Chapter 23: Pervert!
So being a good person just means you deserve to have a gun pointed at you?
Ning Chu was both embarrassed and angry, and her hands, which were massaging Wen Yang’s ankle, unconsciously pressed a bit harder, causing Wen Yang’s face to go pale as he cried out in pain.
“Ow! Ow! Be gentle!”
She lowered her head, letting out a small, disdainful snort through her nose. “Pervert, aren’t you?”
Even though she knew that she was now attractive enough to easily arouse men, seeing it so blatantly still made her uncomfortable.
And scared...
Judging by the size of it, even a succubus might have trouble handling that!
But she hadn’t done anything! She was just helping to massage his ankle!
She sighed, then raised her head again, only to quickly look down in panic.
The pain from earlier hadn’t made Wen Yang back off; if anything, it seemed even more intimidating...
So that wasn’t even the limit!
Wen Yang was now completely avoiding eye contact with Ning Chu, with nothing in his hands to cover up. His face flushed red, and he hurriedly pulled the bed’s blanket over his lap, mumbling incoherently, unsure of how to explain.
There was no explaining this!
He figured it was because he’d been holding back for the past couple of months, and after the close physical contact with Ning Chu, just a little thought was enough to make his body react uncontrollably.
He had been planning to find some time alone in the dorm bathroom to take care of it, but Ning Chu was just too clingy. Aside from last Saturday when he went out for tutoring, they had hardly spent any time apart.
The atmosphere in the room became increasingly awkward.
Suppressing her embarrassment and anger, Ning Chu applied the antiseptic to the scrapes on Wen Yang’s knee and calf. Then she looked up at him with an emotionless expression, though her eyes were flickering nervously. “Your hand.”
Wen Yang obediently held out his hand.
The scrape on his palm was particularly bad, and even after cleaning the wound, it still bled a little.
Ning Chu cradled his hand, feeling a pang of pity, and was much more careful as she applied the medicine.
This was the first time she’d seen her protagonist suffer like this.
There were no scenes in the book where the protagonist was down like this! With the protagonist’s aura, Wen Yang should have had everything go smoothly.
As she thought about these things, Ning Chu’s nose twitched slightly, and she looked around, a bit confused.
She seemed to smell a faint, sweet scent that was strangely appetizing.
Suddenly, she felt hungry...
Could the teaching building have a kitchen?
She wrinkled her nose, curiously searching for the source of the sweet smell, her gaze sweeping over the doors and windows, but finding nothing.
Her heart began to pound, and the blush of embarrassment on her cheeks deepened into a rosy pink that quickly spread to her ears and neck. She took a deep breath, and the strange, sweet smell grew even stronger.
Ning Chu hesitated, her gaze falling on Wen Yang. She followed the scent downward until her eyes landed on the blanket covering his lower body.
“...”
She understood—it was the scent of male pheromones!
Her body was hungry, but not for food!
“Pervert!”
“Huh?” Wen Yang was stunned; he was just sitting there quietly, not doing anything.
Ning Chu stood up and walked to the window, opening it wide and leaning against the windowsill.
The fresh air from outside diluted the masculine pheromones in the room, allowing her body to calm down.
This seemed to be the first time...
Before, any restlessness she felt was usually because she had disrupted the plot and was punished by the will of the world. But this time, it was Wen Yang’s presence that stirred her body!
How terrifying!
Is this what being a succubus is like?
With no other option, Ning Chu rubbed her temples and looked back at Wen Yang. Several minutes had passed, but the blanket was still visibly raised, making her feel uneasy.
Wen Yang noticed her gaze and became even more embarrassed, not knowing where to look. He awkwardly tried to explain, “Maybe it’s because... I’ve been holding back too long.”
“Don’t you know how to take care of it yourself?”
She was so blunt, not even avoiding the topic.
But with Ning Chu’s pretty, innocent face looking at him, Wen Yang couldn’t bring himself to say anything.
“There shouldn’t be many people in the teaching building right now,” Ning Chu said, crossing her arms and speaking with a blank expression. “If it doesn’t hurt anymore, go to the bathroom and take care of it...”
Otherwise, it’s scary to have you pointing a gun at me all the time!
“Uh...”
There wasn’t an ounce of modesty in this girl!
Wen Yang’s face turned even redder as a bold thought suddenly crossed his mind.
His brain, already filled with inappropriate thoughts, acted on impulse, and he blurted out, “Could you help me?”
As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized what he had said, and immediately regretted it. He finally understood what it meant to be overwhelmed by lust.
But his mind had already started imagining the softness of Ning Chu’s small hands...
“!!!”
Oh my God! Is this what a harem novel protagonist is really like? That’s so perverted!
Ning Chu glanced at the window. If it weren’t for the dense bushes outside, she would have jumped out and run away.
“I’ll wait outside.”
She turned and walked straight out of the resting room.
“I was just joking...” Wen Yang tried to explain, guilt eating away at him.
What kind of pervert makes jokes like that?
Ning Chu hurriedly left the infirmary, retreating to the hallway where she leaned weakly against the wall.
She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, threatening to leap out. She patted her now completely flushed face, forcing her chaotic mind to calm down.
This is bad; Wen Yang’s advances are becoming more direct.
Last time, it was just holding hands under threat. This time, he suggested she use her hands. What’s next—will he actually make a move on her?
And her succubus body wasn’t helping at all! Just a whiff of pheromones, and she was getting restless! If Wen Yang really tried something, she might not even be able to resist!
Ning Chu wondered if she should let the female supporting characters have their way with Wen Yang.
If they drained him dry... no, in a harem novel, even if the protagonist was drained one day, he’d be back to full strength the next.
She heard the door open behind her.
Wen Yang came out, avoiding eye contact, and leaned against the wall. “The doctor said it’s not serious. The quick treatment helped, so there’s no swelling, but I need to rest.”
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“Mm.”
He limped toward the hallway exit.
Ning Chu hesitated, watching Wen Yang’s awkward movements, but finally forced herself to step forward and take his arm.
“...”
The teaching building was deserted, with no students in sight—only the occasional glimpse of a staff member.
“Are you sure you don’t need to go to the bathroom?”
“No need...” Wen Yang stammered.
“But you...” Ning Chu sighed and stopped at the bathroom door. “Go! Just take care of it!”
Having a gun pointed at her all the time wasn’t something she could endure!
“Oh.”
Wen Yang obediently walked into the men’s bathroom.
Ning Chu, worried, went over to the sink, splashed some cool water on her face, and then positioned herself like a guard outside the men’s bathroom, not wanting to stray too far from Wen Yang.
That sweet scent grew stronger... she could smell it from several meters away.
She had no choice but to step back, leaning against the sink as she pulled out her phone to pass the time.
But after half an hour... Wen Yang still hadn’t come out.
“???”