Volume 1 Chapter 37: The Succubus's Gathering
Who knew whether Wen Yang had triggered yet another bizarre storyline.
After lunch, with his stomach full, drowsiness and fatigue came crashing over him all at once. Normally, he would have taken a nap at this time, but today his mind was restless. From the corner of his eye, he kept glancing toward Wen Yang, afraid that the guy might get flirted with by some girl again when he wasn't paying attention.
He picked up a plush toy sitting on his desk. His eyes were on the anime playing on his computer screen, but his hand clenched into a fist and started punching the toy's head again and again.
Die already! Stop causing trouble for me every day!
The toy Wen Yang had won from a ring-toss game back then had now become Wen Yang's stand-in, suffering relentless abuse at Ning Chu's hands.
In the end, he really couldn't hold it in anymore and finally asked Wen Yang, "Why was the perfume smell on you so strong just now?"
He didn't want Wen Yang to think he was overly controlling, but the anxiety in his heart—and his fear of being "sandwiched between men"—made it impossible for him to restrain himself.
"I'm just curious," he added.
Wen Yang had already expected the question. It was a good chance to complain about what happened in the cafeteria anyway. "A small club kept trying to rope me in. They'd already contacted me online a few days ago. I wasn't interested, but today they caught me red-handed in the cafeteria."
"I really had no choice but to agree." Wen Yang shrugged helplessly and sighed. "With the time it takes to attend club activities, I'd rather take on a few more paid boosting jobs online."
A club?
Ning Chu recalled the large square he passed every day on the way back to the dorm from the training field. It was always packed with all kinds of club recruitment booths. He had once considered whether he should join one too.
"Ohh~" He put on a look of sudden realization, secretly letting out a sigh of relief.
He couldn't exactly forbid Wen Yang from joining a club, could he?
If he was worried about Wen Yang getting hit on during club activities, then he could just join along as well.
From Wen Yang's description, the club seemed desperate for new members right now. It shouldn't be too hard.
"Oh right, they're holding a gathering this weekend," Wen Yang suddenly turned around and asked the guys in the dorm, "They said something about renting a villa. Want to go check it out together?"
Wang Jie was a little tempted. "I've never stayed in a villa before…"
Zhang Shaoqing: "What's so great about staying in a villa?"
"A villa?!" Ning Chu's voice rose sharply before he realized it. Seeing everyone turn to look at him, he immediately echoed Zhang Shaoqing's words, "Yeah, what's so great about staying in a villa!"
"Of course you'd think it's boring," Wen Yang rolled his eyes at Zhang Shaoqing. "You've lived in one for over ten years."
Still not entirely sure whether this gathering was what he imagined—or just a normal get-together—Ning Chu asked casually, pretending not to care, "So who's the club president?"
"I heard she's a girl. Probably a succubus?"
"..."
Zhang Shaoqing's interest was instantly piqued. "I heard succubi are super horny! You're in luck, man!"
Wang Jie's eyes lit up. "Is she pretty? How big is she?"
"I haven't even seen her. How would I know?"
"The one in our class should be around an E, right?"
At the mention of succubi, the group of lecherous idiots all flushed and excitedly started discussing the topic.
"I heard succubi are all at least a D-cup! Is that true?"
"I heard succubi have heart-shaped tattoos on their stomachs? Has anyone here actually seen one?"
Zhang Shaoqing shot Wang Jie a look. "You think people have nothing better to do than show you their belly?"
"Even you, rich second-generation young master, haven't seen one?"
They were deep in heated discussion, every one of them looking like a bunch of horny idiots. Even Wen Yang—whom Ning Chu had always held to higher expectations—had joined in.
"The succubus in our class seems pretty aloof, though? She looks like she doesn't bother with anyone."
"That's just how she acts in public~ Wen Yang, you're super popular with girls—hasn't she tried hitting on you?"
"Actually, no."
"Whoa~ a celibate-type succubus?"
Meanwhile, Ning Chu's expression was awful as he sat there in silence.
Villa. Gathering. Succubus.
Those three keywords were practically begging people to imagine something shady.
What's more, there really were scenes in the novel where succubus organizations held parties for group activities, which made his sense of foreboding even worse.
This was probably Wen Yang triggering yet another new storyline.
Whether the plot got derailed or Wen Yang went along with it—neither outcome was good. The former would deepen Ning Chu's feminization, while the latter would not only turn him into a girl but also get him thoroughly screwed.
"Ning Chu, what do you think about succubi?"
Noticing that Ning Chu hadn't said a word, Wen Yang took the initiative to ask him.
"Nothing special…"
In his past life, he'd been extremely interested in succubi—otherwise he wouldn't have added that kind of nonhuman girl into the book. But now, any girl who tried to flirt with Wen Yang was automatically classified as a bad woman!
"You like them smaller?" Zhang Shaoqing teased with a grin. "That works too. Small has its own appeal. Succubi are usually the mature big-sister type—standing next to you, it wouldn't really match."
Ning Chu shot him a look and couldn't be bothered to respond.
He'd previously worried that Zhang Shaoqing might have a fragile psyche and would snap after a little setback, but now he realized the guy was just thick-skinned—smiling and joking all day long, never taking anything to heart.
"I'm going to take a nap. Don't be noisy."
With that, Ning Chu got up, climbed the ladder to his bed, and lay down, yawning repeatedly.
"Alright, break it up. We still have military training this afternoon—get some sleep."
A few minutes later, Wen Yang climbed up as well. Just as he was about to lie down, he noticed Ning Chu suddenly sit up, turn around, and face his bed.
Looking down, Wen Yang saw Ning Chu lying on his back, the corners of his eyes moist with drowsiness, occasionally yawning. His delicate face was flushed with a healthy pink, and his completely unguarded, dazed expression made it hard not to soften.
"What is it?"
Only then did Ning Chu open his eyes and look at Wen Yang, who was sitting at the edge of the bed. In a low voice, he said, "I feel like there's something off about your club activity. It might be… group sex."
"What makes you say that?"
"The president is a succubus!"
Zhang Shaoqing overheard him. "Ning Chu! That's on you! What's wrong with succubi? If there were no succubi, would you act slutty for us?"
"Get lost!"
"That's prejudice! A stereotype against succubi!"
Ning Chu ignored him entirely and continued to look at Wen Yang worriedly. "Can't you just not go? I'm afraid something might happen…"
Wen Yang scratched his head. Seeing the pleading, hopeful look in Ning Chu's eyes—and since he'd only joined the club under pressure anyway—he nodded without hesitation.
"Sure."
"That's good…"
After more than a week of "training," Wen Yang was listening to him more and more.
Last time, even twin girls plus alcohol hadn't managed to take Wen Yang down. This time, it was even less likely.
Ning Chu rolled over, but still felt uneasy.
Tossing and turning without falling asleep, he went online and looked up an anti-porn hotline.
If Wen Yang really insisted on going, then he couldn't be blamed for reporting it!
Cracking down on porn in a hentai world… could those officers even be reliable? What if he ended up dragging himself into it too?
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Note:
Link for character illustration:
https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1IxOucqi87ss3bmqfO9zI2gYiM1Gy8Hz2