“A debate competition, huh...”
Ning Chu took quick, small steps, trailing behind Wen Yang while peeking nervously into the classroom.
Inside, many students were already seated. At the front, two long tables with chairs were set up—presumably for the participants.
The room was filled with unfamiliar faces, which made Ning Chu feel slightly uneasy. Noticing that Wen Yang had distanced himself by a few steps, she hurried to catch up and instinctively grabbed the hem of his jacket.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know anyone here~” Ning Chu scanned the classroom, then suddenly froze. “What the—! Why is she here?”
“Who?”
“That big-chested girl from Class Two! Wen Wen! I even borrowed her name once...”
Wen Yang didn’t immediately remember who she was, but following Ning Chu’s gaze, he noticed the striking figure—a petite girl with an impressively ample chest. Recognition dawned. “Oh, the girl the protagonist liked in the novel? Kind of the main pairing, right?”
“Pairing my foot!”
Ning Chu grabbed Wen Yang’s arm and clung tightly to it, holding him possessively.
Wen Wen appeared to be one of the debate participants as well. She was dressed formally in a fitted suit, but her proportions caused the top buttons of her blazer to remain undone. Only the waist button was fastened, accentuating her voluptuous figure in a way that was almost indecent.
Her petite frame, coupled with such exaggerated curves, drew nearly everyone’s gaze. She didn’t even need to try—just sitting there was enough to dominate the room.
This sight made Ning Chu even more wary. Don’t think I don’t know, Wen Yang—this guy loves big chests!
She pressed her finger warningly into Wen Yang’s side, prompting him to hurriedly withdraw the glance he’d unintentionally cast toward Wen Wen.
“Wearing something so suggestive!” Ning Chu muttered under her breath. “Stay away from her!”
In truth, Wen Wen was dressed conservatively, her suit and trousers fully covering her. But her figure alone exuded a sultry allure.
With her babyish, loli face paired with such a seductive body, she was the ultimate mix of cute and sexy—an irresistible combination for most men.
Even Ning Chu, a succubus, felt inferior.
She muttered to herself, trying to downplay Wen Wen’s appeal. “So disproportionate... It looks weird, honestly.”
“She’s eighteen at best and barely five feet tall. Bad genes, obviously.”
Wen Yang chuckled as he led her to an empty seat. He glanced at Ning Chu, his little jealous succubus, with amusement.
“Why are you staring at me?” she huffed.
“You seem oddly riled up after seeing her.”
“I’m not! I just don’t appreciate chests that big!” Ning Chu puffed up, her tone defensive. “Even in, uh... comics, I skip the ones with absurdly huge chests!”
After all, Wen Wen was the girl the protagonist of the novel had liked. Even though Wen Yang wasn’t that protagonist, it still meant Wen Wen fit his “type.”
Wen Wen’s storyline had long since ended, and Wen Yang was clearly taken. There was no real need to worry.
But logic aside, jealousy was jealousy—even if she had orchestrated this situation herself in the past.
“When does it start?”
Wen Yang checked his watch. “About ten minutes. Our other classmates haven’t arrived yet.”
Judging by the seating arrangement, each class fielded four participants. Ning Chu wasn’t sure if anyone familiar would show up.
“You’re usually so quiet. Why did you sign up for this competition?”
“Thought it’d be a good way to challenge myself.”
As they chatted, Ning Chu’s eyes kept drifting toward Wen Wen.
Holy crap—it’s really huge!
She’s practically a milk cow! I think that was even a plotline in the book...
How perverted was I when I wrote that?
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps as a group of students entered the classroom. She glanced over and froze again.
Anyone could have joined the debate team, but she never expected to see Lily among them.
Dressed in a sharp suit, Lily was clearly one of the participants too!
Along with her were another boy and girl Ning Chu didn’t recognize.
“Lily!”
Ning Chu waved lightly, calling out. The usually stoic “ice queen” turned her head, her eyes lighting up as she spotted Ning Chu. She quickened her steps and sat down beside her.
Ning Chu could sense Lily exhale softly, her stiff posture visibly relaxing.
“Xinya didn’t come?” Ning Chu asked.
“She slept in,” Lily replied, her tone clipped but laced with a hint of irritation toward the lazy wolf-girl.
“You? In a debate competition?” Ning Chu rested her chin in one hand, studying the quiet, repressed succubus. “You’re not going to freeze up and say nothing, are you?”
“N-No...” Lily stammered, her fingers gripping the hem of her jacket tightly. Her eyes betrayed a clear nervousness.
“It was supposed to be Xinya’s spot.” Her voice softened. “But I couldn’t wake her up...”
