Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 204

The front door of the empty private villa swung open with a clatter.

A suit jacket, a tie, a pair of lace gloves… clothing and accessories were strewn from the entryway to the lavishly decorated living room.

The perfectly tailored shirt had several buttons torn off, revealing a sweat-dampened chest that rose and fell sharply with each breath.

Su Ci was pinned down on the sofa, locked in a searing kiss.

His breath was scorching.

Even though he was still young, just like always, he pried her legs apart and knelt on the soft wool carpet.

The weight of him was enough to make her scalp tingle.

In the darkness, there was a soft click.

A pair of silver handcuffs gleamed with a cold metallic luster, like a twisted version of a red string of fate—binding their wrists together, fingers interlaced in a tight grip.

Chu Junling’s lips curved into a graceful, composed smile.

“Senpai… you really walked right into my trap.”

He stayed beneath her, gazing up as he embraced and kissed her. Despite his handsome, elegant features, the intensity in his eyes betrayed a maddening obsession—his need to control overwhelming.

“Now… what should I use to kill you?”

“Let me think…”

He picked up a fruit knife from the table and began slicing through her soiled evening gown, bit by bit.

The cold blade pressed against her skin. Su Ci shivered from the chill, but before she could react, his warm lips trailed after it, kissing her skin as if to soothe her.

He nuzzled her cheek with his soft lips, then his high-bridged nose, his long and graceful fingers, and the part of him saturated with hormones…

“Which knife does Senpai want to try first?”

Su Ci couldn’t decide. She reached to kiss his shameless lips, but he slipped away like a slick fish, kneeling back down on the carpet.

“Then let’s try them all.”

He threatened her with theatrical seriousness.

“Senpai must hate me so much. A dull knife hurts the most, right? Being bullied by a pervert—how does that feel?”
“Tonight, I’ll make you wish you were dead.”

Su Ci didn’t wake until noon the next day.

The moment she stirred, soft kisses landed on the nape of her neck, and the chain of the handcuffs clinked faintly in the silence. Her left hand was pressed against the pillow, unable to move.

A lazy, casual voice whispered in her ear.

“Morning, Senpai.”

The cuffs were padded with thick velvet. Even though she’d been cuffed longer this time, her wrists showed no signs of bruising.

Feeling his greedy hands moving again, Su Ci shifted toward the edge of the bed. “I’m still alive? Your knife must be dull. Didn’t even manage to kill me—how disappointing.”

Chu Junling let out a low laugh.

He reached out and pulled her back into his arms, clinging to her, cheeks pressed against hers.

He nibbled on her soft earlobe, murmuring:

“Who says I stabbed you with a knife from behind, Senpai?
Could’ve been your boyfriend instead.”

That was the difference between Chu Junling and a mere underclassman—his overwhelming sense of entitlement and possessiveness. He never felt inferior. Whatever he liked, he had to possess.

Especially the thing he loved most of all—

His Senpai.

“Do you know what ‘death by a thousand cuts’ is, Senpai?”

“It’s like this—cutting you one slice at a time, slow and deep. Every drop of blood is sweet. The more you can’t take it…”
“The more I get off on it.”

“You in heaven yet? Tell me, baby.”

After they got together, Chu Junling insisted on handling everything she ate or drank himself. Her utensils, clothes, toiletries—no servants were allowed to touch them.

Su Ci didn’t return to campus for an entire week, sparking a wave of panic across the student body.

The school forum was flooded with wild speculation:

[What if Su Ci’s been murdered?! Someone gather your pitchforks, let’s rise up and avenge our Senpai! Down with the evil capitalist!]

[@TongTongTong Say something, Princess! Wasn’t she taken from your party? Beg on her behalf!]

[So creepy… where’s Senpai buried? I want to burn her some paper money and the love letter I never got to send…]

When Su Ci saw the posts, she was both exasperated and amused.

[Su: Thanks for the concern, I’m alive and well.]

The moment she hit send, a large hand grabbed her ankle, dragging her from the foot of the bed to the headboard and pressing her into the messy sheets.

Chu Junling’s voice was low and hoarse, the corners of his lips curved into a lazy, wicked smirk.

“What’s Senpai looking at behind my back?”

“Ooh—paper money and love letters. How romantic.”

“Not like me. I just want to kill you.”

He wasn’t even kissing her lips, but Su Ci was already struggling to breathe. She reached up to push against the hard planes of his abs.

“You… I have class.”

“You’re in it now. I’m your instructor.”

Chu Junling talked a big game, but the next day he did hire a prestigious private tutor to help Su Ci catch up on her coursework.

She majored in economics, and he was never stingy with resources. In fact, he handed over several major family businesses to her without hesitation.

“Whatever you want, I’ll give. And if I don’t have it, I’ll steal it or rob it—whatever it takes to make up for it. Die with me, Senpai.”

But he wouldn’t let Su Ci leave the villa.

Shopping, tea, social events—all had to be done with him present. She couldn’t be out of his sight for even a minute.

Because he was afraid.

Afraid that her gentleness and compliance were just an act.

Afraid that the moment he relaxed, the bird would fly free from its cage.

Anyone normal would’ve snapped under such a possessive, paranoid partner.
But Su Ci wasn’t exactly normal either.

She liked it.

She liked blindfolding his peach blossom eyes with a necktie, wearing ten-centimeter heels to step on his chiseled abs, hearing him kneel and call out “Senpai” over and over again…

Sometimes Su Ci would teasingly call him “Senpai” instead.

And every time, it was like flipping a switch.

Savage. Brutal. Devouring.

—

When it was finally time for Chu Junling to step down as student council president, he returned to campus to clear out his office—only to discover Su Ci had hidden all sorts of strange little things in his desk drawers.

“Senpai, seriously… hiding it in there? How was I supposed to find it? Would’ve made more sense under my pillow at home.”

Su Ci took out a pink crystal orb from a velvet box.

“I told you about it. You just didn’t believe me.”

“I thought you were using it as an excuse to distract me so you could run away.”

He leaned back and took the crystal orb into his mouth, hands folded behind him. His elongated neck looked like a swan offering itself for the slaughter—elegant and dangerously captivating.

“Want to punish me by making me your slave, Senpai?”

His voice was muffled and halting.

“Use me however you like.”

Su Ci only returned to Mingsong Academy for major exams and graduation.

During the national placement test, she was assigned a private room—and the most unusual proctor of all.

By the time she graduated, Su Ci had risen from the lowest F-rank to the top-tier S-rank. There were cheers in the audience, but some left the ceremony in quiet disappointment.

After the dean moved her tassel and posed for photos, Su Ci returned to her seat, only to notice that several people who had been sitting next to Chu Junling had vanished.

“Guess they weren’t that interested in Senpai’s graduation.”
“Left halfway through. Rude, isn’t it?”

Only Min You was still trying to fight back:

[Su Su! Can you believe this? He kicked out my brother, fine—but me too?! I’m your bestie!]

Chu Junling always talked about dying together and being buried side by side.

He didn’t think it was morbid—in fact, he thought it was the ultimate romance.
To share the same bed in life, and the same grave in death.
No one could ever separate him and his Senpai.

But when he left the world before Su Ci did, his will said this:

Senpai, may you live a long, peaceful life.
Come to me later. Let me build a foundation first—so I’m worthy of keeping you by my side.

And next time… it’ll be my turn to be the upperclassman.