The Yandere’s Captive: Ten Years of Humiliation

In midsummer, the sound of cicadas fills the Qiu family compound.

In an exquisite room in the compound, Lin Mo knelt on the ground with his head lowered, wiping vigorously the water stains that kept dripping from his head.

It wasn’t sweat born of arduous labor that beaded on his brow; instead, a delicate, fair foot pressed firmly against the back of his head. Its owner, a young woman, held a bucket of water, continuously pouring it over her own feet.

The petite girl’s face, still tender and not yet fully matured, radiated a sickly smile that twisted her otherwise charming features into something terrifying.

Although she had long since turned twenty, her appearance seemed eternally frozen in the visage of a fourteen-year-old.

“Tell me,” she purred, “am I not your benevolent master? I’m bestowing upon you my foot-washing water; remember to be eternally grateful, won’t you?”

Lin Mo remained utterly silent, merely gritting his teeth as he meticulously wiped the floor clean.

He was a mere servant, bound to the whims of his master—Qiu Yue.

“No words? Are you perhaps upset?”

Qiu Yue used her foot to playfully nudge Lin Mo’s chin upwards. By then, however, Lin Mo had already plastered on a different expression, his smile transforming into one of guileless devotion and loyalty. “How could I be, Young Mistress?” he chuckled, “To be allowed to use your foot-washing water—I’m practically overflowing with joy!”

Lin Mo observed the girl’s azure hair, which cascaded over her entire body like a flowing gown. Through the shimmering gaps in those long strands, he could discern no trace of fabric beneath.

Yet, Lin Mo dared not entertain even the slightest impure thought. The Qiu Yue before him was anything but an innocent maiden.

He had been her captive for a decade now!

A full decade! Every single day he had endured this relentless, soul-crushing humiliation. The sixteen-year-old boy he once was had now been ground down into a twenty-six-year-old man.

For ten years, he had been nothing more than a beast of burden, a mere plaything. Each day brought fresh humiliation, each day forced him to participate in her depraved games.

Indeed, he had once addressed her as “Young Mistress.” Now, however, the title had directly shifted to “Master.” More recently, she had even begun hinting, both subtly and overtly, that Lin Mo should address her as “Mama”!

The memories of the past decade sent an icy chill through Lin Mo, leaving him with an overwhelming reluctance to revisit them.

Despite being a transmigrator from Blue Star (TL Note: A common term for Earth in web novels), and possessing a system, he found himself utterly unable to escape this wretched fate.

The reason was painfully simple: his system… remained unactivated!

When he dared to inquire about its activation, that damnable system had audaciously declared that if he simply strove to survive, the day of its awakening would eventually arrive!

What choice did he have then, but to endure? To live!

As the adage went, a man must learn the art of forbearance. Hadn’t Han Xin (TL Note: A famous general from the Han Dynasty, known for enduring the “humiliation of the crotch” where he crawled between a ruffian’s legs) stoically borne the ignominy of crawling beneath another’s legs, only to ascend later as a great general, a renowned Military God of the Dragon Kingdom?

Once he weathered this storm, once he eventually rose to become a War God, he would return to utterly obliterate this yandere (TL Note: A Japanese portmanteau for a character who is initially loving and gentle but later becomes obsessive, deranged, and violent) brat!

As for why not now? Simply put, he was no match for this little demon.

Immortals, radiating an ethereal aura and clad in flowing white robes, were a common sight. Cultivation, in this world, was nothing more than an everyday occurrence.

Qiu Yue’s azure hair was a direct manifestation of her spiritual energy. The attributes of one’s spiritual root often presented physically; in this brat’s case, her water-attribute spiritual root had blessed her with a cascade of hair as deeply, brilliantly blue as the ocean itself.

Though she had yet to formally enter a sect for cultivation, she had, by leveraging her family’s abundant resources and powerful cultivation techniques, already attained the Foundation Establishment stage. He, a mere mortal of flesh and blood, stood absolutely no chance against her!

He had personally witnessed this little demon, barely a meter and a half tall, effortlessly slap a two-meter tall burly man to his death!

Could anyone possibly imagine such a sight?

A delicate girl, barely reaching his waist, who had been smiling sweetly just a second before, instantly turned stone-faced. In that same blink of an eye, she transformed a two-meter tall, hulking brute of a man—who had moments ago been jovially chatting, bragging about his immense strength and legendary drinking capacity—into a mere puddle of gore that could easily be scooped into a washbasin.

Even now, he wondered how many fragments of that man’s flesh still clung to the walls of the auxiliary courtyard, or lay buried in the soil, unrecovered.

Every time the memory resurfaced, Lin Mo’s stomach would churn uncontrollably. The figure now seated on the bed, in his eyes, was no longer a sweet and adorable young girl, but a complete and utterly ruthless demon!

