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<spantext-decoration:" underline;"=""> sweet scent filled the air, and the thick, masculine aroma clouded Ning Chu’s mind and body. Her behavior, embarrassingly similar to something out of a hentai doujin, left her blushing in shame—yet she couldn’t help but feel a growing excitement.
But unlike usual, Wen Yang didn’t give in to her at all. He didn’t even dare to touch her.
Lowering her eyes, soft with desire, Ning Chu gently poked Wen Yang in the waist.
“Wen... Wen Yang...”
The already-tense Wen Yang shuddered at her touch. Alarmed, he quickly backed away from her, not even daring to look back. He curled up in the corner of the bed, small and pitiful.
“Don’t touch me,” he said hoarsely. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to hold back.”
“...”For a moment, Ning Chu couldn’t tell who’d actually been drugged.
Why did it feel like she was the one about to pounce on him?
She let out a helpless chuckle as she stared at Wen Yang’s back, but her gaze softened, lips curling into a slight smile.
Sitting up, Ning Chu tiptoed over to him. But the moment she got close, Wen Yang jumped as if he’d seen a ghost and bolted into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.
She let out a snort of laughter and slowly walked over to the door. Standing outside, she called to him through the door, hearing the sound of the shower running again.
“What’s wrong? Don’t want my help anymore?”
“If you help me again, something’s definitely gonna happen.”
Leaning back against the door and fiddling with her nails, she replied, “But you’ve been drugged, haven’t you? It’s not really your fault.”
“Stop teasing me. This really isn’t the time.”
“Just now you were the one pulling me in, looking like you really wanted to do something~”
“That’s why I’m afraid to touch you.”
From inside the bathroom, Wen Yang let out a bitter laugh.
“You should just go home. I can’t walk you back like this, but be careful, okay?”
“It’s already past two in the morning… I’m scared to go back alone~”
“...”
After a short pause, Ning Chu asked with a hopeful tone, “Wen Yang, why won’t you touch me?”
“I’m afraid you’ll get mad… What if I hurt you?”
Even though she already knew the answer, hearing it still made her heart flutter.
“Come out already, or you’ll burst from holding it in. I’ve rested up.”
“…Alright, I guess.”
Wen Yang cautiously stepped out of the bathroom, his eyes flicking to Ning Chu’s lips—which still had a trace of milky white on them. In that moment, something in his brain snapped. Everything went blank, and he suddenly grabbed Ning Chu’s arm.
“Ow~!”
Her yelp brought him back to his senses. Horrified, he immediately let go and backed away in guilt.
Ning Chu rubbed her sore wrist and followed behind him. Watching his struggle and frustration, she couldn’t help but mutter with concern, “Maybe… maybe you shouldn’t hold it in...”
“You could just let me help you.”
Wen Yang sat at the edge of the bed, eyes shut, trying to suppress the urge.
“It doesn’t work when I do it myself.”
“It’s probably because you’ve done it too much before.”
“...”
Ning Chu sat down beside him. But when she looked down—
Holy crap. It looked even more intimidating than before.
Was that thing even okay?!
Still, she instinctively swallowed nervously. Her thoughts were a mess.
It’s fine... I heard it feels good. And I am a succubus, so pain’s not really a problem...
Her body trembled a little as she moved closer, nervous but determined. She slowly leaned in and gently wrapped her arms around Wen Yang’s neck.
She could clearly hear his breathing start to go ragged.
Wen Yang’s eyes were red around the edges, his expression twisted as he desperately fought against the urges in his body. Honestly, it was a little scary.
Ning Chu leaned forward and gently pressed her lips against his cheek.
Suddenly, her waist was pulled in tightly, and his rough fingers grabbed her tail. Her strength instantly drained away, her body collapsing against Wen Yang’s chest like jelly.
“Y-You can’t mess around right now,” Wen Yang said with a sharp intake of breath, his voice shaking. “This isn’t the time for jokes.”
“Mm.”
Ning Chu straddled his waist, her body softly snuggling against his chest.
But the next moment, the world spun around her—and before she could react, she was lying on the bed, Wen Yang looming above her.
“Mm~”
His kiss was far rougher than usual. Within seconds, Ning Chu’s head was spinning from lack of air. His kisses traveled downward while her body went completely limp, powerless to resist.
Looking at the strawberry-like bruises and hickeys blooming on her skin, Ning Chu suddenly panicked a little.
This was scary!
Wen Yang had never been this aggressive before.
Maybe he sensed her fear, because his movements suddenly became gentler.
“Ning Chu...” Wen Yang’s voice rasped, the thread of his sanity pulling him back. He knelt between her legs, looking her in the eyes. “Are you really sure about this? Don’t regret it later.”
That familiar softness in his voice calmed her nerves a bit. She let out a breath, turned her head away, and grabbed the pillow with both hands.
“J-Just... be gentle.”
“Okay.”
. . . . . .
When the first rays of sunlight streamed softly through the curtains the next morning, the phone by the pillow buzzed quietly.
Ning Chu blinked awake, staring up at the ceiling with a fuzzy mind. She felt lightheaded, unsure of when exactly she’d fallen asleep. Everything from last night felt like a hazy dream—like she’d been a tiny boat in the middle of a storm, tossed and swaying.
But... honestly?
It felt pretty good.
She turned her head toward Wen Yang, still sleeping beside her—and in a flash, the memories of last night came flooding back.
Oh no.
Oh my god. I seriously passed out?!
Did I actually... break?!
In a panic, she flung the covers open—then let out a breath of relief.
Thankfully, she hadn’t ended up like those poor “kind-hearted girls” in the doujin she’d read, whose tragic ends often involved much worse.
She vaguely remembered Wen Yang carrying her to the bathroom and cleaning her up afterward.
Her body was clean now, but... the bed was a different story.
The sheets were a mess—and on them, were a few faint drops of blood.
She stared at them for a long time.
At first, she’d been terrified—working hard to avoid the hentai situation that she had written. But in just a few months, she’d gone from fear and resistance to having a boyfriend.
And now?
She’d given herself away, just like a story’s female supporting character.
I guess… that’s half the goal achieved?
Feeling a bit guilty, Ning Chu touched the faint hickey on her chin. She glanced down at the little injuries on her body, then sighed, grabbed a windbreaker to keep warm, and forced herself out of bed.
Her legs still felt like jelly.
But then—something changed.
She froze mid-step, then suddenly found the strength to stand straight. Alarmed, she grabbed the wall for support and rushed into the bathroom.
She’d expected to be sore all over the next morning, like her body had been completely taken apart—but to her surprise, it wasn’t painful at all. Just... a strange, lingering sensation that made her face burn.
“…Guess I’ve fallen completely now~”
As she washed up, Ning Chu sighed and muttered under her breath, “Well, it’s fine. I haven’t gotten pregnant or had a kid yet, so I haven’t fully fallen… right?”
“…Wait. Wait, no. NO!”
She froze, her whole body going stiff, a chill crawling up her spine.
She’d just realized something very serious.
They hadn’t used any protection last night. At all.
Oh my god. What if Wen Yang got lucky and landed a critical hit?! Especially with how many times he came inside...!
She definitely hadn’t planned on becoming a college student and a mom at the same time!
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