“So you got roped into it, huh? Xinya’s so unreliable~”
The whole setup seemed just as unreliable—letting someone sub in last-minute like this. Ning Chu could already picture Lily’s awkward performance, standing on stage and freezing under the scrutiny of the audience.
“Look at today’s topic first,” Wen Yang suggested, pulling Lily into the debate group chat. “Your teammates are in there too. See if you can come up with some ideas. We’re on the opposing side.”
“Okay.”
Lily lowered her head and got to work. Once online, her reserved demeanor vanished as her thumbs flew across her phone screen. In no time, she had broken down the topic, outlined key points for the debate, and anticipated potential arguments from the affirmative side.
Then, almost absentmindedly, she posted an explicit image to the group chat—only to panic and immediately delete it.
Her teammates’ reactions were obvious as they turned to look back at her, bewildered. They glanced at her familiar ice-queen face, struggling to reconcile it with the person who had just sent that image.
Ning Chu, amused, leaned in. “You’re so eloquent online. What happens when you’re up there?”
“...”
Lily averted her gaze, her usual icy facade cracking as a faint blush crept across her cheeks. Her hands trembled slightly, struggling to keep hold of her phone.
Her thighs pressed together as she hung her head, her lips parting slightly as her breath grew uneven.
Ning Chu froze, turning to look at Wen Yang, who gave her a subtle nod of confirmation.
Got it. Lily’s in heat.
Her own succubus tendencies had long been under control—years of relentless "training" with Wen Yang had ensured her desires were not only managed but often overflowing. But Lily clearly wasn’t as adept at handling herself.
Wen Yang casually shifted two seats away. With more distance, his “radar” calmed down, leaving him unaffected.
“Participants, please take the stage.”
The teacher organizing the debate called out.
Wen Yang and Ning Chu both ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ turned to look at Lily, who was visibly struggling against her instincts, her face flushed with a telltale pink hue.
It was clear that her composure was crumbling. The once-perfect succubus, who could mask everything seamlessly, now wore her desires on her face for all to see.
“What do we do?” Ning Chu whispered. As a succubus herself, she knew exactly how difficult Lily’s current state was.
Forget debating—just walking to the stage without collapsing would be a challenge.
Then Lily gently pushed Ning Chu’s shoulder.
“Go.”
“Me? Wait! I’m just here to watch!”
Lily’s sharp glare made it clear there was no room for negotiation.
Lily’s Debate Match Begins
“A debate competition...”
Ning Chu trailed behind Wen Yang in small, hurried steps, peeking cautiously into the classroom as she clung to his side.
Inside, students had already started gathering. At the front of the room, two long tables with chairs were set up, clearly designated for the debate participants.
The unfamiliar faces made Ning Chu feel slightly on edge. When Wen Yang moved a few steps ahead, she quickly caught up, instinctively clutching the hem of his jacket.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I don’t know anyone here...” she muttered, scanning the room nervously. Suddenly, she stiffened. “What the heck—why is she here?”
“Who?”
“That big-chested girl from Class Two! Wen Wen! I even borrowed her name once...”
Wen Yang paused, trying to recall who Ning Chu meant. Following her gaze, he spotted the petite girl with an exaggeratedly ample chest. Recognition dawned on his face. “Oh, the one the novel’s protagonist liked? Kind of the official pairing?”
“Official pairing my ass!” Ning Chu growled, yanking Wen Yang’s arm and clutching it tightly.
Wen Wen was seated at one of the participant tables, dressed in a neatly tailored suit. However, her proportions were so striking that the top buttons of her blazer wouldn’t close. She’d only managed to fasten the one at her waist, unintentionally emphasizing her figure further.
Her petite stature combined with her impossible curves made her a magnet for every gaze in the room, even as she sat quietly.
This only heightened Ning Chu’s wariness. Don’t think I don’t know your preferences, Wen Yang. You love big chests!
Her fingers poked warningly at Wen Yang’s side, snapping him out of a brief glance at Wen Wen.
“She’s dressed so provocatively!” Ning Chu muttered under her breath. “Stay away from her.”
In truth, Wen Wen’s outfit was modest and professional, but her body radiated an unintentional allure. Her baby-faced loli appearance paired with her exaggerated figure created a unique charm that few men could resist.
Even Ning Chu, a succubus, couldn’t help but feel inadequate in comparison.
“She’s way too disproportional,” Ning Chu muttered to herself, trying to convince herself of Wen Wen’s flaws. “It’s not attractive—it’s weird.”
“She’s barely five feet tall and eighteen at most. Obviously bad genes,” she added, scornfully.
