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

The group returned to the Forget-Worry Pavilion, and Xiao Wang and Jiang Rangrang also came back with them.

Then, in the guest room arranged for Xiao Wang, Xiao Wang crossed his arms and said in a sarcastic tone, "Junior Sister~"

Jiang Rangrang then realized that she had been keeping it a secret from both sides, but she remained completely calm, tilting her head up to look at him with an adorable expression:

"You're not my senior brother, you can't call me that."

Xiao Wang: "..."

"Don't you have anything to explain to me?"

Jiang Rangrang blinked her big eyes: "A wife doesn't need to explain to her husband; she has special privileges."

Xiao Wang: "..."

"Hey? Xiao Wang, where are you going?"

Jiang Rangrang called out to Xiao Wang, who was "flying" out of the window.

Why is this person running? And using light-footed skills to run.

888: [Host, take it easy with your flirting, the male lead is still a virgin.]

Jiang Rangrang's cute little face was full of a mischievous grin: [One of the hundred ways to tame a yandere: be direct and confess your love directly.]

888: [Host is awesome!]

[Does your system differentiate between good and bad account numbers? Do account numbers like 888, 666, and 777 need to be claimed?]

No, they're randomly assigned; whatever the factory designation is what it is.

You can't deny Jiang Rangrang's sharp mind. He's not particularly intelligent, but he's incredibly quick-witted. He'll ask about anything he's interested in right away, and the topic will veer off in an instant.

Meanwhile, Xiao Wang's heart was pounding three times; the instantaneous shock and surging emotions were impossible to calm down.

So he used his light-footed skills to run away, and after half an hour of parkour in the forest, he stopped at the top of a towering tree and looked into the distance.

The direction he was looking in was precisely the Wuyou Pavilion.

I've fallen, and I've fallen willingly.

He glanced in that direction again, then decisively sped towards the town.

During dinner, Jiang Rangrang frowned. This person wasn't coming back?

"Make way, where's your fiancé?" Master Zheng asked his young apprentice.

Jiang Rangrang covered for him:

"He had important business to attend to in the city. He told me before he left that if everything went smoothly, he would be back that night, but if not, he would have to spend the night outside and not to worry."

Master Zheng nodded, and the group began their meal.

Jiang Rangrang mentally complained to 888:

[Don't I look like that kind of traitor who gets married, is actually unhappy, but tells her family she's doing great and even speaks well of her husband?]

888: [Host, let's eat. The food's getting cold.]

Every day, I'm speechless at the sight of my own host.

What kind of state did the host train the old, yandere male protagonist into? All the sadomasochistic yandere novels have been turned into sweet novels.

That evening, Jiang Rangrang wasn't worried about Xiao Wang. It was already written in the original work that he was the pinnacle of martial arts in the entire book, so what was there to worry about?

Jiang Rangrang was sound asleep, while Xiao Wang was having a very exciting time.

He went to the roof of the brothel and listened to the sounds inside. After some hesitation, he reluctantly lifted the tiles, intending to learn how to be intimate.

As a result, the tile got stuck halfway off.

That won't do!

When he looked, didn't he see another woman's body?

No no no.

He immediately put the tile back on.

The night was alluring, the brothel was brightly lit, and inside, the sounds of birdsong and the fragrance of perfume filled the air, creating a decadent and sensual atmosphere.

Xiao Wang sat on the rooftop, his demeanor completely out of place with the atmosphere.

He sat on the rooftop for a while, pondering what to do, and finally kidnapped the madam.

Inside the brothel, the forty-something-year-old madam trembled as she forced a smile.

"Young master, please tell me what you want. I'll call any girl you like for you. Sheathe that sword, sheathe it."

Xiao Wang felt he had scared him enough, so he sheathed his sword and said, "I'm getting married soon."

"Congratulations!" The madam didn't understand what he meant by saying he was getting married, but that didn't stop her from being sweet-talking.

Xiao Wang's lips curled slightly; he liked what he heard.

"Well, I don't have much experience with consummating the marriage on our wedding night. Tell me about it. If you can explain it clearly, this one is yours."

A gold ingot was placed on the table.

The madam's eyes lit up: "Young master, you've come to the right person. I'm a professional."

She cleared her throat and began to explain the science earnestly, her tone both simple and detailed:

"The most important thing to pay attention to is emotions. Girls are shy and timid, especially on their wedding night, when they feel both shy and flustered."

You mustn't rush things, and you absolutely mustn't act on your own impulses; you'll scare the girl away.

"At the beginning, you must be gentle, talk to her more, go along with her, coax her, try to make her relax, and let her trust you and not be afraid of you."

"She wasn't afraid of me to begin with." Xiao Wang felt that this was useless to him.

The madam said she understood; they were childhood sweethearts, they knew each other well, and that made things easier.

"Now let's get to the most important part. We need to take it slow and proceed step by step. Young women are very delicate and can't handle rough treatment. Let her relax and not resist so that both of you can be comfortable."

"Also, I don't recommend those kinds of things on your wedding night; the bride can't handle it. Please wait a moment."

During a break from her lecture, the madam even pulled out a fire-avoidance diagram she had kept hidden away:

"Look, this position is the most comfortable for both of you during your wedding night, and the bride will suffer less."

Xiao Wang looked at the two little figures in the picture and indicated that he understood.

"Then, things will be much more varied from now on. Look at this pose, this one..."

The madam was having a great time telling her story, and Xiao Wang was listening very attentively.

His gaze was so focused, as if he were studying a top-level martial arts manual, memorizing every single word.

Indeed, as he listened to the madam's story, he could already picture it in his mind.

Jiang Rangrang was all I could think about; my heart was burning and throbbing, and my blood felt like it was about to boil.

After the madam finished explaining all the key points and introducing a book on fire avoidance, Xiao Wang tossed down a gold ingot and disappeared into the night without lingering.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

It was already past midnight when a dark figure, as nimble and graceful as a ghost, slipped past all the disciples on duty and landed silently in the backyard of the Forget-Worry Pavilion.

Xiao Wang found Jiang Rangrang's room, and quietly pushed the door open. Jiang Rangrang was fast asleep, undisturbed.

She lay on her side, her small face buried in the soft pillow, her long eyelashes drooping down like two small fans.

Her nose was small and pert, and her lips were slightly pouting. She looked so adorable when she was asleep that it made his heart flutter.

Xiao Wang stood by the bed, looking down at the sleeping girl.

His eyes were filled with intense infatuation, his dark pupils were deep and unfathomable, and his gaze traced her eyebrows, nose, and lips inch by inch.

I couldn't bear to look away from it.

The urge to touch her was intense and overwhelming, trying to take over his reason.

He lingered for a moment longer, then returned to his room, not daring to stay any longer.

He dared not stay any longer, fearing he would lose control of his greed and be unable to resist.

From 888's perspective:

The male protagonist returned late at night and stood by the host's bedside, staring at the host for half an hour with the eyes of a hungry wolf eyeing its prey.