by a sudden surge of emotion, Qin Ning couldn't help but close her eyes, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

With her neck craned back like a dying swan, her slender shoulders trembled, her lips quivered, and it took her a long time to exhale a breath in a daze.

She lowered her head, her face flushed, and looked at the young man who was tied to the bed.

His expression was also different from usual; he lost his clarity, his fair face flushed, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. When he realized her gaze, he looked up, his eyes deep and slightly unfocused, with a thin layer of water on them.

Qin Ning stared at it, almost mesmerized.

I've never seen him so vulnerable.

She likes it very much.

I like it so much that it gives rise to an almost agonizing madness—a desire to extend this time indefinitely.

Let's leave him here; the others don't matter anymore.

She was more interested in seeing his expression than in getting angry at others.

Inside the bed curtains, she pressed him down beneath her, using her body to guide his sensations.

She wouldn't listen to anything he said; she just wouldn't let him go.

By binding him and disrespecting him, she was not afraid of him at all, nor was she afraid of his attitude.

So this is what makes it so joyful—

She had the longest courtship with him and knew him the most.

He nurtured her, gradually staining her innocent dreams with desire, making her toss and turn, yet she had to suppress her fantasies with reason in front of him.

The two were so close that his weakness was also exposed to her.

She knew what he liked, what he couldn't control, and what he was like when pushed to the brink.

Now it's not just about stopping; she's learned new pleasures.

Observe his every subtle reaction, and then torture him with your own body.

She bent down and kissed him, her long hair cascading over his chest.

"Brother Weiran, you're a liar," she muttered softly.

"It doesn't hurt at all on top."

The pure body, nurtured and matured, is like a ripe and plump peach, bursting with juice at the slightest touch, every bite is sweet—it no longer matters who takes the initiative first.

"...I want more."

Sweet and innocent, she opened her mouth to kiss him, her slender waist twisting slightly with ill intent.

It reignited the heat in both of their bodies.

The rose petals in the vase have fallen again.

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Chapter 58 Mandatory Mission Begins

The indoor lights dimmed, casting a soft, warm, and yellowish glow.

Bai Weiran heard soft breathing rising and falling rhythmically beside her ear, and soft, cool strands of hair gently brushed against her face, rising and falling with her breath.

He opened his eyes and glanced at her.

She was fast asleep, nestled on top of him, her little face flushed with exhaustion and contentment.

He glanced at the soft light from the ceiling chandelier, then closed his eyes again.

Qin Ning, having just tasted the forbidden fruit, became addicted and kept pestering him to do it endlessly.

I never got off him.

He was also quite troubled.

She thought she might as well just untie him.

He's not some saint who needs to uphold his principles; this is something that happens only once or countless times.

Well... you should try a different approach to this, right?

Is this the only thing a yandere knows?

Tie him up and keep making him do the same thing over and over again.

I made myself faint, then woke up, twisted my waist, and made myself faint again.

The benefits offered by the app are another one.

He only needs to sleep for one hour a day, and he always has more energy than her.

The problem lies here: often, before he's even finished, she'll be crying and screaming, her thin legs trembling as she faints.

Leave him alone and don't do anything about it.

...She's absolutely terrible to men.

Moreover, he was tightly bound and completely passive.

Several times he had to remind her to take care of her feelings, and Qin Ning would look at him with her big, watery eyes, panting, her gaze unfocused, her mouth slightly open, looking confused.

It's obvious that he only cares about his own enjoyment.

He had no choice but to order her to obey.

Qin Ning, in a daze, obeyed and did her best to comply.

Instead, she became even more impatient. Before he could even react, she collapsed onto him, unable to move, her waist so weak.

Looking back, Bai Weiran couldn't help but sigh.

He said he didn't like being pushed around.

The basement was dark and had no clock. He didn't have a cell phone and could only rely on his sense of time to tell the time.

...It will probably take at least ten hours.

Or even longer.

He opened his eyes and glanced around.

But as soon as he made a move, Qin Ning on top of him also moved nimbly. She grabbed his shoulder with one hand in a wary and possessive manner, rubbed her eyes, and let out a sleepy, muffled question.

"Hmm... what's wrong?"

Confirming he was still beneath her, she breathed a sigh of relief, sleepily leaning back against him. The two were pressed tightly together, their curves and breasts, their skin soft and warm, pressed together without a single gap. Every sensation was exquisite, especially her breasts…

Qin Ning was so sleepy that her eyes closed again. She moved closer to him, took a deep breath of the scent on his neck, and rubbed her cheeks with satisfaction. His bare, fair arms wrapped around her, soft and weak.

“I just want to know what time it is?” he said.

His voice was deep and pleasant, close to her ear, making her feel as comfortable as a cat having its chin scratched. Qin Ning listened, and her soft body couldn't help but tremble.

"...Time? What does it matter? It doesn't matter." A vague, affectionate, willful murmur.

What could be more important than sleeping while holding him?

She smiled contentedly, pressing her legs together tightly against her waist, leaving no gap between them.

Bai Weiran glanced down at her, chuckled silently, and then reluctantly kissed her forehead.

What happened to her that made her so angry?

He thought she was going to try to outsmart him and play games with him for a while.

When she was in a daze, he tried to ask her to speak, but Qin Ning's mouth was too tight, and she was very stubborn.

Instead, the mere mention of it makes them angry, and they cause even more trouble.

He simply stopped asking.

He managed to move his limbs and body, but then stopped.

"…………"

A decadent embrace can lead to other problems.

Qin Ning felt the changes in her body, rubbing her eyes half-asleep and whimpering softly. She sat up, supporting herself on his chest with one hand and covering her abdomen with the other. The blanket draped over her suddenly slipped off, revealing a small part of her rounded shoulder.

Her tone was so soft it could drip honey.

"...bloating."

He complained verbally, but his body was already showing signs of enjoying it.

Through her own experience, she has fully grasped the secret to finding happiness in this.

It wasn't difficult; she simply followed her instincts and everything she learned as he tamed her.

She already knew all the sensitive spots on her body, her favorite places, and the places that aroused her the most.

When she was too weak to straighten her back, she lay on top of him and slowly enjoyed the moment.

When you have the energy, sit up and enjoy yourself fully.

The air conditioning in the basement was set to the perfect temperature.

She was breathing heavily, sweat beading on her fair forehead. Her hands were on either side of his face, her slender waist twisting on the luxurious Egyptian cotton sheets, her fair little toes curling and releasing uncontrollably.

Finally, she cried out like a kitten, trembling, and pressed her sweaty face against his chest.