A demon of unfathomable caprice!

He had to escape!

Otherwise, he would never know if he himself would be the one crushed into a pulpy mess the very next minute!

“Hah,” Qiu Yue scoffed, pressing her foot onto Lin Mo’s cheek. Then, she used her toes to playfully pinch his nose, a mocking glint in her eyes. “Just how happy are you?” she drawled.

With merely two toes, Lin Mo felt as though his nose were caught in a tiger clamp, a searing, agonizing pressure that left no room for even a whisper of air.

Unable to breathe normally, he was forced to gasp for air through his mouth, his cheeks rapidly swelling crimson from the combined agony and lack of oxygen.

She even began to tug outwards with considerable force, as if determined not to release her foot until his nose was utterly ripped from his face.

“I am as overjoyed as one can possibly be!” Lin Mo gushed, his voice strained. “My Master’s feet are nothing short of perfectly sculpted jade artifacts! Their form is flawless, a true masterpiece of a divine craftsman! Common people’s feet are foul-smelling and misshapen; how could they ever compare to my Master’s, which are both fragrant and exquisitely beautiful? Such jade feet—even their washing water is sweet and fragrant! To be graced by the touch of my Master’s foot is, quite simply, my greatest happiness! It is the most magnificent reward one could ever receive!”

“Oh? Is that truly so?” Qiu Yue offered a faint smile, though her eyes held a hint of suspicion. “Yet, the expression you wore moments ago didn’t quite align with your declarations, did it?”

A jolt of terror shot through Lin Mo’s body!

Could she truly perceive even that? He had kept his emotions buried deeply enough, hadn’t he?

Then, a sudden realization struck him. His gaze fell upon the puddle of water on the ground, and in its shimmering surface, he saw his own reflection—a face contorted in agony. In that instant, everything clicked into place!

A grave miscalculation!

“Three seconds,” Qiu Yue stated calmly. “If you fail to provide an answer, I’ll—” She didn’t bother finishing the threat, merely raising a hand and drawing a delicate finger across her own throat, a gesture that spoke volumes.

The icy tendrils of death instantly coiled around Lin Mo’s body. Fortunately, his mind raced with desperate speed, and he blurted out, “That was… I was lamenting! How utterly sweet, how exquisitely delicious the water that graced such jade feet must be! Yet, not a single drop can now reach my lips. It truly… it utterly breaks my heart!” Lin Mo pounded his chest and stamped his feet, his face etched with a profound, almost theatrical sorrow and agony. He mimed a man genuinely heartbroken over not having tasted the foot-washing water.

“Then lick it,” Qiu Yue suggested, releasing her toes and gesturing towards the glistening puddle on the floor. “Isn’t it all right there?”

“Oh, of course!” Lin Mo exclaimed, as if struck by a profound revelation, his face lighting up with feigned ecstasy. Without a flicker of hesitation, he immediately bent down, his tongue darting out to lap at the water on the floor.

He seethed with indignation, his heart alight with fury, yet he dared not hesitate for even a fraction of a second.

A moment’s hesitation, he knew with chilling certainty, would mean his instant demise!

Qiu Yue’s eyes narrowed, scrutinizing him intently, yet she could detect no abnormality. A smile then blossomed on her face as she gently patted Lin Mo’s cheek with the sole of her foot. “Good boy~” she purred, “You truly are my favorite. So obedient, and so articulate.”

Lin Mo forced a weak, strained chuckle in response.

A profound sigh of relief escaped him. As long as this female demon was appeased, his life would be spared, for now.

“Alright, I’m quite weary today. You may withdraw for now,” Qiu Yue announced, stretching languidly and stifling a yawn before settling onto her bed.

Without needing any further instruction from Qiu Yue, Lin Mo immediately stepped forward. After wiping his hands with a towel from a nearby chair, he bowed deferentially and swiftly approached Qiu Yue’s bed, gently covering her with a soft quilt.

At that very moment, however, Qiu Yue shifted, turning onto her side. “Come perform that for me,” she murmured. “It’s been quite a while.”

“Yes, Master.”

A massage.

The massage skill he had brought with him from Blue Star—for reasons unknown, Qiu Yue harbored a particular fondness for it. He had once dismissed it as his most useless ability, yet it had, for the past decade, proven to be Lin Mo’s most potent guarantee of survival!

He wasn’t sure if the service of massage simply didn’t exist in this world, but after Lin Mo’s initial attempt, Qiu Yue’s enthusiasm for it grew utterly insatiable.

As Lin Mo’s hands made contact with Qiu Yue’s body, a soft, delicate moan escaped the girl’s lips. This was swiftly followed by a cascade of increasingly lustful groans. The warm, supple sensation beneath his fingers was almost enough to allow the masseur himself a moment of perverse enjoyment.

