Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

That man can only lick my boots! You think you're worthy to compete with me?!

[Go to hell, go to hell, go to hell, you filthy woman!]

[Hehehe! So funny, so funny! Hit her a little more! I love watching this, I love watching women hit women!]

[Comfortable, a large-scale, fun-filled event]

"So I think I'm sick." Qin Ning's expression was inexplicably sorrowful.

"I believe in Brother Weiran, but the more I try to believe in Brother Weiran, the less I can believe in this world."

"Heroes are busy solving the world's famine and war, yet they happily accept discrimination and take it for granted that they discriminate against the other half of humanity, slutting and demonizing them to please their own world."

"And many people find this very enjoyable."

Qin Ning pressed her left chest, as if she suddenly couldn't breathe, her small face filled with fear.

“Brother Weiran, I don’t want to attack those people, I don’t want to curse them. You told me not to be angry with the world, and to treat myself well, so I don’t want to attack them, but I can’t love you as purely as I used to—”

"I can't bring myself to like you purely, Qin Ning, and I hate you because of other people's behavior... I hate this side of myself too, I feel like there's poison in my heart—"

She pounded her chest repeatedly, suddenly becoming agitated.

"I want to dig out all this poison, dig it out from here, and then eliminate it all, so that I can love Brother Weiran like I used to. I'd rather have never seen or thought of anything—"

"I don't want to think about these things, I don't love these things, but I can't just say that Brother Weiran is good and everyone else is bad. Just like Brother Weiran told me that I'm no different from everyone else, I also want to treat others equally and without discrimination, but it's so hard, Brother Weiran, it's really so hard—"

"Then, I got really scared—"

Her hand was grasped in mid-air.

Bai Weiran grabbed her wrist, stopping her.

Then, somewhat forcefully, he pulled her into his arms.

“That’s a really good thing,” he said with a smile.

"Poison, poison, listen to how interesting this word is. The wisdom of our Chinese ancestors is truly remarkable. Poison is also a kind of medicine."

"Having come this far, I've experienced the turmoil of liking someone, then liking someone again, then questioning my feelings, fearing this person, doubting this person, being afraid of this person, and re-examining the impact that the other gender brings me."

It's not a simple story about falling in love with the savior.

Instead, they saw the larger background structure behind their perpetrators and saviors.

"Qin Ning, you're amazing."

"You've found something amazing; it's such a shame to dig it up."

Qin Ning lay in his arms, looking bewildered for a while.

Then, without warning, she started crying loudly. Her crying had no beauty whatsoever; it wasn't the tearful tears of a young girl, nor was it charming sadness. Instead, it was like a child, simply crying out loud.

Because this crying wasn't for any particular emotion, but rather stemmed from a fear of touching the deepest parts of human nature.

The sound of crying echoed on the beach for a long, long time.

Xx

Have you seen a movie called "Malèna"?

Qin Ning leaned on his shoulder and gently shook her head.

"It tells the story of a remote and isolated town, where there is a very beautiful woman whose husband, a soldier, has gone to fight in the war and his fate is unknown, leaving her to live alone."

"Because of her beauty, people were uneasy, and she was slandered by others who said she had affairs with other men."

"She hadn't done anything yet, and she was already considered a slut by everyone."

"Men's gazes toward her shifted from admiration to contempt, while women were even more blunt with her, labeling her a wicked woman who stole other men, a vixen. Everyone shunned and hated her; she couldn't even work or buy anything she needed for a living. She was ostracized—and to survive, she eventually became a technician."

"There's a scene in that movie that really stuck with me: a group of naive kids, having overheard adults gossiping, laughed and rode their bicycles after the girl as she passed by, saying, 'Hey! You slut!'"

"The children were smiling innocently—"

Qin Ning's body trembled slightly.

"I don't want to emphasize this woman's pitiful situation."