Wen Yang chuckled, guiding Ning Chu to an empty seat. He turned to look at her, his amused expression making her squirm.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked.
“You seem really worked up about her.”
“I’m not!” Ning Chu sat up straighter, puffing out her chest defensively. “I just don’t like chests that big! Even in comics, I skip those!”
After all, Wen Wen had been the protagonist’s love interest in the original storyline. Although Wen Yang wasn’t that protagonist, the association still made her feel uneasy.
Wen Wen’s part in the story had long since ended, and Wen Yang was clearly taken. There was no logical reason to feel jealous.
But knowing that and actually curbing her jealousy were two different things.
“When does it start?”
Wen Yang glanced at his watch. “In about ten minutes. Our classmates haven’t arrived yet.”
Judging by the seats, each class fielded four participants. Ning Chu wondered if she’d see anyone familiar.
“I didn’t expect you, of all people, to sign up for something like this,” she said. “You’re so quiet most of the time.”
“It’s good practice,” Wen Yang replied simply.
As they chatted, Ning Chu’s gaze kept drifting toward Wen Wen.
Holy crap... it’s huge.
She’s like a milk cow! Wait, didn’t I actually write that as part of her storyline?
What the hell was wrong with me back then?
Her thoughts were interrupted as more students entered the classroom. The sound of footsteps drew her attention, and when she turned to look, her expression froze.
She hadn’t expected Lily to show up.
The ever-stoic ice queen was dressed in a crisp suit, clearly one of the participants.
Alongside her were another boy and girl Ning Chu didn’t recognize.
“Lily!” Ning Chu called out softly, raising a hand to wave.
Lily turned her head, her cold demeanor melting briefly as her eyes lit up. She quickened her pace and sat down next to Ning Chu.
Ning Chu could feel Lily relax slightly, the tension in her posture easing as she let out a quiet breath.
“Xinya didn’t come?”
“She’s sleeping in,” Lily replied with a hint of irritation in her usually clipped tone.
“You? In a debate competition?” Ning Chu propped her chin on her hand, studying Lily with amusement. “What’s next? Freezing up on stage and saying nothing?”
“N-No...” Lily stammered, clutching the hem of her jacket tightly. Her eyes betrayed her nerves.
“It was supposed to be Xinya’s spot,” Lily admitted, her voice soft. “But I couldn’t wake her up.”
“So you got roped into it, huh? Xinya’s so unreliable~”
The whole arrangement seemed chaotic at best—letting someone sub in at the last minute. Ning Chu could already picture Lily awkwardly struggling through the debate, her usual stoic demeanor crumbling under the pressure.
“Look at today’s topic first,” Wen Yang suggested, pulling Lily into the debate team’s group chat. “Your teammates are in there too. See if you have any ideas. We’re on the opposing side.”
“Okay.”
Lily lowered her head and immediately got to work. Once she started typing, her nervousness seemed to vanish. Her thumbs flew across her phone as she analyzed the debate topic, outlined key arguments, and anticipated counterpoints from the affirmative side.
Then, almost absentmindedly, she posted an explicit image to the group chat—only to hastily delete it moments later.
Her teammates turned to stare, clearly bewildered. Their gazes shifted to Lily’s cold, stoic face, struggling to reconcile her professional appearance with the person who had just sent that image.
Ning Chu couldn’t help but tease her. “You’re so eloquent online. What happens when you’re up there?”
“...”
Lily turned her head away in silence, her usual icy composure cracking as a faint blush crept across her cheeks. Her hands trembled slightly, barely able to hold onto her phone.
Her thighs pressed together as her breathing quickened, her lips parting slightly in shallow gasps.
Ning Chu froze, her gaze snapping to Wen Yang for confirmation.
He nodded subtly.
Got it. She’s in heat.
Her own succubus tendencies were long under control—years of Wen Yang’s "training" had ensured that. But Lily clearly wasn’t as experienced in managing her instincts.
Wen Yang casually shifted two seats away, the distance enough to mute his “radar” and maintain his calm.
“Participants, please take the stage.”
The teacher’s voice echoed through the classroom.
Ning Chu and Wen Yang both turned to look at Lily, who was visibly struggling. Her face was flushed pink, and her composure was completely shattered. It was clear she was barely holding it together.
“What do we do?” Ning Chu whispered. As a fellow succubus, she knew exactly how difficult this moment was for Lily.
Forget debating—just walking to the stage without collapsing seemed impossible.
Then Lily shoved Ning Chu’s shoulder gently.
“You go.”
“Me? Wait—I’m just here to watch!” Ning Chu protested.
Lily’s glare left no room for negotiation.