Even as Qiu Yue’s body, tantalizingly glimpsed amidst the cascade of her blue hair, appeared utterly delicate and alluring, it failed to ignite even the faintest flicker of desire within Lin Mo. His mind was consumed with a single, urgent thought: to finish quickly, to retreat and distance himself from this capricious demon as swiftly as possible!

He swiftly concluded the massage, then deftly tidied the room. Grabbing the water basin, he made a hasty exit, closing the door firmly behind him.

Indeed, fortune and misfortune are often intertwined in human life.

Even if he had suffered the profound misfortune of serving this female demon, Heaven, it seemed, would still bestow certain… benefits.

The Qiu family compound was almost exclusively populated by women, save for himself. Under the scorching summer sun, their traditional robes, though long and thick, were often slightly unbuttoned at the collar by many of the maidservants, frankly displaying their assets.

The alluring sight made Lin Mo pause and gaze, appreciating a landscape more beautiful than any flower garden. What followed was an even more tantalizing scene: a maidservant slipped, her hand instinctively reaching out, only to accidentally tear her companion’s clothing completely.

That moment! Lin Mo’s eyes widened instantly, searing the entire scene into his memory. His lower half suddenly became quite “erect.”

In an instant, his mood significantly improved, the gloom on his face vanishing entirely.

This entire scene, however, was clearly observed by Qiu Yue through a tiny crack in her door.

Qiu Yue smiled, but it was not her usual twisted, terrifying grin. Instead, it was a shy, almost bashful smile, a flush of crimson strikingly apparent on her fair cheeks.

It… it worked!

‘Lin Mo has truly been conquered by me!’ she thought. ‘He really enjoys being scolded by me! He likes being treated this way by me!’

Watching the sight of him standing tall and proud, Qiu Yue’s heart swelled with delight! ‘It’s just as the books said!’ she mused. ‘Men must be conquered, constantly tormented, and repeatedly debased to truly make them one’s own!’

‘If a man reacts to me like that, it proves I’ve captured his heart!’

This success was thanks to the secret romance manuals she had found. Although she didn’t know who wrote them, following their advice had made Lin Mo increasingly fond of her.

He now dared not meet her gaze, his heart pounded when he saw her, and he loved everything about her without reservation—even her foot-washing water! Now, after their intimate contact, he had even released his “physiological restraints, soaring straight upwards.”

She looked at the books lying on her desk, which she had bound together, and her gratitude to Heaven for letting her find these treasures deepened.

From now on, Lin Mo would be hers, forever belonging to her. She would be the mother of Lin Mo’s children, and Lin Mo would be the father of her—Qiu Yue’s—children.

She had even asked him personally, and Lin Mo truly liked the address “Mama.”

Next, all that remained was to ensure the rice was cooked into a meal (TL Note: A Chinese idiom meaning to make an irreversible situation, often referring to getting pregnant before marriage), leading to a marriage by circumstance that even her father and mother wouldn’t be able to stop.

The more she thought about it, the more excited and blissful Qiu Yue felt.

She recalled that winter when she first met Lin Mo, when she was merely a naive little fool who, despite her lack of strength, loved to prove herself. She had almost lost her life to a pack of vicious wolves due to her childishness.

If Lin Mo hadn’t appeared in time to lure the wolves away, there would be no Qiu Yue in this world today.

The books in the academy always depicted men as despicable, cowardly, weak, and hypocritical creatures who loved to excessively boast and exaggerate their own importance. But Lin Mo was different.

That figure who stepped forward, that courage to face death for others—Qiu Yue still remembered it vividly.

Her heart warmed. She took out paper and pen, documenting how she had captured Lin Mo’s heart and meticulously planning how to proceed with the “rice cooked into a meal” strategy.

Outside the door, Lin Mo had seen enough and was now heading towards his own quarters.

Happiness was always fleeting. As the alluring maidservants departed, Lin Mo once again found himself enveloped by the oppressive chill of this gloomy, cold prison, a pervasive coldness that even the scorching summer heat couldn’t dispel.

He remembered the day he met Qiu Yue, the day his life was irrevocably twisted…

He had slipped, accidentally tumbling down a mountain and landing right in front of Qiu Yue. It seemed he had interrupted the young mistress as she was taming a pack of wolves, thereby damaging her prestige and dignity. After that incident, he was immediately seized and thrown into the Qiu family, where he had remained for ten years.

What followed was a relentless barrage of humiliation and bullying.

Fortunately, he had endured it all.

This time—

He, Lin Mo, must escape Qiu Yue’s clutches!

She, Qiu Yue, must get Lin Mo to make the rice into a meal!