Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

What if the matter isn't finished yet...

That would be terrible.

Yes, it can be described as a "catastrophic disaster".

Jiang Nianxi clapped her hands, then walked over to Yang An and slowly squatted down.

She smiled, her eyes sparkling like stars.

"Do you like sleeping with me?"

"..."

Is it possible to choose not to answer this question?

Yang An instinctively avoided eye contact.

"If you answer correctly, you're allowed to sleep in the same bed with me tonight, okay?"

Jiang Nianxi gently rubbed his face, tilting her head to the side.

"Otherwise, you'll just have to sit in this chair forever... It must be very uncomfortable, right? I can't bear to see you suffer..."

"..."

They've made their answer obvious on their faces.

For Yang An, who was now at his wit's end and no different from a lamb to the slaughter, was there any better option?

Even if Yang An wanted to be stubborn.

I'm afraid... my tormented body won't allow it either.

"I...I...I like it."

Yang An said weakly.

Get rid of it as soon as possible.

If he stayed in that chair any longer, he felt he would lose control and bite his tongue to commit suicide.

Although the environment has not changed, it remains closed.

Can……

At least.

Having a small bed where you can lie down and curl up is now a luxury.

"Huh? What did you say?"

"I like……"

"What do you like?"

"like……"

"If you don't tell me, you'll keep making me feel heartbroken, okay?"

Jiang Nianxi asked probing questions with great interest.

She seemed to enjoy the feeling of interrogating prisoners.

No.

It should be a superior sense of control.

Humans are strange creatures.

The more you cherish something, the more likely you are to harbor a hidden, destructive desire deep inside.

The more I like something, the more I want to destroy it.

Just like couples, they always want to make each other cry, and they feel happy to see the other person a little embarrassed.

The more you cherish something, the stronger your hidden urge to break it becomes.

The two are interdependent and inseparable.

The only difference is whether it can be suppressed or not.

But in the basement, a lawless place.

There were no laws, no interference, and no obstruction.

Everything, including Yang An himself, was under Jiang Nianxi's control.

Let it be at their disposal.

The destructive urge within will crawl out from the depths of your heart like a demon.

It recklessly devours normal thought.

It occupies the human brain.

Jiang Nianxi enjoyed watching Yang An's humble, pleading manner.

She felt conquered.

When her beloved was at her most vulnerable, she chose to surrender.

Complete surrender, wholehearted surrender.

She enjoys the feeling of turning her partner from a lover into a personal slave.

To undermine Yang An's thinking and break his will.

then……

Forcibly and domineeringly implanting one's own ideas.

Destruction, reconstruction.

It's really... inexplicably exciting.

"I like sleeping with you..."

Upon hearing the complete words, Jiang Nianxi's delicate body trembled violently.

It was as if some kind of switch had been flipped.

"Waaah..."

She felt an electric current coursing through her body, activating every cell.

This kind of stimulation is so addictive...

"Okay, let me help you to bed."

Jiang Nianxi took out a key from her waist and began to unlock the chains binding Yang An.

But chains alone are not enough.

There's also a rope.

The shackles that had bound Yang An for two whole months were finally broken.

Excitement gleamed in Yang An's eyes.

He tried to stand up, but his muscles seemed welded to the chair and wouldn't obey his commands.

It's difficult to exert any strength and make any movements.

His whole body was stiff, like a living corpse.

Jiang Nianxi had anticipated this, so she untied it without any hesitation and did not take any countermeasures.

she knows.

In this situation, any normal person would be unable to leave, even if asked to.

Muscles atrophy, and strength is lost.

There is no escape.

There's no way they can escape.

That's her confidence.

In the end, Yang An could only walk shakily to the makeshift bed in the corner with Jiang Nianxi's help.

He felt that his body no longer belonged to him.

It was as if she was hanging on Jiang Nianxi, being dragged along by her.

With every movement, the intense soreness stimulated his brain.