Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

They met at a long-established hotel restaurant, had dinner, and then went to the hotel bar.

The bar features a jazz band performance in the evenings. Since its opening, the band members have remained unchanged; the young men of yesteryear are now elderly men with gray hair.

Customers ordered drinks and watched the old jazz musicians perform from below the stage.

The veteran jazz musicians, having weathered the vicissitudes of time, remain full of energy. Photos of them in their youth hang on the walls, and the surrounding furnishings are exactly as they were back then. The past scenery corresponds to the present landscape, giving people a sense of stepping into the long river of history.

Mingguang listened intently at first, then turned his head and smiled.

"…Xiao Ran likes them very much."

"Xiao Ran said she doesn't know anything about music, but she listened very attentively just now."

“Learn from that state,” Bai Weiran said, stretching his arms overhead.

"To continue doing what you love into old age and still be so energetic."

Mingguang frowned slightly, looking somewhat troubled.

"It's too profound; Mingguang doesn't actually understand it."

"...I noticed you were very energetic when you practiced dancing, don't you like it?"

During his kidnapping and imprisonment, he saw Mingguang practicing dance every day without interruption, without missing a single day.

Back then, he would admire it with that crooked-necked squirrel—I wonder what happened to that squirrel brother now?

He thought about it casually.

Bai Weiran thought Mingguang would say he liked her directly, but to her surprise, Mingguang stopped and looked hesitant and conflicted.

"I don't know, Xiaoran."

"...Mingguang tries his best to dance because it's the best thing I can do."

Mingguang's tone was gentle, and his voice was soft.

"Mingguang's abilities are limited, and he's not particularly bright, so he can only do his best within the things he knows."

She smiled shyly, her heterochromatic eyes resembling two distinct gemstones.

“I’m not like Xiaoran, nor like the big monster. You all know what you’re supposed to do, and you find a reason for everything you do. But Mingguang doesn’t have a reason. Mingguang just does what he finds out.”

“I really wanted Xiaoran, so I kidnapped her. Although Xiaoran later scolded me for it, and I understood, now if you ask me if I regret it, Mingguang still says no—if I could go back to that time, I would still kidnap Xiaoran, because you only know the truth after you do it.”

As Mingguang spoke, her gaze involuntarily fell on Bai Weiran's face, who was listening attentively to her.

His lips were slightly pursed.

Mingguang was momentarily dazed.

I want to kiss you.

Chapter Twenty-Three: Mingguang, do you want to kiss me?

Mingguang had been observing how everyone interacted all along.

Watching Mengmeng shamelessly snuggle into Bai Weiran's arms while he was reading, making a ruckus and acting spoiled, she tried to turn the pages of his book with one hand and groped around inside his clothes with the other.

Bai Weiran scolded her for not paying attention to her reading, but Mengmeng retorted confidently.

"What's wrong with touching it? Will it cost you a piece of flesh?"

"What part of your body haven't I touched?"

"At worst, I'll let you touch Mengmeng again, hurry up!"

"No way, really? You can't read your book just because I touched you a couple of times? Bai Weiran, is that all?"

Bai Weiran: …………

Seeing the young man's helpless expression as she misbehaved, Mengmeng smiled and pulled him down, pouting her little mouth like a hungry little bird.

"Bai Weiran, kiss~"

But this little bird is very fierce; once it kisses you, it won't let go.

After kissing him, she grinned and leaned over to bite his neck, right on the artery, leaving a light, crescent-shaped red mark.

Qin Ning was even more direct. While Bai Weiran was changing clothes, she slipped into the bedroom and pinned him against the wall.

Mingguang also said he didn't understand the difference between the two.

But Qin Ning's words were not what they seemed; she was observing from the sidelines.

Qin Ning's kisses were almost relentless, giving the person no chance to breathe. They would only pause briefly to catch their breath, their eyes glazed over, before pulling the person back into a kiss.

"Brother Weiran... Brother Weiran... I want more, I want more..."

"...Brother Weiran came to my office tonight..."

“…You still have to work.” He responded softly, and was kissed again. He responded softly, and was kissed again.

Words were broken in the kiss.

"Hmm, together, it won't be a problem, I can work at the same time... um..."

"...That's so... disrespectful to work."

"...You're still thinking about your batch of work! You idiot, come here, you have to come here... What do you think I want to do... I just want to kiss you, I can't do anything else..."

"...A woman's mouth is a deceitful devil."

"...Hehe, the prettier a woman is, the more likely she is to lie. Tell me, am I pretty or not, Brother Weiran..."

Qin Ning gently scolded him, then took his hand and touched her face, looking aggrieved with tears welling up in her eyes.

Mingguang secretly watched all of this.

...The educational impact was so great that I felt like I was about to burst into flames.

They wouldn't do anything openly or honestly in this house.

They all openly argued, but secretly came to try and take more of what they wanted.

But this sneaky approach only makes it feel more like burying one's head in the sand.

This creates a constant sense of ambiguity in the home.

Mingguang's eyes were opened wide in this ambiguity.

Mingguang was originally a dancer with boundless energy. Although he had tied someone up before, he still had a childhood bias and both respected and feared Bai Weiran. The most extreme thing he did was kiss her.

I feel a sense of guilt even when I kiss someone.

Back then, her forceful kisses were just light touches, ending quickly.

Quantity far outweighs quality.

Now, I'm at home watching all sorts of advanced versions every day, constantly being stimulated, and that inviolable protective filter is gradually fading away.

When they were alone together, Mingguang's mind was filled with images racing through his head.

One moment she's a giant monster, the next she's adorable, and then she's Qin Ning again.

When the big monster kissed him...

Bai Weiran had no idea that she was thinking these things.

He found Mingguang's words quite interesting, and he tilted his head to ponder them for a long time.

"...Do I always need a reason for everything I do?"

Mingguang was a super intuitive person, completely different from him.

Her words came from the bottom of her heart, without any pretense or ulterior motives, which made him trust her.

Finally, he laughed.

"Maybe so! Actually, I'm still looking for reasons."

I never imagined you liked me for this reason.

Unlike others, he and Mingguang did not meet through platform missions.

Xia Yanle's words really hit the nail on the head.

His refusal to accept Mingguang stemmed partly from his desire to extend the chase indefinitely.

Until this strange, morbid obsession with Mingguang fades away.

Upon hearing this, Mingguang immediately puffed out his cheeks, frowned, and lightly stomped his foot in displeasure.

"Why are you saying such things again!?"

"Xiao Ran has been asking this question all along."

"...Xiao Ran has been asking this question for a long time."

Anger gave Mingguang courage, and she immediately rushed forward and hugged him tightly.

"Mingguang doesn't understand. He doesn't understand why you always need answers. Are answers that important? Are reasons that important? Is significance that important?"

"...Isn't it enough that Mingguang likes you?"

"…………" Bai Weiran remained silent for a long time.

"People may like something now, but they won't like it forever. People's likes can change. Unchanging likes only exist in fairy tales."

"As long as a person continues to grow, the probability of always liking the same thing is almost zero."

He pushed the yandere girls to grow up, watching them all get better, while at the same time feeling uneasy inside.

If the morbidity is cured, will the yandere still be morbid?

If they are not sick, they will not be attached to anything. Should they be well or not?

But to prioritize one's own comfort while refusing to allow others to grow is incredibly selfish.

Upon hearing this, Mingguang pouted.

Without any rational analysis, she was able to more keenly perceive the deepest emotions.

"...Then Mingguang will write a fairy tale for Xiaoran!"