The district where the school was located wasn’t as bustling as the city center, but it had one advantage: less strict city management.
As long as a spot was lively, street vendors and small stalls could usually be found on the roadside. Occasionally, city enforcers would chase them away, but it wasn’t too common.
For his first try at setting up a stall, Wen Yang had brought only a small selection of goods to test the waters.
However, when he arrived at the night market, expecting a bustling scene, he found the usually lively stalls almost deserted, with only a few wandering pedestrians.
So... was there a city enforcement raid going on?
Wen Yang looked around in confusion, pulling his suitcase through the quiet market until he spotted a small cart selling braised food in a corner.
City enforcers must have just come through.
Seeing the braised food vendor’s wary expression, looking ready to hop on his bike and flee at any moment, Wen Yang figured he was right.
After wandering a bit, he settled near the entrance of a relatively lively apartment complex, set down his suitcase, spread a plastic sheet on the ground, and laid out his goods.
Socks, underwear, small toys, trinkets...
As the night wore on, Wen Yang regretted not bringing a small stool. With his arms crossed, he paced back and forth in front of his stall, occasionally greeting passersby. But the items on the plastic sheet remained largely untouched.
The enthusiasm he’d had when leaving home had completely faded, leaving him only with disappointment.
Looks like being the protagonist of a romance story didn’t grant any advantages for running a stall.
Wen Yang had almost believed Ning Chu’s encouragement, thinking everything would go smoothly tonight. Instead, although quite a few girls were drawn to his stall, they only bought the occasional pair of stockings or a hair clip, spending a few yuan at most.
By the end of the night, he’d barely made fifty yuan. After deducting costs, his profit was only a little over ten yuan—not even worth handing out flyers.
“Take it slow. Maybe I’ll come out and set up for a bit each day, at least until I sell off these goods.”
With a sigh, Wen Yang squatted by the street, waiting for the occasional passerby.
...
Back at the rental apartment.
After a few hours of experimenting, watching an anime episode, and writing half a chapter of her story, Ning Chu had finally tied herself up in the cotton rope.
The ropes crisscrossed her body, creating diamond-shaped patterns that pressed against her chest and the tops of her thighs. She felt a slight tingling pain, though it wasn’t too intense.
I’m so twisted...
Blushing, she looked down at the ropes around her, then quickly averted her eyes, feeling self-conscious.
As time passed and her mind wandered with all sorts of thoughts, the mild constriction and pain gradually transformed into a subtle sense of pleasure.
Oh no! I’m actually getting excited!
Her face flushed a deeper, alluring shade of red, and a strong sense of shame washed over her, prompting her to consider wrapping up this little “practice session.”
Only one problem... she’d accidentally tied a knot that wouldn’t budge.
It was positioned at her lower back, out of sight and awkward to reach with her hands.
After struggling with it for a while, Ning Chu slumped back into her chair, bound and unable even to comfortably rest her chin in her hands.
A light layer of sweat covered her skin, causing her thin silk nightgown to cling to her, disheveled by the ropes. Her face flushed, and she took quick, shallow breaths.
“Maybe... it has to be tonight?”
Since her period had only ended two days ago, Ning Chu had planned to try out the ropes tonight and finish the rest of the “plot” tomorrow. But now, having tied herself into a secure knot, she had no choice but to move things up.
She started thinking carefully about how she could bind her hands.
In the story, the “sister” character was tied up in her nightgown with her hands behind her back. But with only herself around...
A wave of intense shame and excitement clouded her mind, turning her thoughts into a fuzzy mess and heating her face until it felt like she was burning up.
Despite knowing how outrageous her actions were, she got back up and returned to the bed, trying to secure her hands with a piece of rope.
Her tail, usually only useful for teasing cats, came in handy, acting as a not-so-nimble third hand.
Following the story’s description, she’d first need to act out the bound “sister” character, restrained with a tortoiseshell pattern and hands tied behind her back. Then she’d have to untie herself and switch roles to play the “passionate younger sister.”
And Wen Yang would also have to cooperate, like the story’s male lead, by teasing the tied-up sister...
Suddenly, she heard footsteps in the hallway. In the middle of running through the plot and tying her hands, Ning Chu froze.
Oh no!
Wen Yang, exhausted, opened the door, pulling his suitcase inside and muttering, “Running a stall isn’t easy. After a whole night, I only made a few dozen yuan. After costs, I barely made twenty-something.”
He stopped mid-sentence, noticing a familiar scent in the air, and felt a reaction deep inside.
Only then did he look up and see Ning Chu, sitting cross-legged on the bed, her face flushed. Cotton ropes created diamond shapes around her body, pressing against her thin nightgown and accentuating her slender succubus form.
Though her face was red with embarrassment, there was a hint of anticipation in her eyes. Her hair clung to her forehead and cheeks, damp with sweat, making her appear temptingly juicy.
Wen Yang was taken aback, then remembered the plan Ning Chu had mentioned a few days ago.
Almost instinctively, he closed the door, ensuring no one else could see his alluring succubus.
Any sense of frustration from his failed stall venture vanished in an instant, replaced by a surge of energy.
“What’s with tying yourself up like this?”
Wen Yang asked, both amused and intrigued, as he looked at her.
“...”
“Even your hands are tied?”
Seeing Ning Chu’s arms awkwardly positioned behind her back, Wen Yang leaned in for a closer look. Her hands were loosely bound together with her heart-shaped tail, giving the appearance of being tied up.
It sort of counts as having her hands tied...
Ning Chu squirmed ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) uncomfortably, turning her head to the side, utterly embarrassed.
Even though she wasn’t exactly innocent anymore and was pretty experienced, this kind of play still made her too shy to look Wen Yang in the eye.
A powerful mix of shame and excitement filled her chest, making her body tremble slightly.
When is he going to start? Should I cue him with a “set, start” or something?
Ning Chu stole a quick glance and saw Wen Yang bending down to retrieve a special “fairy wand” from the bedside drawer.
She froze. The protagonist in her story did use a prop on the “older sister,” but this one was a bit too intense—normal women would struggle with it, and she, as a succubus, wouldn’t last a single round!
That’s cheating!
“No! Use something else!”
She blurted out, instinctively wanting to escape. But after sitting cross-legged for so long, her legs had gone numb. As she tried to get up, she only managed to tip forward onto the bed, her rear end raised high.
This only made things easier for Wen Yang.
