Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

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Chapter Thirty-Six: You, causing trouble for my brother?

"Xiao Ran, hehe, my Xiao Ran..."

Large beads of cold sweat appeared on Sim's forehead as he desperately tried to block with both hands.

I don't understand... how did things turn out like this?

He had intended to use the girl's infatuation to uncover her secrets, but to his surprise, she pounced on him like a hungry tiger when he merely beckoned her.

By the time Sim realized something was terribly wrong, it was too late.

No matter how much he tried to stop her, she wouldn't listen, and instead gave him a shy yet strange smile.

"Xiao Ran called me over, Xiao Ran told me to get closer to her... Hehe, Xiao Ran..."

"Stop! I told you to stop!! Let go!!"

"I can't hear you, hehe, Xiao Ran, I can't hear what you're saying. What should I do if I suddenly can't hear anything? It's so strange... You should quickly check Mingguang's ears..."

Sim: …………

Sim pulled his hand away, intending to strike Mingguang's right eye. Mingguang reacted quickly, grabbing Sim's hand and pressing it to the ground on either side of his face.

"Xiao Ran, you should practice one-handed push-ups... that way you can struggle a bit more..."

Sim's face turned ashen, and he was gripped by despair.

As the face drew ever closer, his pupils dilated uncontrollably—

The balcony door suddenly opened, a gust of wind blew in, and the unexpected event interrupted Mingguang's actions. She turned her head with a puzzled look on her face.

"No way—Xiao Mingguang, this kiss is 216 years old, it's an antique! If you kiss an antique, your lips might get moldy!"

Sim turned his head and immediately recognized the person who had gently landed on the balcony.

"...!!"

"It's you!!"

Bai Shimo brought her hand close to her cheek, waved charmingly, and smiled sweetly.

"It's me, hi Sim, how are you?"

"I came because I knew you were looking for me, but I didn't expect you to be busy..."

Bai Shimo peeked out, looking completely innocent.

"Then I'll be going now—"

"Stop right there! Devich! Don't you dare leave!!"

Sim became anxious and tried to break free from Mingguang's grasp, but in Mingguang's eyes, it looked like his beloved Xiaoran was anxious to escape from him.

The more you run away, the more the yandere will chase you; nothing can stimulate a yandere more than running away.

Never turn your back on the predator.

Sim struggled to break free, but before he could stand up, he was pinned to the ground again. This time he was even more disheveled, face down and back up, his hands twisted behind his back and pressed down hard. Sim's nose was hit so hard that he cried out in pain. He looked up and could only see a pair of yellow socks with white flowers.

The socks had a hole in them, and snow-white, tender toes peeked out from the hole, lively and agile in front of her.

Bai Shimo's eyes darted around, and she had already guessed most of the ins and outs of the matter. She smiled to herself.

"...Oh dear, what's wrong?"

Do you need my help?

"...Heh, who needs your help?"

"I'm leaving."

"Stop right there!!"

Bai Shimo leaned against the balcony door frame, striking a pose reminiscent of a pretentious internet celebrity in a magazine street photoshoot.

"You asked me to stay, but you seem very busy and don't have time to entertain me. What can I do?"

"........."

Sim bit her lip and glared at Bai Shimo with hatred.

Mingguang seemed to understand but not quite, staring blankly at Bai Shimo. Seeing that Bai Shimo made no other move, he also pressed Ximu down without moving.

Mingguang kept this in mind and dared not disturb Bai Weiran's conversation with the others.

From another perspective, it looked as if Mingguang was holding Sim hostage, forcing Sim to submit at Bai Shimo's feet.

Bai Shimo sighed, squatted down, rested her chin on her hands, and giggled.

"Sim, I am a very kind person."

"If you ask me for help, I'll help you."

"I'll help you. We're from the same world, after all. We wouldn't lie to each other!"

Bai Shimo raised a cute Boy Scout gesture with a sincere expression, and Sim looked at her, squinting his eyes.

