Quick Transmigration: What's Wrong with the Yandere Male Lead? It's So Good!

Xiao Huaiyan quickly stepped forward and gently patted him, frowning slightly: "How could you choke on your tea?"

Xiao Huaiyan looked at the small teacup that could only hold a sip of water and expressed his incomprehension.

"Cough cough, I'm fine now, it was just an accident."

At the same time, he mentally shouted to 888: [Sent to a brothel? People actually go to brothels to solicit men?]

"Well, this world is divided into brothels and red brothels. Brothels are full of men."

The fourth prince already had homosexual tendencies; in modern terms, he would be described as a top, so sending him to be a bottom was an extremely cruel punishment.

But he deserved it! He usually liked to select handsome young eunuchs to bring back and humiliate and play with at will. Countless young eunuchs were harmed by him.

The male protagonist is giving someone a taste of their own medicine. He humiliated others before, so it's only right that he experiences the pain of being manipulated himself now.

After hearing the system's explanation, Jiang Rangrang subconsciously looked up at Xiao Huaiyan beside her.

The morning light fell on his well-defined profile, his eyes and brows exuding a gentle and relaxed air, devoid of any aggression or hostility.

He was playing with her hand in his large hand, looking serene and peaceful. It was really hard to imagine that he had such a cruel side.

After reading the complete timeline of 888, I have some thoughts:

Those people deserved it. So many people conspired to drag the sixteen-year-old protagonist from the heights of success into the mire. His maternal family was exiled, and his mother died young. If it had been an ordinary person, things might have turned out differently...

Jiang Rangrang understood that when a person is out of options, there is still one way out: to stop living.

Although it may seem cowardly, everyone has a different threshold for enduring pain. Those who choose that path when they can't bear it may not actually want to die; they may just need someone to lend a hand.

Human beings are driven by the instinct to survive, but to offer a path to those who have no hope is the act of a saint.

After Lai Fu and Lai Xi cleaned the house, Xiao Huaiyan got up, walked to the multi-treasure bookshelf against the wall, and pulled out a roll of Xuan paper.

Then came the familiar four-piece set: wolf hair brush, pine soot ink, and Duan inkstone, neatly arranged on the large desk by the window.

Jiang Rangrang swallowed hard, her eyes darting around: "You can't see me, you can't see me, you can't see me..."

The ink stick is moistened with water and ground finely, and the faint fragrance of ink slowly diffuses into the air.

Xiao Huaiyan looked at her, his thin lips parted slightly, and he said gently, "Make way for me, let's continue practicing the character 'Xiao' today."

Jiang Rangrang inwardly wailed, frantically pouring out her grievances to 888 in her mind:

[Help! 888! Do you have any props? I really can't write well by myself! There are just too many strokes in those traditional Chinese characters!!!]

888 (Suppressing Laughter): [This does exist, but it's not suitable for you, host.]

[What?!]

[A master-level calligraphy buff—you claim you can't write anything and suddenly become a master? The male lead isn't stupid; wouldn't he be exposed immediately?]

Jiang Rangrang felt utterly devastated. She slowly got up from her chair, took one step at a time, and walked to the desk, where she stood obediently.

Xiao Huaiyan looked at her listless appearance, which seemed to say "I don't want to write," and his eyes were full of doting smiles.

So cute.

He pulled her close, held her small hand in his large one, and patiently began to teach her, starting with how to hold a pen.

Then, after Jiang Rangrang had filled five sheets of paper with black ink, she couldn't take it anymore.

She wanted to turn back and say that she really had no talent, and suggested that she be taught archery and horseback riding, since she would rather ride a horse and shoot arrows now.

But as she turned her head, her lips brushed against his chin.

The air fell silent instantly, leaving only the sound of their breathing.

Jiang Rangrang's eyes widened, her mind filled with thoughts of: "It's all over, it's all over, it's all over... all that time I bought by crying like that!"

Xiao Huaiyan's eyes were as deep as a still pool, and without saying a word, he kissed her.

Jiang Rangrang's head was being held up by his large hand, leaving him no way to escape.

Xiao Huaiyan removed the hair ornament from her hair, and her thick, long hair fell loose, making her even more alluring.

When Xiao Huaiyan was about to attack her, she still felt unprepared, but she was unable to resist.

It's a terrible thing. She finally evolved into a seasoned pro in the last world, but after her memories were processed like this, she's back to being a complete newbie.

She struggled instinctively, but she found that her struggles were only a source of amusement for Xiao Huaiyan. Not only were they useless, they only excited him more.

Then she remembered something: she was a useless little girl with a built-in "delicate and soft body" buff. The female protagonist of this world was set to be delicate, soft, and easy to push over.

So how could she possibly escape the clutches of a strong and skilled martial arts-practicing male protagonist? With that thought in mind, she decisively changed her tactics; as long as the old moves were effective, that was fine.

"Your Highness~ I'm scared..."

After Jiang Rangrang realized that resisting was useless, she decisively resorted to playing the victim, trying to get Xiao Huaiyan to let her off the hook again. But she was moving too fast!

Unfortunately, the tricks that worked on Qiao Yizhou and yesterday had the opposite effect on Xiao Huaiyan today.

Hearing her soft, sweet voice, Xiao Huaiyan's breathing became heavier for a moment.

He gently stroked her panicked face and softly comforted her, "Don't be afraid, I'll be gentle~"

With a "hiss," the new dress tore...

"Ah!" Jiang Rangrang was startled and was completely stunned.

Tearing clothes? Is it really necessary to be that stimulating?

While she was still in a daze, Xiao Huaiyan had already finished everything.

As for the bellyband, those who know, know it well. It doesn't provide much support for the chest; its main purpose is to protect the navel from the wind.

How did the author describe the female protagonist in the original work?

Her appearance was described as having skin as smooth as cream, bright eyes and white teeth, and stunning beauty.

Her figure is described as curvaceous and full-figured, and those two words alone tell you how good her figure is now.

People in ancient times were all thin, and they were all malnourished. The "full breasts and big hips" they talked about were not fat, but rather having flesh in the right places, which is similar to the aesthetic standards of modern women.

Sure enough, her stunning figure has made Xiao Huaiyan's eyes turn red with envy.

Jiang Rangrang was truly frightened now, because from the few remaining memories of the previous world, she vaguely remembered that her first time didn't seem pleasant at all...

She was suddenly picked up.

She prepared to make one last effort, her eyes filled with tears, and she crossed her arms to hide herself: "Your Highness, please don't do this... I beg you..."

"Rangrang, don't worry, you have no idea how much I like you. I will take responsibility for you."

His throat was dry and hoarse, and his eyes were full of longing as he looked at her.

Xiao Huaiyan was nineteen years old this year, and his body was already mature, but he had never felt this way before. He longed to have her.

If he could stop at this point, he wouldn't be a paragon of virtue; he'd be utterly incompetent, useless there.

Jiang Rangrang crossed her arms and huddled at the back of the bed, staring dumbfounded as Xiao Huaiyan stood by the bed and slowly took off his clothes.

She watched helplessly as he showed no sign of stopping, and quickly turned her head away.

The next second, her ankle was grabbed by a large, burning hand, and she was dragged to the edge of the bed.

Waaaaah... He's so scary!

Jiang Rangrang was so scared she cried. Well, she swore that she was only 60% acting and 40% genuinely scared.