Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 190

His fingertips glided gently across her lower abdomen.

The soft rasp of a zipper being pulled closed felt like it dragged on for a century. Then came the sound of a belt sliding through its buckle, the prong locking into place with a soft click.

“Tight enough?”

He had told Su Ci not to make a sound, but now he was the one whispering low and hoarse, biting gently at her right earlobe between every flirtatious, suggestive murmur.

Su Ci obeyed in silence. She reached out and traced his firm forearm, then lightly drew a check mark on the back of the hand that was still covering her eyes.

Perfect fit.

That fleeting warmth on his hand sent a jolt straight to his bones. He trembled involuntarily, savoring the lingering sensation in the darkness—unknown to anyone.

Next came the outer vest over her shirt. Starting from the hem, he buttoned each one, all the way up to her chest.

The tailored fit hugged her curves precisely. No matter how deft or gentlemanly his movements were, some faint, accidental touches were inevitable.

His breathing near her ear grew heavier and more ragged, as if he were deliberately savoring the scent of her neck—or intentionally letting his breath tickle her collar.

And he still wasn’t done.

Su Ci felt him pull something from behind her and then drape a cool, silky strip of fabric over her eyes, tying it behind her head with just enough pressure.

A necktie.

He seemed quite pleased with his handiwork, planting a soft kiss atop her head. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he let out a low, satisfied sigh.

“A fair exchange. Wear this to class tomorrow, or I can’t promise nothing bad will happen.”

With both hands finally free, the first thing he did was scoop her into his arms, restricting her movement as much as possible—dominant and unyielding.

The changing room had only one chair, which creaked under the sudden weight of two people.

Inside the next stall, Xia Chuhe’s scalp went numb.

Power outages in changing rooms were practically made for urban legends.

Her mind immediately conjured up the faces of those who often bullied her—Tong Yuting, the Guan sisters Guantang and Guanzhiyue…

Then came flashes of horror movies—ghosts, zombies, snakes, bugs, unidentified creatures… or a psycho killer.

“Who’s there? Who else is changing?”

No one answered. The rustling only grew louder, and now it was accompanied by what unmistakably sounded like… breathing. More than one person.

Whatever she imagined, it made Xia Chuhe’s pale face flush scarlet—then white—then green.

She yanked on her vest and burst out of the changing room.

Shameless!

Who the hell was hooking up in a locker room?

Wait… their class was the only one having equestrian training right now. The only other F-rank girl besides her—

That transfer student, Su Ci?!

She… she actually…!

Xia Chuhe nearly fainted.

Min Yi had been so good to her, even skipped breakfast just to bring her something, and now Su Ci was cheating behind his back—in the damn changing room?

Just earlier in class, Min Yi had stood up to Chu Junling for her sake and got punished with a pile of written assignments. And this was how she repaid him?

Inside the stall, the man grasped Su Ci’s wrist and dropped a kiss onto the back of her pale hand. Then, with precise movements, he began slipping gloves onto her fingers—one by one, until each fit snugly.

“Good girl.”

His voice was low and magnetic, with a hint of praise—but also the ominous calm before a storm.

“What do you take me for? A dutiful servant? A cold machine that dresses you on command? Do I have to let just anyone hold me like this and do whatever they want?”

“No…”

“You were going to say no? Just trying to soothe me with a lie, right? Afraid if you refused, I’d lose it and force myself on you?”

There was no right answer.

Su Ci could only shake her head, tilting up her lower face. With that stark black tie around her eyes, she looked heartbreakingly fragile—like cold porcelain.

As if reading her thoughts, the man gripped her jaw in his palm—claiming full control.

“I would. I’m that kind of person. I’d do anything to you—can you feel it? I disregard the rules more than anyone. So don’t piss me off.”

His tone was menacing—a warning disguised as a vow.

“Remember this: you, and anything that belongs to you, don’t let anyone else touch. Not a man, not a woman. Anyone who tries—I’ll destroy them.”

“Got it,” Su Ci answered earnestly, then made a bold counter-request.
“Then as compensation… can I touch you a little more?”

He was silent for two seconds—then his expression shifted rapidly, like flickering light across a spinning lantern.

Still in disbelief.

“You… want to touch me?”

“Of course. I at least deserve to know what kind of face belongs to the guy who groped me in a locked stall. If I can’t see, then touching will do.”

All those earlier threats he’d tossed out so casually—now sounded ridiculous coming from her mouth. Just hearing her enunciate those words made his ears burn.

“You’ll see when the time is right.”

“I want to touch you now. Anywhere I want?”

“…Where exactly do you want to touch?”

Wearing gloves, Su Ci reached under his suit jacket and slid her hand down the dress shirt tucked into his waistband.

Blindfolded, she could only grope aimlessly. Her fingers fumbled repeatedly over the tightly fastened belt.

He caught her wrist in his large palm. His voice dropped, hoarse with restraint.

“That’s enough.”

Su Ci smirked, teasing him with her fingers.

Zzzip—

The zipper came down.

“A fair exchange.”

Her hand traced upward from his firm chest to his throat, skimming over the nervous bob of his Adam’s apple.

Her fingertips brushed his sharp jawline, sculpted lips, high-bridged nose, the arch of his brow bone and the deep-set contours of his eyes—equal parts beauty and menace.

“I’ve touched you. Can you handle that?”

Su Ci nodded.
“I’ve got class.”

“Then I’ll see you later.”

He lowered his head and kissed her cheek. His cool lips felt like a serpent flicking its forked tongue.

“I’ll be right by your side.”

He gently placed her back on the chair. After a few faint movements, a sliver of light filtered through the edges of the necktie. She pulled it off.

The changing room was empty. No trace of anything left behind.

The lights were back. Just a tripped breaker.

Helmet in hand, Su Ci stepped out of the changing room. Min You had just finished changing too, chatting by the door with two other girls.

“Su Su!”

Hearing her name called cheerfully, Xia Chuhe couldn’t help but turn and look—and sure enough, it was Su Ci walking out. Her face went pale with disgust.

Several of Min You’s friends quickly gathered around her.

“Wow! Your figure is insane!”

“We were worried you’d struggle with the riding gear since it’s your first time, but you look like a pro! You must’ve done a ton of prep!”

“Ugh, you’re gorgeous! I want your face and your legs in my next life!”

Xia Chuhe’s gaze shifted involuntarily.

Su Ci wore the simplest equestrian outfit—nothing fancy. Her long hair was tied into a low ponytail with a black silk ribbon, and her delicate features looked even more refined under her helmet.

The fitted vest and white riding pants hugged her body in all the right places. Her legs were lean and strong, her riding boots framing a pair of long, elegant calves.

Surrounded by heiresses, the F-rank exchange student looked every bit the elite. Her posture and composure were flawless—like she was the real debutante born with a silver spoon.

Even when she spoke, her poise never cracked. She acted as if she belonged.

But so what?

Wasn’t she still getting pawed by some rich boy?

Xia Chuhe bit her lip, then walked over to Nan Muxi—now dressed in riding gear—and invited him to go pick out horses together.