Yandere Levelling in Her World-Chapter 140 - 141: Submissive Nina (R-18)
Ren's fingers sank deeper into the plush curve of Nina's ass, kneading the firm muscle like he was testing ripe fruit. Theroom's fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, but all he could hear was the soft hitch in her breathing and the wet sound of his own heartbeat in his ears.
"No fucking way," he muttered under his breath, giving another slow, deliberate squeeze. "The great Nina Raj. Guild leader of Kyouka that she adores so much. The woman every hunter in the city calls an ice-cold bitch… reduced to this."
Nina's face was already ruined, cheeks flushed crimson, golden eyes glassy, lips parted like she couldn't remember how to close them. Tears clung to her lashes, but they weren't from pain. They were from the overwhelming, humiliating heat pooling between her thighs.
Ren's grin widened, sharp and predatory. "Jackpot."
"So great guild leader Nina Raj is a fucking...submissive bitch," Ren muttered to himself with a grin knowing this was indeed the best way this could happen.
He yanked her head back by a fistful of her dark ponytail, exposing the long column of her throat. Nina gasped, hands flying up instinctively, but they hovered uselessly in the air, too scared to push him away, too weak to pull him closer, as if her whole strength had disappeared out of nowhere.
"W-wait...Ren, what are you—"
Her question dissolved into a broken moan as his tongue dragged up the side of her neck, hot and wet. He bit down just below her jaw, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to leave a mark. She shuddered violently.
"Shh," he growled against her pulse. "You don't get to talk unless I say so."
Another bite. Lower this time, at the hollow of her collarbone. Her sports bra was soaked with sweat and stretched tight across her chest, the fabric clinging to every curve. Ren hooked his teeth into the edge and tugged it down slowly, deliberately, until one full breast spilled free.
Nina's breath stuttered. "That's...what are you doing?"
Her dark areola came into view first, then the stiff, dusky nipple. Ren stared for a second, drinking in the sight like a man starved.
"You've got no idea how much I've wanted to do this," he said, voice low and rough. "All those times you looked down your nose at me in briefings. Acting like you were untouchable. Trying to intimidate me...this is what you actually are...huh!"
He let go of her hair just long enough to palm both breasts, squeezing hard, thumbs digging into the soft flesh like he was trying to wring something out of her. Nina whimpered, back arching involuntarily.
"Little brother—stop, this isn't—ah!"
He pinched one nipple between his teeth and tugged. Not gentle at first, then harder. Her whole body jerked.
"Stop?" He laughed, dark and filthy. "Your body's begging me to keep going. Look at you. Dripping already."
He wasn't wrong. There was a dark spot blooming at the crotch of her leggings, spreading slowly. Nina squeezed her thighs together, mortified, but it only made the friction worse.
Ren dropped to his head in front of her, dragging the other side of her bra down. Both breasts now hung heavy and free, nipples swollen and glistening from his mouth. He latched onto the left one without warning, sucking hard, tongue flicking relentlessly while his hand mauled the right.
"F-fuck—!" Nina's voice cracked. "That's—people don't—ahh—don't do that—"
He pulled off with a wet pop, smirking up at her. "People don't? Or you've never had something like this?"
She couldn't answer. Her knees were shaking too hard.
Ren went back in, sucking like he was trying to drain her dry, teeth grazing, tongue swirling. His free hand slid down her stomach, fingers hooking into the waistband of her leggings.
"You're gonna come just from this, aren't you?" he murmured against her skin. "The untouchable Nina Raj, creaming herself from getting her tits sucked like a needy little slut."
"No—please—I'm not—"
He bit down again, harder this time, and twisted the other nipple between his fingers.
Nina's entire body seized.
A choked, desperate cry tore out of her as her legs gave out. She collapsed to the gym floor in a heap, trembling, a dark puddle spreading beneath her where she'd squirted straight through her leggings.
Ren looked down, breathing hard, watching her twitch and sob quietly in the aftermath.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and grinned.
"Fuck. That was fast."
Nina curled in on herself, face buried in her arms, shoulders shaking. She looked utterly wrecked, hair a mess, bra shoved down, leggings soaked, thighs still trembling with her brown skin literally glistening from the sweat.
Ren stood up slowly, adjusting the painful bulge in his pants. He looked ahead, as he got an notification in his system which only he could see.
A new notification blinked.
[AFFECTION TRACKER — UPDATED]
??? – 100%+ (MAXED OUT — RUN.)
Lan Meiling – 85% (You're mine, my beloved! my life!)
Tachibana Kyouka – 50% (Deep connection)
Tachibana Hiyori – 30% (Growing attachment)
Tachibana Misa – 90% (My baby boy! I am his mother...his woman...his cum dumpster)
Annaliese Morgenstern (Anna) – 66% (Dangerous zone...approaching!)
