A small car stopped at the chilly village entrance. After a moment, a young man and woman opened the right rear door and stepped out.
The girl shivered, stamping her feet to shake off the cold. She immediately pulled up the collar of her sweater to cover her long neck, hiding her hands in her coat pockets. “It’s so cold here~”
Their school was located halfway up a mountain, with a higher altitude. This city was further north, making the winter temperatures five to six degrees lower than her hometown.
Back home, it had already warmed up to around ten degrees, but here it was still only four or five degrees.
“Help me with the luggage.”
“Oh~”
Ning Chu quickly jogged to the car trunk, helping Wen Yang take the luggage out.
“We’re probably ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) going to have to do a big cleanup too. It’s been a month since we last stayed here.”
She mumbled, glancing at a bus packed with passengers passing by on the road. “School starts tomorrow...”
Ning Chu had spent a month at home, triggering only a few events, although one of them had practically left her at the mercy of others, and another nearly made her choose a male partner.
But at least it was infrequent—no need to worry daily about Wen Yang being stolen away by some bad woman or fear sudden narrative punishments during family gatherings or trips.
Now, however, she was back in the main stage of her own little drama world, and the thought of so many storylines waiting to unfold at school made her head throb.
Thankfully, she had already triggered most of the “clingy” scenarios; the remaining female characters shouldn't seek her out uninvited.
When she wrote this small fantasy world back then, she should have been more thorough, detailing a short side story in a dozen chapters rather than condensing it into just a few.
Now look at the mess—all sorts of vixen-like characters scattered everywhere.
Following behind Wen Yang, they arrived at the door of their rental house.
Opening the door of the place they hadn’t occupied in a month, Ning Chu spotted a thin layer of dust covering the room, letting out a sigh of frustration.
“I’m going to change clothes. Keeping my tail tucked in my pants is so uncomfortable...”
She envied Hei Dou immensely; the catgirl could always have her tail out, and it looked soft and cute.
A succubus’s tail, however, was a dangerous weakness. If it were firmly grasped, her body would instantly lose all strength to resist.
“Go on, I’ll start cleaning.”
“Do a good job! I’ll cook some dumplings as a reward later~”
Ning Chu grabbed a set of loungewear from her suitcase and dashed into the bathroom.
Moments later, she emerged in a cozy robe, the plush fabric cinched tightly at the waist, outlining her slender, graceful figure. The collar revealed just a hint of her collarbone, while the hemline reached down to her calves, leaving only her ankles exposed.
Wen Yang was wiping down the table, and he glanced up at the sight of the little succubus’s attire. His mind couldn’t help but wander, imagining the bare, smooth skin beneath the robe.
After all, he was still newly experienced, having only recently lost his virginity. Before, work had helped him manage his energy, but now, with more free time, he’d happily be with Ning Chu three times a day if she could keep up.
“My mom’s really something, giving us so many dumplings. I guess tonight’s dinner will be dumplings again,” Ning Chu mumbled, tying her hair into a ponytail.
Her movements were still a bit clumsy, but since her hair had grown, she’d found that without tying it back, she often ended up with a mouthful of hair while eating.
“No worries, whatever you don’t eat, I will.”
Setting up the folding table and the induction cooker, Ning Chu pulled over a small stool, propped her elbows on her knees, rested her chin in her hands, and stared longingly at the transparent lid gradually fogging over.
“Wen Yang...” Her tone turned slightly heavy.
“Mm? What’s wrong?”
Her voice suddenly grew sharp and playful, as she lifted her foot, “Come warm my feet! They’re freezing!”
“Even with socks?”
“Hurry up!”
“I’m cleaning.” Wen Yang sighed, setting aside the mop and sitting next to her on a stool.
Ning Chu adjusted her position, leaning back against the wall and lifting her feet onto Wen Yang’s lap, mischievously trying to burrow her toes into his coat.
“Stop it.”
Wen Yang caught her pale, delicate feet with a firm grip, his gaze drifting from her toes, up her ankles, along her soft calves. As she lifted her legs, her robe parted slightly on each side, exposing her smooth, full thighs to the cool air.
Noticing his gaze, Ning Chu’s face flushed, and she quickly closed her robe.
In the meantime, her icy feet had sneaked their way into Wen Yang’s coat while he was distracted, pressing against his stomach.
“Now it’s warm~”
To Wen Yang, though, it felt as if two ice-cold popsicles had been shoved against him, sending a chill through his core.
“You don’t have foot odor, right?”
“Of course not!” Ning Chu lifted her chin proudly. “My whole body smells nice. There’s no chance of foot odor.”
“Mm, yes, yes.”
Seeing his thoughtful expression, she froze, trying to pull her feet away quickly.
Oh no! He’s definitely thinking something perverted!
But Wen Yang held her ankles firmly, making it impossible for her to escape.
Ning Chu looked horrified. “You’re such a pervert!”
“I haven’t even said anything.”
“One look at your face and I know what you’re thinking!”
“It’s your mind that’s filthy.”
“Liar! I’m so pure—otherwise, how would you have tricked me into bed?”
“???”
As they bickered, a light knock sounded at the door.
Ning Chu froze, instinctively turning her head towards it, then heard a cool female voice call out, “Ning Chu? Are you home?”
“It’s Lily!”
Finally releasing her, Wen Yang let her pull her feet out from under his coat. She jumped up excitedly and rushed to open the door.
Standing outside was a beautiful woman with a calm, almost expressionless face.
But Ning Chu quickly noticed a faint blush on Lily’s cheeks—she must have overheard their playful quarrel with Wen Yang just now.
Not that it mattered much; this girl was way more mischievous than she was.
“What brings you here?”
“Just got off here,” Lily replied, tugging a suitcase to her side. “I brought something for you. Is Wen Yang around?”
“Brought something? Wen Yang’s here, but why do you need him?” Ning Chu tilted her head in confusion, then grabbed Lily’s hand, pulling her in. “Come on in! Haven’t had lunch yet, right? I’ve got so many dumplings; we won’t finish them all!”
“If only Xin Ya were here; we’d be able to clear them all in one meal~”
Lily stumbled as Ning Chu dragged her into the room.
“No need to thank me; just help with the cleanup later!”
“Wen Yang, another pot of dumplings, please!”
Ning Chu shut the door behind them, finally taking a moment to ask Lily, “So, what did you bring?”
“You’ll see... I just need Wen Yang here.”
Lily set down her suitcase, opened it, and pulled out a very familiar box.
What the heck!
It was the toy she had once used at Lily’s place!
“Why did you bring that here?!”
“You used it already... I don’t want it.”
“I didn’t! Don’t say that! Is this revenge or something?”
Lily nodded calmly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
This wicked woman’s vengeful streak was ridiculous!
Ning Chu’s ears turned red with embarrassment. She instinctively glanced over at Wen Yang, who kept his eyes fixed on the pot, pretending not to notice anything but clearly aware of the situation.
Oh no!
Dealing with one Wen Yang was already a challenge...
