Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 1 —

Su Ci was a born heartbreaker. With the looks of a femme fatale, she had the “Tomie effect”—regardless of gender, anyone who saw her would fall helplessly in love at first sight.

Correction: they were madly in love with her stunning exterior.

And yet, Su Ci often felt she was too much of a freak to ever truly belong in this world.

Her first boyfriend had broad shoulders, lean muscles, and a trim waist. When Su Ci suggested installing a camera in the bathroom, he flat-out refused, cursed her out as a pervert, and stormed off.

Her second boyfriend received a custom-made set of pure gold restraints—cage, handcuffs, and ankle chains. But instead of being touched, he packed his bags and ran away in the middle of the night.

The third boyfriend was just too attractive—always drawing attention wherever he went. So Su Ci locked him in a dark room. He’d rather harm himself than live in that kind of twisted intimacy.

Su Ci shrugged, innocent as ever. She was just a bit possessive, wasn’t she?

“Weren’t you all supposed to be madly in love with me?”

“Bunch of two-faced liars.”

Until one day, a so-called Destiny Alteration System approached her out of nowhere.

[We’ve detected that you possess a unique constitution and exceptional aptitude. Sign a contract, and you can swap destinies with the heroines of yandere novels—and finally find the soulmate who shares your twisted tastes.]

Everyone knew what kind of stories those were.

Madness. Darkness. Possession. Love bordering on cruelty.

The male leads were broken, dangerous, and obsessive—but fiercely loyal.

The heroines? Beautiful, kind-hearted, delicate yet stubborn. Soft, but unyielding.

They had no powerful families to back them, no ruthless means to fight back. They were nothing more than prey, trapped in the hands of power-hungry, deranged men.

Yes—trapped.

The heroines hated those deranged dogs.

Hated how they stole away their chance at a normal life.
Hated how they shattered their pride, ground their dignity underfoot.
Hated how they were turned into helpless vines, kept in a gilded greenhouse.

Their resentment fueled the Destiny Alteration System to find Su Ci.

Once the agreement was signed, Su Ci would inherit the heroine’s fate—and become the target of these twisted lovers.

The heroines, in return, would gain a second chance. No longer shackled by toxic love, they’d be free to chase their own paths.

[Stamped and sealed—this agreement takes immediate effect and cannot be revoked. Please consider carefully.]

Yanderes?

Su Ci’s eyes sparkled with excitement.

She pressed her fingerprint down without a second thought.

The Imperial Maple Court villas were one of the most luxurious neighborhoods in all of Beijing. Wide, clean asphalt roads were shaded by rows of parasol trees. The sunlight filtered through the lush green leaves, casting soft, dappled light on An Kefan.

After a sudden wave of dizziness, she stopped walking. For a moment, she felt the urge to run—run far away.

Ahead of her stood a mansion—opulent and imposing, just the tip of the iceberg of this estate. The kind of place most people would give everything to live in.

But to An Kefan, it was a prison.

A place filled with misery: a toxic school, cold and neglectful parents, and a forced love that ruined her.

She stood there for a while, then suddenly bolted, canvas bag slung over her shoulder.

She crashed into someone along the way, but didn’t even stop to apologize. She just kept running, as if some ghost was chasing her down for her life.

It wasn’t until she made it out of the neighborhood that she finally felt solid ground under her feet.

The Destiny Alteration System hadn’t lied—she had really come back.

Back to the moment before she met that lunatic, Qi Du.

This time, no matter what, she would never accept that tutoring job.

Even if Madam Qi doubled the pay, tripled it, begged her—no chance!

Her chest was still heaving when her phone started vibrating like crazy in her pocket.

On the screen: “Mom.”

An Kefan took a deep breath and answered.

“Hello? Mom, you—”

She didn’t even finish before a sharp, shrill voice pierced her ear:

“Did the interview go well? Get the parents to advance you twenty thousand! Your dad needs money for the hospital, and your brother’s private school fees won’t wait around!”

