Volume 1 Chapter 38: A Choice Between Two
The plotlines in hentai are usually outrageous, but their inspiration sometimes comes from real-life news stories.
For example, the plot triggered this time: a party hosted by succubi, the purpose being to share several high-quality men with a few close sisters. The party lasts a full day and night, and the unlucky victim ends up so thoroughly drained that he can't even get out of bed for days afterward.
That's right—this plot was clearly written for Zhang Shaoqing in the original story!
Wen Yang's plotlines tend to revolve around romantic luck—mutual attraction, flirtation, or being pursued—mostly ambiguous, suggestive scenarios. Zhang Shaoqing's plots, on the other hand, are far more unhinged: stalking, trains, group activities…
After living in this hentai world for a while, Ning Chu had to admit that the two of them really did fit their respective plotlines.
Wen Yang was relatively reserved by nature. Once he'd tasted sex, he'd become more proactive, but right now he was still a virgin. Zhang Shaoqing, on the other hand, had grown up under strict discipline. Outwardly outgoing and thrill-seeking, he would completely abandon law, morality, and ethics once he "went dark"—but for now, he was still just thick-skinned and shameless.
Ning Chu felt a bit lost.
So if he stopped Wen Yang from participating in the club activity this time, would that count as him disrupting the plot or not?
A few days later, it was time for the military training performance.
Students marched in formation into the main field, the vast stadium gradually filling up with dense crowds of people.
"Holy shit! Those are from the arts campus, right?"
While Ning Chu was lost in thought, Zhang Shaoqing's exaggerated reaction suddenly rang out beside him. Ning Chu turned toward the entrance of the field and saw rows upon rows of handsome men and beautiful women filing in.
As expected of art students— even in a world where attractive people were the norm, students from the arts campus stood out.
Handsome in countless styles, beautiful like a hundred flowers in bloom.
The students formed a ring around the field. On the stage, a row of tables and chairs appeared once more. Several school leaders sat under the blazing sun, shaded by parasols, smiling kindly at the group of freshmen.
"Bastard school leaders—damn it, they know it's hot too, don't they? Even brought umbrellas," Zhang Shaoqing muttered with his arms crossed. "Training us in thirty or forty-degree heat. I'm peeling like crazy."
Ning Chu nodded in deep agreement.
Total assholes!
But when he glanced at his still fair, tender arms, he pursed his lips and shot an annoyed look at the sun.
So useless!
It had only turned his slightly sickly pale skin into a healthy pink. Why couldn't it tan him bronze instead? Like Wen Yang's skin—now that looked manly~
"Sit!"
At the instructor's command, Ning Chu plopped down on the ground.
This military training showcase consisted of two parts: student talent performances and demonstrations of training results.
But he had no interest at all. Sitting with his legs together, hands resting on his knees, he buried his head in his arms, radiating pure laziness.
His mind was still stuck on the weekend villa party. He had no attention to spare for any performances.
Once these final hours of training were over, the weekend would arrive.
Ning Chu was worried that after he'd pointed out the problems with the club gathering, it might actually make Wen Yang more excited. Just like last weekend, Wen Yang might find a way to shake him off and sneak out.
But he was just a virgin—if even twin girls plus alcohol hadn't been enough to take Wen Yang down, would he really have the guts to attend something like that?
"Ning Chu, Ning Chu."
Zhang Shaoqing suddenly leaned over with a grin. "You going out to have fun this weekend?"
"Aren't you going back home?"
Zhang Shaoqing's expression suddenly darkened, making Ning Chu's heart jump.
This guy changed faces way too fast!
He'd already been worried Zhang Shaoqing might go dark, and now—with that gloomy, thug-like expression—it looked like he might lash out and start throwing punches at any moment.
"I'll just go back for half a day," Zhang Shaoqing said, scratching his dyed yellow hair. The gloomy look on his face quickly gave way to a grin again as he teased Ning Chu. "So—are you going?"
