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

[Host, is it appropriate to discuss the plot with me at this time?]

Even 888 was helpless; its host had truly transformed into a seasoned veteran.

Jiang Rangrang sighed inwardly:

The most important thing in life is to accept your fate, otherwise you won't live comfortably.

I'm already mentally prepared for the male lead to be very strong, so what's the point of me being nervous and scared? It doesn't solve anything.

You still haven't told me, who is the female supporting character?

888: [The male lead's classmate.]

Then the screen went black.

Sigh... good luck to the host.

Alister looked at his baby's blank and confused eyes (actually, he was daydreaming) with a heart full of love.

He could be completely obedient to her and do whatever she wanted, but there was one thing he couldn't bear to do for her.

Because there is no other way to prove how much he loves her.

Jiang Rangrang ended her conversation with 888 because he was about to make a move on her as soon as she was put down.

"Brother El..."

She started acting in a second, exclaimed in surprise, and looked completely bewildered.

Her voice, though soft and charming, is better left unsaid.

Because it clearly provoked Allist.

Because he tugged at his collar...

Jiang Rangrang: "..."

She turned her head shyly, her breathing heavy from the effects of the potion, but her appearance reddened Alister's eyes.

"Make way, don't be afraid, we are the closest people in the world."

He spoke while gazing at her with fascination.

His darling is the most beautiful girl in the world...

"I think I..."

Jiang Rangrang was experiencing this feeling of being somewhat out of control for the first time.

Because she had never experienced hunger, she had never known this feeling.

Her face was flushed pink, and she curled up uncomfortably.

Allist helped the man up.

"It'll be ready in a moment."

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.

The spring flows silently, its gentle stream cherished; the shade of the trees reflects on the water, loving the soft sunshine.

Song Dynasty, Yang Wanli, "Small Pond"

It means: The spring water seeps out quietly, reluctant to flow too fast.

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.

The potion worked very well; she had no strength left, as if she had been given a muscle relaxant.

Even though Alister felt he was fully prepared, he still had some concerns.

He was even a little afraid of hurting her...

So he seemed a bit hesitant and indecisive.

Jiang Rangrang: "..."

Is he out of his mind?! Stop investigating! Hurry up!!!

As it turns out, the potion was indeed reliable.

Alliste knew he would get addicted to it all, he definitely would.

"..."

Jiang Rangrang gave in; she surrendered. She twisted and turned in protest, the effects of the potion long gone, and she was truly exhausted.

Alliste is a madman!

He also fed her healing potions, just to make her last longer; if she wouldn't drink them, he would feed them to her mouth.

She was truly defeated; she felt dizzy and sleepy.

"I want to sleep..."

Jiang Rangrang wanted to cry but had no tears.

Seeing how pitiful she was, Allist decided to stop there and give up.

How can one describe what Alister did?

If it weren't for Alistair opening a magic circle, she could have summoned everyone in the castle.

Alliste was a lustful and lecherous man, and he admitted that he was inherently a greedy and despicable person.

After all, he had been keeping her as a pet for a long time, starting when he was ten years old.

He felt he was really terrible; at such an age when he knew nothing, he knew to hide his treasures so that others wouldn't covet them.

This time, he finally stopped cleaning by himself and instead used a cleaning magic spell to hold her as she fell asleep.

A day and a night had passed since the start.

When Alister woke up again, he stared at his baby intently, just like before they slept in separate rooms, for a long while before getting up.

He began to realize he had grown up when he was fifteen.

But his precious child was only twelve years old at the time, so he reluctantly moved out on his own initiative.

Now, he can finally sleep in their room again.

He emerged from bed naked, his strong and beautiful body exposed to the air, his superior physique and proportions like a meticulously sculpted sculpture.

He slowly dressed, lowered his head and kissed Jiang Rangrang's forehead before going downstairs.

Samuel sat in the downstairs living room with a serious face. When he saw him, his tone was unusually harsh, and he didn't call him the affectionate "El" anymore.

"Allister! What did you do to Jean?"

Alister looked at Lina, who was standing to the side with her head down, and at the butler, whose eyes were darting away.

She pursed her lips, then looked directly at her father: "She's not my sister, she's my fiancée."

"You! You're such a jerk! Let her treat you like a brother."