Nina Raj – 50% (I… I don't understand what's happening to me… but I can't stop it.")
Ren's grin turned feral.
He crouched down beside her, brushing a strand of hair from her tear-streaked face.
"Hey. Look at me."
Nina flinched, but slowly lifted her head. Her golden eyes were wide, dazed, lips swollen from biting them.
"You're mine now," he said softly. "And we haven't even fucked yet but from now on you're going to be mine."
She whimpered.
Ren leaned in, lips brushing her ear.
"Next time, I'm not stopping at your tits."
He stood up, leaving her on the floor in her own mess, and walked away without looking back.
The gym door clicked shut behind him.
Nina stayed there for a long time, chest heaving, fingers curled into the mat, whispering to herself in a broken voice:
"What… what the hell did you do to me…?"
Her phone buzzed on the bench. A new message.
[Kyouka's little brother]: Wear something easy to take off tomorrow. Training starts at 6.
She stared at the screen.
Her thumb hovered.
Then, trembling, she typed back:
[…Yes, sir.]
And hit send before she could stop herself.
The affection counter ticked up.
Ren smiled in the hallway, pocketing his phone.
"Like taking candy from a very, very horny baby."
***
The heavy steel doors of the underground garage hissed open. The raid team trudged in under the harsh white lights—Kyouka limping slightly despite the proud tilt of her chin, Selene with blood still flecked across her cheek, Astrid dragging two zip-tied scientists by their collars like disobedient dogs.
In the middle of the convoy, floating in a tall cylinder of glowing blue nutrient fluid, was the prize: a baby no older than a few months, eyes closed, tiny fists curled, umbilical cord still attached to the life-support tubing.
Ren leaned against the wall, arms folded, gaze sharp. "Any sign of Lan Jia? Or this so-called acting leader?"
Astrid let the scientists drop to their knees with a disgusted snort. "Nothing. Zero. Zilch." She kicked one of the men lightly in the ribs when he tried to speak. "These idiots think they're 'revolutionaries fighting corruption.' Half of them have never even heard the name Lan Jia. Orders just… appear in dead drops. Like she's a ghost."
"Ironic," Selene muttered, wiping her cheek with the back of her wrist. "They're willing to die for a cause and don't even know who's holding the leash."
Kyouka stayed quiet, one hand pressed to the bandage under her jacket. Her silver hair was matted with sweat and someone else's blood.
Selene glanced sideways. "Leader? You've been weirdly quiet. Everything okay?"
Nina jolted as if someone had shocked her. She'd been staring at nothing, lips parted, cheeks still faintly pink from… whatever had happened in the gym earlier.
"Y-yeah," she stammered, voice higher than usual. "Just—just thinking about Lan Jia, that's all."
Ren's lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk that no one else noticed.
"You guys look dead on your feet," he said, pushing off the wall. "Go shower, eat, sleep. Especially you, Kyouka—this was your first mission since the stomach wound. Leave the cleanup and interrogation scheduling to me and Nina."
Astrid exhaled in relief. "God, yes. Thank you. I smell like traitor sweat and cordite."
Kyouka stepped close, rising on her toes to press a soft kiss to Ren's cheek. "You're such an amazing man, Ren," she whispered, arms looping around his neck for a brief, tight hug. Then she pulled away, limping toward the elevators with the others.
Selene waved lazily. Astrid blew a mocking kiss. The doors closed behind the three women.
Silence fell over the garage.
Only the soft bubbling of the baby's tank and the faint whimper of the bound scientists.
Ren turned.
Nina hadn't moved. She stood rooted near the tank, arms wrapped around herself, eyes fixed on the floor.
"Leader," Ren said, voice low and amused. "What should we do now?" 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚
The moment the words left his mouth, Nina's entire body twitched. Her breath hitched. She looked up at him—golden eyes wide, pupils blown, lips trembling.
Ren took one slow step. Then another. Until he was right behind her.
His hand slid around her hip, fingers digging possessively into the exact same spot he'd bruised earlier. He squeezed—hard.
Nina let out the tiniest, most pathetic squeak.
"You didn't forget, did you?" he murmured against her ear, breath hot. "Every single thing I told you to do in those messages. You should followed them perfectly."
"Ren—" Her voice cracked. "People… people could come back any second—"
"Then you'd better keep quiet."
He pressed his hips forward. She could feel exactly how hard he still was from earlier, the ridge of him grinding against the cleft of her ass through their clothes.
Nina's knees nearly buckled.
"Feel it?" Ren growled low against her ear, letting his hips roll forward once, so she could feel exactly how hard he was, before stepping back fast, putting two full paces of cold air between them.
"If you want this cock, you'd better be a good girl and do exactly what I say."