"Instead, many men in the movie initially admired her and fantasized about her in private, but by labeling her as a slut, degrading her character, and turning her into a female hooligan and delinquent, they brought her down from her pedestal."

"When she is so despicable, so lewd, and full of sexual desire, then she becomes a target for anyone to sleep with."

“Fantasy becomes reality, I can do anything for her, and the label of objectification has been successfully attached to her.”

“This is an excellent film that ranks among the top 100 films in film history.” Bai Weiran looked at Qin Ning.

"This movie actually answers the second question you just asked me. Unlike the role of the abuser, it chooses to vilify, belittle, and slut all women, making them tear each other apart, curse each other, and discriminate against and belittle them in various ways. This is essentially the same thing that this movie is trying to express: by objectifying others, it pulls down those who were previously unattainable from their pedestals."

"What actually happens in reality is that once they are brought down from their pedestal, they become just ordinary technical workers, isolated from the mainstream of society."

“And in creative works, there is a high probability that one can be redeemed through love for a man. As long as one falls in love with a man and becomes his possession, one can sublimate these discriminations and belittlements.”

Bai Weiran smiled gently.

"Perhaps some part of those men was blessed by God, or perhaps they genuinely believed they could produce holy water!"

"Therefore, by receiving their love and holy water, one can be purified, and a slut with a foul mouth can be restored to an elegant saint."

“In the past, they wrote very bluntly, but now there are smarter methods that use lighthearted humor to make people less intelligent. No matter how minor or serious, they all promote the same thing at their core.”

"Materialization—"

"To make everything that is unattainable seem reasonable through materialization."

Bai Weiran winked at Qin Ning, who was stunned.

"However, any of us may unintentionally objectify others. Realizing objectification is an important step, and to realize objectification, we must understand the nature of its root causes."

"So Qin Ning, you're right to be afraid of me, and I'd say it's good that you're afraid—"

“I will always be a person of the other gender. I can only analyze your contradictions rationally, but I cannot empathize with your fear. I may also be influenced by the lingering ideology of my own ethnic group, and unconsciously I may objectify you. I dare not say that I am not.”

"So you have to look at it from another perspective. You have to constantly remind me that I will not separate myself from them and say that I am different from them. Even if I try to change, I must also acknowledge that we come from the same source."

He cupped her cheeks in his hands and squeezed them together, making her look like an ugly octopus face.

Then he laughed to himself.

Qin Ning was lost in thought and forgot to resist.

"This is not poison, Qin Ning, it's a very bitter medicine."

“You only truly saw me when you stopped loving me as much, when you started questioning the relationship and confronting the deepest, most wretched aspects of my humanity.”

Qin Ning snapped out of her reverie and looked at his face.

"What can I do, Brother Weiran?"

"What else can I do besides be afraid?"

Why is Bai Weiran in Chapter Fourteen?

The roses on the beach swayed gently as the sea breeze softened, and the remaining crimson petals swirling in the air gradually diminished.

Some petals fell into the seawater reflecting the Milky Way, swaying with the waves.

"This fear is normal; it's a fear that's close to our biological origins."

"Men's fears are not achieving success, not being recognized, and not being loved by others—have you noticed? In fact, these are all higher-level fears, the social rules constructed by human society, and the fear of not conforming to these social rules."

"Women have more fears that are biologically ingrained, such as not daring to go out alone late at night, and being vigilant even when living alone in a big city. At least half of the human population in this world is physiologically superior to women. It's a survival of the fittest, a biological instinct, where the strong prey on the weak and rob the weak."

"In the most primitive environment of nature, one can seize more resources for survival and reproduce without even paying a price; it is a biological instinct. The reason why humans have to pay a price is only after the establishment of social systems."

"You are looking at this nakedly blatantly violent world of men and the words of their supporters. It is the most primal human desire. You feel afraid because you have realized that without a social system to protect you, you don't even have the ability to protect yourself."

Qin Ning looked at Bai Weiran silently, curling up her limbs.