"Going where?"
"That gathering Wen Yang mentioned!"
What the hell?! Why are you suddenly interested?!
Ning Chu recoiled in shock, leaning back to put some distance between himself and Zhang Shaoqing. "No, seriously—that gathering is definitely not something proper, right?"
"If it were proper, I wouldn't even want to go! Seven or eight girls, and one of them's a succubus—tsk, tsk~ And you can bring friends too."
Seeing that lecherous grin, Ning Chu shook his head furiously. "Nope. If you want to go, go by yourself. I'm definitely not going."
With his junk still showing zero signs of improvement, even if he did feel tempted, going to something like that would just get him laughed at. And who knows—he might even trigger the "sandwiched between men" scenario ahead of schedule.
"Tch~ coward!"
Zhang Shaoqing turned to go look for Wen Yang, but Ning Chu hurriedly grabbed him. "Wen Yang's not going either! He already told me!"
"Why does he sound like a henpecked husband?" Zhang Shaoqing laughed. "You say don't go, and he really doesn't go?"
"..."
Ning Chu nearly cursed out loud. After taking a few seconds to calm himself down, he tried to persuade him instead. "You shouldn't go stirring up trouble either. Wouldn't it be better to just stay in the dorm and game together?"
"I'm not Wen Yang—why would I listen to you?" Zhang Shaoqing paused, rubbed his chin, and looked Ning Chu up and down. Then he flashed a textbook villain's smile. "Fine, not going is okay too…"
That look sent a chill down Ning Chu's spine. He instinctively crossed his arms over his chest, frowning uneasily.
"Then how about we go to a bar tonight? I haven't been in ages."
This guy! If it's not group sex, it's the bar! Can't he think of any normal places?!
"I don't even drink."
"Perfect. Then when we're drunk, you can carry us back."
"I don't have money…"
"I'll treat!"
Faced with Zhang Shaoqing's firm stance—either the bar or the gathering—Ning Chu's mouth twitched. He had no choice but to compromise in one direction.
"…The bar, then?"
It just so happened he'd never been to a bar before. His curiosity also made him wonder whether bars in a smut novel world had bunny girls.
"Tsk, tsk. You really can't stand seeing us have good luck with women, huh?" Zhang Shaoqing smirked. "Last time Wen Yang had a date, you found an excuse to stop him. Now I want to go experience a succubus, and you won't let me either."
"If it wasn't for me, Ling Ling already—"
Zhang Shaoqing immediately shut up and nodded vigorously. "Well done! We'll listen to you!"
"No, I mean—shouldn't we avoid these obviously shady gatherings in the future too?"
"Like I've ever gone to one before. I'm just curious." He shot Ning Chu a look. "You can tell just by thinking about it—it sounds exciting."
True enough. His family upbringing was extremely strict. He had to call home every night to report in, and even on weekends he was required to go back. Forget group-sex parties—he might very well still be a virgin.
Thinking of this, Ning Chu probed teasingly, "You're not, like Wen Yang, also a virgin, are you?"
"Heh."
Zhang Shaoqing turned and walked away.
Was that disdain for answering… or guilt?
Ning Chu stared at his retreating back in mild astonishment, only to hear the instructor bark sharply, "Sit down! What are you walking around for?!"
Watching Zhang Shaoqing instantly chicken out and sit back down on the spot, Ning Chu couldn't help but laugh. He finally lifted his head and looked toward the center of the field, where several classes were already performing their military training demonstrations.
It wouldn't be long before it was their class's turn.
Ning Chu stretched out his legs and loosened his muscles, afraid of embarrassing himself in front of thousands of people.
After moving a bit, his face suddenly went pale. He clutched his lower abdomen.
Was this… from catching a chill?
Or because he'd interfered with the group-activity plot?
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Note:
Link for character illustration:
https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1IxOucqi87ss3bmqfO9zI2gYiM1Gy8Hz2