“…Devich, that’s what you said a month ago.”

"...Oh, really?"

"You said the same thing six months ago."

“You said the same thing a year ago…you said the same thing until thirteen years ago, the summer we first met!” Sim said through gritted teeth, his expression indignant.

"I don't believe you!"

Sim turned his head and looked at Mingguang, who was still confused.

"Catch her for me, and I'll reward you. Whatever reward you want, I'll give you!"

Whatever reward you want, I'll give it to you!

Upon hearing these words, Mingguang shuddered as if struck by lightning. His blank eyes lit up, and he instantly released Ximu, rushing straight towards Bai Shimo. Just as he was about to grab her, Bai Shimo's figure suddenly faded, causing Mingguang's hand to miss its target, silently passing through the figure.

Mingguang was stunned, "Why..."

Sim quickly turned his head, flicked his finger and released a cloud of blue smoke. The blue smoke shimmered and enveloped the gradually blurring figure, making Bai Shimo's figure appear dreamlike.

"She can't escape once she's in the fog!!"

Following Sim's orders, Mingguang chased after them, and the two girls' figures blurred and entangled in the mist.

"...We agreed to a one-on-one duel, how could you call for help? You have no chivalry! What about the glory of your family? Have you forgotten it all!?" Bai Shimo's soft complaint came from the mist.

It wasn't an angry outburst, but more like a coquettish pout.

Instead of rushing into the fog, Sim cautiously observed the battle from the outside.

“This is not my world, I do not need to abide by the doctrines of Inshugard.”

“I know that in this world, you are also bound by the world’s rules—in order to deal with the threat of the world-destroying witch, this world has a lot of rules, not only for your mother, but also for you. Here, you are like someone who has been forced into shackles.”

"I'm going to take you back."

As Sim spoke, he flicked his wrist and scattered large amounts of various colored powders, which intertwined and blended in the small living room, looking from a distance like a large, colorful, fluffy cotton candy.

The two, enveloped in a colorful mist, quickly decided their match.

One of them collapsed limply, kneeling on the ground, and was dragged along by the arm by the other, like a weak rag doll.

Sim, who had been observing the situation from the outside, was overjoyed.

“Mingguang, well done—don’t hurt her, just like that, bring her to me.”

The figure in the mist paused for a moment, then slowly walked towards her.

The living room wasn't big; the two of them were only about ten steps apart—nine, eight, seven, six…

Sim was overjoyed, but after taking two quick steps forward, he stopped, his smile freezing on his face before vanishing.

"...Still not working?"

"........."

"...Hehe, you've been found out?"

In the fog, the roles of those who restrain themselves and those who are restrained are reversed.

Bai Shimo dragged Mingguang out. Mingguang was like a little octopus, completely exhausted, his whole body limp, his eyes turning into swirling vortexes, and he could only let her do as she pleased.

Bai Shimo gently turned her index finger, and a swirling gust of wind rose in the room. The wind swept up all the powder, shrinking it circle by circle, and the wind pressure forcibly compressed it. Finally, a large patch of colorful powder was compressed into a six-centimeter-wide, bullet-sized ball of colorful powder.

"Preparing so many potions in such a short time, especially in a completely unfamiliar world, Sim really worked hard."

"I should commend you for your efforts."

"But I'm very unhappy today—"

"If you have a problem, just come at me directly. Why bother him?"

Bai Shimo smiled, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.

She flicked her finger, and Sim immediately lost control, as if drawn to the wall, his whole body leaning back against it in a starfish shape.

Chapter Thirty-Seven left a deep impression on her.

...Go and cause him trouble?

Sim, who was forcibly pressed against the wall, immediately looked at Mingguang, who was being dragged along by Bai Shimo.

Sim was about to speak when he realized something was wrong.

If you have a problem, just come at me directly. Why bother him?

Who is "he" that Devich is referring to?