The air was thick with a sweet aroma, the overpowering masculine scent flooded Ning Chu’s mind and body, making her actions akin to those of a hentai protagonist—she was embarrassed and ashamed, yet couldn’t help but feel exhilarated.
However, Wen Yang, unlike usual, didn’t indulge her. In fact, he wouldn’t even touch her.
Her spring-filled eyes lowered as she gently poked Wen Yang’s side. "Wen... Wen Yang..."
His body shuddered at her touch, and, frightened, he quickly put distance between them, unable to even glance back, huddling like a small, helpless creature in the corner of the bed.
“Don’t touch me,” he rasped, his voice hoarse. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to control myself.”
“...”
For a moment, Ning Chu was unsure who had been drugged.
It almost felt like she was the one about to devour him!
She found herself chuckling at the absurdity, watching him with a soft gaze and a faint smile tugging at her lips.
Ning Chu sat up, inching closer to Wen Yang, but he reacted as if he had seen a ghost. He scrambled to his feet and fled to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
She burst out laughing, slowly walking to the bathroom door. Leaning against it, she spoke through the barrier to the sound of the running water. “What’s wrong? Don’t need my help anymore?”
“If you help any further, something bad will happen.”
Leaning against the door, she fiddled with her nails. “But you were drugged, weren’t you? It’s not really your fault.”
“Stop teasing me,” Wen Yang said with a bitter smile from inside the bathroom. “You should go home. It’s not safe for me to take you back like this.”
“It’s already so late. I’m scared to go home alone~”
“...”
Ning Chu hesitated for a moment before asking, “Wen Yang, why are you so afraid to touch me?”
“I don’t want you to be angry... or worse, hurt you.”
Although she had guessed as much, hearing his answer made her heart flutter with joy.
“Come on, you’re going to hurt yourself if you keep holding back. I’m rested enough now.”
“Are you sure?” Wen Yang cautiously asked, peeking out from the bathroom.
The moment he glanced at her lips, still slightly colored with a creamy tint from earlier, something snapped inside him. He lunged forward, grabbing Ning Chu by the arm.
“Ouch~!”
Her pained gasp snapped him back to his senses, and he immediately released her, guilt flooding his expression.
Ning Chu rubbed her wrist, following Wen Yang back into the room. Watching his struggle filled her with a mix of pity and frustration.
“Maybe... you don’t have to hold back anymore...” she mumbled softly.
“You helping me is enough,” Wen Yang responded, his voice strained as he sat on the bed, eyes squeezed shut. “It doesn’t feel the same when I try by myself.”
“Maybe that’s because you’ve done it too much.”
“...”
Ning Chu sat beside him, her eyes darting downward, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop sharply.
I swear... it looks even scarier than before!
Isn’t there a risk it might break or something?!
Her throat dry, she swallowed nervously, her mind a whirlwind of confusion.
It’s fine, I heard it feels good... plus, I’m a succubus, right? I shouldn’t feel pain in a situation like this...
Her body trembled as she scooted closer to him. Hesitantly, she leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his neck, her lips gently brushing his cheek.
She could hear his breathing grow ragged and uneven.
His eyes were bloodshot, his expression strained as he struggled to suppress his urges. He looked terrifying.
Leaning in closer, Ning Chu pressed her lips against his face, her movements slow and careful. Wen Yang’s arm snaked around her waist, his rough fingers finding her tail, which sapped all the strength from her body. She collapsed, her entire frame falling into his chest.
“Y-you better not try anything funny, this isn’t a joke,” Wen Yang gasped, his voice trembling.
“Mhm.”
Ning Chu sat astride Wen Yang’s waist, her body melting into his.
Before she knew it, the world spun, and when she opened her eyes, she found herself beneath him, pinned to the bed.
“Mm~”
Wen Yang's kisses were rough, far more forceful than usual, and in just a few moments, Ning Chu’s brain was swimming from a lack of oxygen. His kisses trailed down her body, leaving her weak and pliant.
When she noticed the hickeys blooming on her skin, panic set in.
This is terrifying! Wen Yang’s never been this rough with me before.
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Sensing her change in mood, Wen Yang’s actions softened considerably. He knelt between her legs, his voice husky but tender as he asked, “Ning Chu... are you sure? Don’t regret this.”
The familiar gentleness in his voice eased some of her anxiety, and she let out a shaky breath. Turning her head away, she clutched the pillow in her hands. “Y-you better be gentle...”
“Of course.”
The first rays of morning sunlight filtered through the thin curtains, and the buzzing of her phone by the bedside pulled Ning Chu from her slumber. She blinked in confusion, staring at the ceiling, her mind foggy.
She struggled to remember how she had even fallen asleep. In the haze of sleep and wakefulness, she had felt like a small boat tossed in a storm.
But it had been... nice.
Turning her head, she glanced at Wen Yang, sleeping peacefully beside her. The memories of the night came rushing back.
Oh, right! I fainted!
I can’t believe I really passed out!
Suddenly, she flung the covers off, relief washing over her as she checked herself.
Thankfully, the fate of the good-hearted girl from her novel hadn’t befallen her.
She vaguely remembered Wen Yang carrying her to the shower afterward, cleaning her up.
While her body was spotless, the bed was an entirely different story... the sheets were a mess, and a few drops of blood stained the fabric. She stared at them for a long time, lost in thought.
At the start, she had been terrified, working so hard to avoid the kind of ending she had written.
In just a few short months, she had gone from fear and resistance to having a boyfriend.
In the end, she had given in... and now, she was officially the protagonist of her own story.
Did that mean she had half-achieved her goal?
Feeling a bit guilty, Ning Chu touched the mark on her chin, glanced at her body covered in hickeys, and furrowed her brows. She threw on a coat for warmth and struggled to her feet.
Her legs were still weak.
Then, suddenly, something hit her.
Her eyes widened in shock, and, gaining strength in her legs, she hurried to the bathroom, gripping the walls for support.
She had expected her body to be sore beyond belief when she woke up, but surprisingly, she felt no real pain—just a slight, unfamiliar sensation that made her face flush.
“I’ve fully transformed, huh...”
As she washed herself, Ning Chu sighed, mumbling softly, “It’s fine, I haven’t gotten pregnant or anything, so it doesn’t count as fully transformed, right?”
Wait a second... oh no!
Her body froze, her scalp tingling as a horrifying thought occurred to her.
We didn’t use any protection last night!
Oh no! What if Wen Yang got lucky and I... with how many times we did it...
I can’t possibly have a baby while I’m still in school!