Kill That Yandere Male Side Character

After one misstep, Jiang Pu transmigrated into a demon-hunting novel as a cannon-fodder female supporting character who dies early. Her body was notoriously delicate: she was bedridden for ages and coughed every few steps.

Just as Jiang Pu was counting down the days until her exit, a system came looking for her.

System: [Do you want to stay alive?]

Jiang Pu nodded repeatedly.

System: [It's simple. See that yandere male supporting character?]

Jiang Pu asked cautiously, "I get it. I have to win him over?"

[No... you have to kill him.]

"What?"

[Get close to him, save him, and then... kill him.]

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Everyone said that the Wei family's third son, Wei Tingchen, was naturally refined and unmatched in his gentleness, like a bodhisattva descended from the heavens to save all living beings.

But Jiang Pu knew the truth. He was a wicked ghost straight from the depths of hell, cold-hearted and cruel, taking pleasure in other people's suffering. He was the undisputed villain of this book.

Jiang Pu died twice trying to save him.

The first time, she found the badly wounded Wei Tingchen beneath a mountain cliff. In exchange for one of her eyes, she bargained with the demons at the Ferry of the Forgotten River for a chance to save his life.

But on that rainy night, Wei Tingchen killed her with his own hands.

The white gauze over Jiang Pu's eyes was soaked with tears and fell against his sword's edge like an ugly scar.

The young woman half-closed her unfocused eyes, pain in her voice:

"Third Young Master... it hurts."

The second time was the day before their wedding. Jiang Pu stood atop a high wall, her red clothes whipping in the wind.

But she heard Wei Tingchen say, "She won't jump."

Jiang Pu gave a bitter smile, turned around, and leaped from the wall. As her consciousness faded, she saw the yandere push through the crowd, his expression crumbling amid a sea of red.

Wei Tingchen must have fallen in love with her.

That's what Jiang Pu thought.

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Wei Tingchen once believed that nothing in the world could ever hurt him again.

But only on the day Jiang Pu left did he finally understand that falling in love with someone was the beginning of suffering.

Day after day, he prayed by the Forgotten River, burning incense and begging the gods. He traded half his life for another chance.

The cold, heartless yandere pleaded with them, tears falling into his palm without end.

He murmured over and over, as if in a dream:

"She was... always so afraid of pain."

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Later, Wei Tingchen was covered in blood. Staggering, he fell to his knees beside Jiang Pu. His warm breath brushed her ear, but his words came out broken and pitiful.

"Please... save me one more time."

But the person beneath him trembled as she plunged a dagger into his heart.

Wei Tingchen looked up and saw Jiang Pu crying, her eyes red. He was the one who was about to die, yet somehow she looked like the one who had suffered all the wrongs.

As if compelled by some unseen force, Wei Tingchen still gently held her:

"Don't cry. It doesn't hurt."

[Reading Guide]

1. Both leads are each other's first and only, happy ending.

2. The male lead really is a yandere, but he's very good at pretending otherwise.

3. At heart, this is a swoony little sweet romance. I'm writing the sort of story I love to read.

4. Blurb dated June 10, 2025.

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To Xue Zhi, Xu Fushu, heir to the Duke of Rong's estate, was a nobleman far above her reach, as distant as the moon.

Xue Zhi was poor and unremarkable. She had never imagined that anything would happen between them.

Then, on a pouring, rainy night, she lit an oil lamp and saw the man who had been so refined and aloof only moments before push open her courtyard gate. His long hair was black as ink, and the skin showing beneath it was as smooth as fine white jade. His face flushed, he collapsed beneath her leaky eaves. His dark eyes held a shimmering, watery gleam that made her heart flutter.

Xue Zhi should have reported him to the authorities and sent him away. She could even have earned a handsome reward.

But she bit her lip and hesitated, dark, damp thoughts churning in her heart.

She wanted to keep him captive.

Lock him in a dark, windowless room, blindfold him, and demand what she wanted, even if he wasn't willing.

Those days were blissful, but bliss never lasts. The old madam of the Duke of Rong's estate came to her door, clasped her hands, and wept as if her heart were breaking.

Only then did Xue Zhi learn that she was the duke's legitimate daughter, lost to the family years ago. Twisting her handkerchief, she lowered her eyes and wept without stopping.

Remembering all those nights spent lost in pleasure, Xue Zhi regretted it.

The man she had chained to her bed was actually her older brother.

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Life as a young lady was more comfortable than before. Aside from sleeping poorly at night and waking with a strange tingling sensation in her body, Xue Zhi had nothing to complain about.

Whenever she ran into Xu Fushu, his warm, smiling eyes always stirred a hint of guilt in her.

But her guilt didn't last long. The Minister of Rites' son came to propose marriage. He wasn't as stunningly handsome as Xu Fushu, but he was still a fine-looking young man.

Xue Zhi was no longer young and it was time for her to marry, so she gladly accepted and looked forward to her wedding.

On the day of the wedding.

Xue Zhi sat demurely among layers of gauzy curtains, lips pressed together. The burning red candles brought out the rosy beauty of her face.

Someone pushed open the wooden door hung with bead curtains. A familiar, warm fragrance drifted in on the breeze, the very scent she had breathed in day and night.

A long, elegant hand lifted her crimson veil. The young man's beautiful, cool face drew close. Her heart stuttered, and she looked up instinctively.

The feigned tenderness in Xu Fushu's eyes vanished, replaced by a chilling, cloying desire.

He bent down and picked up the trembling Xue Zhi, ignoring the fear on her face. His voice was plaintive and tender:

"Xue Zhi, how could you marry him? You once said you would only ever love me... didn't you?"

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To Xu Fushu, Chu Xuezhi was nothing but a swindler who had taken advantage of his weakness and defiled him. She had covered his eyes and spun all sorts of lies, claiming to love him when all she really wanted was to possess him, using the most despicable means to humiliate him.

At first, he felt humiliated and disgusted, and thought that one day he would kill her.

Later, a secret anticipation grew in his heart. He longed for every night to come, until she finally loosened the iron chain fastened around his wrist.

She left him just as he seemed to have fallen in love with her.

But it didn't matter.

Xu Fushu thought this as he stepped out of the damp bedroom.

He would find her and return to their home. He would use that iron chain to bind her wrist and pin her against the wooden bed.

He would tell her just how much he loved her.

[Reading Guide]

1. Both leads are each other's first and only, happy ending.

2. A heroine whose dark side erupts versus a truly twisted male lead who hides his own darkness.

3. They are not biological siblings; there is more to the story behind the family reunion.

4. Blurb dated April 7, 2026.

Theme: Even when you're at your lowest, keep your heart turned toward the light.