"You've simply moved from someone who would definitely hurt me to someone better."

Upon hearing this, Qin Ning suddenly became anxious.

"I believe you wouldn't hurt me, Brother Weiran! I didn't really doubt you when I said those things, I just... I just... I don't know, I'm so confused..."

"I know, I know—" Bai Weiran comforted her with a smile.

“We are just rationally analyzing a matter. If we look at it from the root, you will find that you still do not have the right to protect yourself, and the responsibility to protect yourself has been shifted from one person to another.”

"You feel uneasy, you feel afraid, you realize that the power to protect yourself is not in your own hands, but in the hands of others."

"Unless, all women in the world suddenly become physically strong and can fight men to the death, your sense of security will increase significantly. You won't have to worry about your body being forcibly violated or about becoming an easier target."

"Physical violence is the most direct and terrifying because it is not like deception. If you are deceived, you can still escape by relying on your own intelligence. If a gun is pointed at the head of a genius, even if the genius has the wisdom of the whole world, he can only kneel down and crawl like a dog."

"As long as a man has enough physical strength to defeat you, no matter how much money, intelligence, education, status, or glamorous career you have, he can still pin you to the ground and forcibly violate you—that's the fear you see through the veneer of violence."

Bai Weiran sighed as he finished speaking.

"I think that must be very painful. Even though I haven't experienced it, I think it's not like losing face that can be solved by being beaten up. It's the pain of having one's human rights taken away, not something external like having money stolen or being disgraced."

"Because money and face can both be regained through one's own efforts."

"The pain of completely losing one's physical boundaries in that instant is something that can never be made up for—if creation can reflect a person's heart and soul, we can see that there is a lot of violent literature being created, and more than 90% of those who commit rape are men. Moreover, in order to rationalize all these acts of violence, they will use the female resistance to the depravity of pleasure to complete the logical consistency." Bai Weiran shrugged.

"Many of the remaining 10% of female authors have real experiences and cannot escape those real experiences. They then create erotic literature, but their works are not full of a cheerful atmosphere. Instead, they are dull, depressing, and filled with the sorrow of wanting to end their lives."

"After being domesticated by modern society, men have made new progress. They know that violence is wrong because the law can directly punish such visible harm. They suppress the idea of ​​violence and then create another kind of woman to satisfy their fantasies."

“Shift your focus away from men and towards women who are looking at you from a male perspective.”

"This objectifies women, blames them for everything, and portrays them from the very beginning as the embodiment of low morals and desires. In this male imagination, women working as sex workers is a very happy thing, and they create a place full of pleasure and sensual pleasure."

“This is really interesting,” Bai Weiran said with a smile.

"Perhaps they subconsciously know that once they carefully consider that the women in these places are human beings, the behavior of men arbitrarily plundering these women's bodies becomes unreasonable. Therefore, these women must not be human beings, but a collection of desires, working for their own pleasure. They are forced to do this in this place. They get pleasure and earn money at the same time. It's a win-win situation. They put in their labor and get paid. What a pitiful man."

"As long as you don't think about it, you won't get into a contradiction; just serve your own pleasure."

"This logic is amazing—that in order to achieve pleasure, women must first please men, kneel down and suck the penis that has been blessed by the gods, make men happy and satisfy their desires, and only then can they satisfy themselves. This logic can actually be reasonably established as the basis for the claim that women are the embodiment of desire."

Bai Weiran smiled somewhat mockingly.

"This is like me working for a boss to earn money to buy a house, with the ultimate goal of making money to buy a house so that I can feel at ease and happy. But now the boss has actually published a book saying: 'My happy employees, these money-loving little things, make me happy. I give them money, and look, they are ecstatic. They even work overtime for me, bowing and kneeling before me.' The boss thinks this is a symbol of how hard-working people like to work. I think all hard-working people would be so angry when they see this logic that they would burn the book and bury scholars alive."