Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

Mu Nanfeng didn't say anything, but slowly finished his yogurt.

“But I really didn’t have those thoughts.” She shook her head and chuckled.

"How could there not be? Has no one offended you? No matter the world, there are always plenty of clueless scoundrels." Sim argued vehemently.

"Don't you want to see those who offended you, those who bullied you, kneel before you, weeping and begging for forgiveness?"

"No." Mu Nanfeng replied quickly, casually putting down the yogurt, rolling up his sleeves to reveal his slender yet strong arms.

"If I'm offended, I'll get my revenge myself."

"There's no reason for me to cause trouble and then expect others to fight for me. What kind of trash would I be?"

"Furthermore, I don't like seeing people groveling in front of me. I'd rather punch someone in the face than see them so groveling to the core."

Sim frowned and muttered under his breath, "...I don't understand what people in your world are thinking."

This method of dealing with enemies is extremely ordinary.

"So let's not talk about this anymore, I'm not interested in these things."

"Just give me that machine instead!"

"...Don't you have someone you like?"

Simho's question stunned Mu Nanfeng.

"……No."

Mu Nanfeng denied it, but Sim sensed something was wrong from Mu Nanfeng's few seconds of hesitation.

"...I'm very good at concocting love potions." She pushed up her small round glasses, looking very serious.

"Believe me, the love potion concocted by the Single Witch is the most potent. The love potion I concocted is extremely effective, lasting for a full 213 years. If you give it to the person you like, he will definitely like you back."

Mu Nanfeng: …………?

It has a validity period of 213 years, and you will be single for 213 years.

She fell silent for a few seconds, but Sim didn't seem to care.

"Maintaining purity is of great benefit to a witch."

“Our world is different from yours; witches do not need to have children through a partner.”

"Many great witches who left their mark never had a partner in their lives. Having a partner is too easy for witches to go mad, for example, as recorded in witch history..." Sim paused here, and then changed the subject.

"My goal is to become a great witch, and not having a partner to interfere is very beneficial to me."

"...Then why do you still need to concoct love potions?" Mu Nanfeng asked curiously.

If you don't need it yourself, why bother preparing this medicine? It sounds like you're already quite skilled at it.

"...It sells very well!"

The word "Sim" silenced Mu Nanfeng.

"Make one bottle, dilute it with water, and you can mass-produce it. Dilute it ten thousand times and sell it to commoners, dilute it a hundred times and sell it to nobles. Nobody will dislike it."

Mu Nanfeng: …………

That's so true.

"Since you have someone you like, I'll help you," Mu Nanfeng brought the topic back on track.

Mu Nanfeng didn't want to talk about it, but Sim became more determined and persisted in asking questions.

"He was just someone I liked in the past," she said casually.

"And the other person already has someone else."

"So what? After drinking the medicine I made, he'll forget about other people."

"..." Mu Nanfeng lowered his eyes and remained silent for half a second, his eyes flickering.

"No need. I don't think it's right to use medicine to change people's hearts."

“I don’t want others to treat me like this, so I won’t treat others like this either. Besides, I’m an adult and I don’t care about these things anymore.”

"How can you apply the same rules to how others treat you and how others treat you?" Sim argued vehemently.

“It’s not necessary at all. You helped me, and you deserve something better. Our meeting is fate’s help to you. You should think of it this way—fate made him destined to be yours! Otherwise, why would I meet you instead of someone else?”

Mu Nanfeng didn't want to listen to Sim's words any longer, so he waved his hand and walked away.

Only Sim remained on the sofa, arms crossed, head bowed in deep thought, motionless.

Mu Nanfeng went out, opening and closing the door repeatedly.

Sim raised his head.

"I don't understand, what's the point of refusing?"

But having finally found something he was good at and could help with, Sim had no intention of giving up so easily.

She's rejecting him now, but she'll definitely be happy when the person she likes likes her back.

If two people are in love, what's wrong with using some medicine?

She jumped off the sofa and went into the bedroom, searching for any clues about this person.

The first thing I saw when I entered the room was a photo on the bedside table.

The boy and girl stood side by side, wearing high school uniforms, under the lush green shade of a tree in the height of summer.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: She Wanted to Blaspheme

Sim picked up the photo and examined it closely.

In the photo, the girl is Mu Nanfeng, and she is smiling at the camera.

The boy stood beside Mu Nanfeng, but unlike Mu Nanfeng, he did not look at the camera. He lowered his head and looked away, seemingly glancing at the person next to him unintentionally. His eyes were deep, but the camera captured it.

In the lower right corner of the photo, the date of the photo is written in fine ballpoint pen.

“…Bai…ran?” Sim murmured.

Through some special runes, she can communicate in the language of this other world, but she cannot understand the written language.

During this time, she also learned to recognize some characters from another world.

This must be the person she can't forget, Sim pondered, her gaze lingering on the boy's face, her brows slowly furrowing.

"That's strange, I feel like I've seen this person somewhere before—"

She searched her memories of the past 213 years since birth, but could not find a face that matched.

"Hmm, I think I've never seen it before."

"It's just that the vibe is similar... Strange, who does it resemble exactly?"

Sim struggled for a long time without coming up with an answer, then put the photo back in its original place and quietly searched for other clues in the room.

Xx

Xia Yanle felt her back sink into the soft mattress. She opened her eyes, her blue eyes hazy and misty. She blinked two or three times before her vision gradually cleared.

The elegant fairy dress that Anqin lent her was now in a terrible state.

The off-the-shoulder top and soft tulle skirt were piled up at the waist, creating a messy, layered look.

She forgot how she lost consciousness.

It felt like I had lost something, yet it also felt like I hadn't; I drifted in and out of consciousness amidst the dizziness.

He was gently putting her down. The light was dim, and her facial features were not very clear, except for her deep black eyes.

Xia Yanle stared blankly, then suddenly felt a tightness in her chest.

Every time he looked at someone like that, she felt as if she were staring into an abyss.

The first time he was bullied, he also subtly revealed this expression amidst his resentment and unwillingness.

It gave her a strange feeling at the time.

True hunters always appear as prey.

They captured him, and now they can't live without him. Their individual madness is suppressed around him—so it's hard to say who captured whom.

Xia Yanle reached out and gently touched Bai Weiran with her fingertips, tracing the contours of his face.

The young man didn't mind and let him touch him.

Just as he was about to get up, Xia Yanle suddenly smiled, her beauty breathtaking. Her long, slender, snow-white legs, which had been hanging limply and naturally, suddenly tightened around his waist.

“…You are not allowed to go out,” she said, her voice low and hoarse.

The word "go out" has a dual meaning.

"I like it this way, you're not allowed to go out."

“You used to say I was the most annoying,” he reminded him.

A strand of sweat-dampened black hair fell onto her lips, which Xia Yanle gently bit.

After kissing so many times, her lips became even redder and more lustrous than usual, like a bewitching enchantress, their black and red hues complementing her hair, making it hard to look away.

"What, did what I said hurt your man's pride?"

As she spoke, she playfully twisted her waist slightly while lying on the bed, and her breath instantly became a few beats heavier.

"...That's true to some extent."

"Not every man likes to be tied up and bent over."

"And even after being rejected, they still complained."

Bai Weiran spoke in a very serious tone.

"This is victim blaming—"

"Victim blaming theory, that's hilarious, Mr. Weiran, it's absolutely laughable—"

Xia Yanle laughed at his frankness, put her hands on his shoulders and squeezed them uncontrollably. She didn't have long nails, they were clean and neat, but her fingertips turned white and dug into his flesh when she squeezed so hard.