108 Ways to Bully a Little Mute

A sweet school romance, HE, complete

Mischievous, bratty school bully top / soft, sweet, top-student mute bottom

Wei Xun had been ruling the roost at A High just yesterday. Then her father sent her packing to a rural high school overnight.

The moment she arrived, she found broken-down houses and shabby facilities, and the people weren't much better. On her way home, she even ran into some thugs harassing a young girl. Wei Xun kicked one of them away and jumped right in, never imagining that the scuffle would earn her a sweet, pliable wife.

On the first day of school, she became desk mates with her wife. Then she found out her wife was a mute, which only made her want to tease her more.

All day long, she played tricks on her new desk mate: hiding her eraser, poking her while she worked through problems, blowing into her ear while she listened intently in class...

After they got together, Wei Xun became even more shameless, calling her "wife" every other word and refusing to do anything if her wife didn't want to.

Watching the little mute work earnestly on her paper, Wei Xun's heart softened. She leaned over and planted a loud kiss on her.

Wen Xiaoxiao pushed Wei Xun away with a look of distaste. Her bright, almond-shaped eyes gazed at her, and Wei Xun got another idea.

She ran to the wardrobe and pulled out a set of lingerie from a certain brand that she'd secretly bought earlier. Then she sidled up to her wife and wheedled, "Honey, will you wear this for me today?"

Wen Xiaoxiao looked down and turned as red as a steamed crab. Flustered and embarrassed, she shook her head.

Wei Xun scooped Wen Xiaoxiao onto her lap and laughed. "If my wife doesn't say no, I'll take that as a yes."

That night, the little mute was not only forced to put on the lingerie, but also tied to the headboard. Her lips were slightly swollen, and her face was flushed with desire. She looked up and pleaded with the wicked girl behind her.

The girl wrapped her arms around her with a mischievous smile. "Baby, how about one more time?"

The little mute shook her head like a rattle drum. Wei Xun kissed the soft, red lobe of her ear and whispered, "If you don't say no, I'll take that as a yes."

Coming soon: One Hundred and Eight Ways to Tame the School Bully

A parallel-world story to One Hundred and Eight Ways to Bully the Little Mute. The two stories are unrelated and can be read on their own.

Sickly heiress mute bottom x rebellious, unruly school bully top

Wei Xun hated rich people most of all.

They reeked of money and put on airs. She wanted to steer clear the moment she saw one.

But her new transfer student desk mate was an exception.

Wen Xiaoxiao became her desk mate on her first day at the school.

Quiet, never speaking or smiling, like a white rose kept under a glass dome.

Was she a mute?

Wei Xun curled her lip, deciding not to get involved.

But the homeroom teacher specifically called her into the office. "Don't bully her."

Hmph. Wei Xun might be the school bully, but she disdained picking on the weak.

Yet the little mute kept coming after her.

One day after school, Wei Xun saw the little mute cornered by thugs in an alley.

They yanked her backpack and shoved her shoulder, but she didn't cry out. She only pressed her lips together, eyes red-rimmed.

Wei Xun didn't know why she rushed over.

"Get lost." One word, and the thugs scattered.

The little mute looked up at her, her eyes damp as a lake after the rain.

Wei Xun turned her face away. "What are you staring at? Are you coming or not?"

At sports day, someone deliberately splashed water on the little mute.

She stood there with her clothes soaked through and clinging to her body, like a cat caught in the rain.

Wei Xun marched over and cursed those girls until they were reduced to tears.

"Try touching her again."

Then she turned and tossed her school jacket over the little mute's head. "Put it on."

On a rainy day, Wei Xun walked past the school gate with an umbrella and saw the little mute standing in the rain, clutching her backpack, drenched from head to toe.

Wei Xun swore, handed her the umbrella, and walked off into the rain herself.

After two steps, she turned back and pulled the girl under the umbrella.

"Are you stupid? Don't you know to get out of the rain?"

Fine.

She admitted it.

Wei Xun was born to wait on rich young ladies hand and foot.

Until that night in the rain.

The little mute was crouched outside Wei Xun's home, burning with fever, her lips pale, like a flower on the verge of wilting.

Wei Xun carried her inside. She was so light, as if she had no bones.

She gave her medicine and tucked her beneath a blanket. Just as she was about to leave, someone grabbed her wrist.

Cold fingers, a burning palm.

The little mute pushed herself upright and leaned closer.

A feather-light kiss landed on Wei Xun's lips.

Like a butterfly settling on a petal, like snow landing on an eyelash.

Wei Xun froze completely, blushing from her ears to the base of her neck, red as a steamed crab.

"Y-You... What are you doing?" Her voice had gone hoarse.

The little mute looked at her, her damp eyes no longer showing the slightest trace of weakness.

She was clearly a hunter watching her prey, gentle and patient, taking it one bite at a time...

"Big sis."

Wen Xiaoxiao spoke. Her voice was soft and lovely, like a honey-coated knife.

Wei Xun froze.

Only later did she find out:

The thugs had been sent by her.

She had deliberately arranged for someone to spill that water.

She had stood in the rain, waiting a long time for Wei Xun.

The most sophisticated hunters often appear to be prey.

But looking at the sly little girl smiling in her arms, Wei Xun could only ask one question:

"You went to all that trouble. What did you want?"

Wen Xiaoxiao hooked an arm around her neck and leaned close to her ear, her warm breath brushing against it.

"I want you."

I want you because you act tough but have a soft heart, because you secretly hold an umbrella over me after yelling at people, because you took me home even though you don't like rich people.

I want you to be mine.

Theme: Strive tirelessly