An Kefan froze. In her memory… how long had it been since her mother dared to speak to her like this?

In her past life, ever since she became Qi Du’s tutor, her parents never asked her for money again. Her younger brother became obedient and polite.

She snapped without thinking:

“No money! An Guangyao’s grades are so bad he’d be lucky to get into a trade school! He should just get a factory job screwing in bolts!”

“Oh, so your wings have hardened now, huh?” her mother snarled. “I fed you, clothed you, and this is how you talk to me when I ask for money? Weren’t you bragging yesterday that tutoring paid two thousand an hour?”

“Don’t have money? Go make some! Work more jobs, stop buying clothes and snacks, stay out of the mall. Don’t want to give it to me? Fine—I’ll call your school and talk to your counselor!”

There was no hint of a loving mother in that voice—only the greed of a monster feeding off her.

The sweat she’d worked up from running quickly turned cold. The ache in her heart was worse than the chill clinging to her back.

She couldn’t let her mother cause a scene at school. That woman was a master manipulator—if she twisted the truth, how would her classmates and teachers look at her?

Numb and hopeless, An Kefan turned back around, like a puppet on broken strings.

Was this fate?

Was she destined to never escape Qi Du’s grip?

Suddenly, her alarm rang.

She broke into another run.

She wasn’t the only one interviewing for the tutoring job today—and she was five minutes from being late!

To be fair, she could’ve chosen another job. But other families only paid a couple hundred per hour—nothing compared to Madam Qi.

So when her mom demanded money, An Kefan instinctively dismissed all other options.

Whether out of fear of her past life… or some deep-rooted delusion, she didn’t know.

She just prayed that if she kept a low enough profile, Madam Qi wouldn’t pick her.

That way, her parents wouldn’t have any reason to call her useless again.

Inside the quiet, spacious room, the walls were plastered with manga posters. Collectible figures—each worth a small fortune—lined the shelves and countertops.

A young man lounged in front of a computer, casual and at ease. His refined, unruly features were lit by the glow of the screen. One flick of his long fingers triggered a gorgeous in-game attack.

His team exploded in cheers through the mic.

“Another win! This game’s too easy!”

“Tch, Qi-ge always finishes the match. Boring! Let’s go do something fun.”

“Silver Bay Club! Qi-ge just got a new sports car—bring it out and let the boys drool a little!”

Qi Du smirked, lazy and unconcerned. He pulled off his gaming headset, tossed on a windbreaker, spun his keyring around one finger, and replied:

“Hold up. Your daddy’s taking you for a ride.”

Downstairs, ten or so tutors had been waiting over an hour—male and female, most of them college students from nearby schools. Shared age meant easy conversation.

No one dared complain. The Qi family’s servants were professional and polite, offering tea and fruit trays. Even those who didn’t get chosen received 300 yuan for travel expenses.

An Kefan arrived late, drenched in sweat, her hair sticking to her face. She looked a mess—disheveled and completely forgettable. No one paid her any mind.

She sat quietly in the back, secretly relieved. She didn’t fix her hair or wipe her face—the more invisible she was, the better.

She definitely didn’t want to be noticed by Qi Du.

But just as she sat down, slow footsteps echoed from the spiral staircase.

An Kefan looked up.

The young man descended in black shirt and slacks. He was tall and slender, lean but imposing. His cold, unreadable face looked like it had stepped out of a comic book.

Her hand instinctively smoothed back her hair, revealing her fair, delicate face. She dabbed the sweat off her forehead and straightened the wrinkles in her shirt…

No. Wait.

What the hell was she doing?

Realizing it, An Kefan quickly dropped her gaze, trying to hide.

In her panic, she accidentally kicked over her chair.

Screech—BANG!

The sharp noise drew every eye in the room.

Shit.

Now Qi Du was definitely going to notice her.

Su Ci: Pretends to be sweet and gentle—actually a psychotic maniac.

Male Lead: Pretends to be a yandere—actually a wounded little puppy.