342. The Grasping
Black Bean has always been quite the wild eater.
She’s got a huge iron bowl typically used for soup, and right now, most of her face is buried in it. For quite some time, she hasn’t looked up, just making sounds as the spoon clinks against the bowl. While munching away, her throat emits happy gurgles reminiscent of an engine revving up.
If only she could act a bit more ladylike when dining out.
Mother emerges from the room, her face adorned with a touch of makeup, cleverly masking a few wrinkles and skin blemishes. With a pretty face and a curvy figure, she appears to be in her early thirties, radiating mature charm like a captivating young woman.
“We’ll be out for a bit, probably back around ten.”
Mother strides to the front door, picking up a chic little white handbag. Uncle, having just finished his meal, hurriedly rises to meet her, still sporting a napkin.
“Ning Chu, take care of… never mind, just lock the door before you leave; don’t let Ning Xin wander off.”
Just two days in, and the bar for Ning Chu is set lower and lower.
“Oh~”
“Mom! Where are you two going?” Black Bean finally lifts her head, licking her lips, eyes sparkling as she gazes at the door. “Going shopping? I wanna go too!”
“Just some errands. We’ll bring you back some snacks.”
“Yay!”
“Go have fun; when I get back, it’ll be time for bed.”
Black Bean, clutching her plump little belly, slumps onto her chair, swinging her legs as she mutters, “So full, can’t move…”
With a smile, Mother glances back at Uncle, and they both head out the door.
Ning Chu is still slowly eating, having anticipated this would happen tonight.
But it’s only just after six, four hours to go…
They must be heading to the mall to shop and catch a movie, right? Otherwise, that would be terrifying.
She glances up at Wen Yang, then quickly looks down, feeling like she just touched a live wire.
No, no! Must hold back!
How can they be mischief-makers every day? It’s not due to being “inspired” by the Succubus mechanisms or plot punishments; she’s not that desperate!
Besides, there’s no protection, and the oversized ones she ordered online haven’t arrived yet.
Though she might be at an all-time low, she still can’t wrap her head around the idea of getting pregnant and having a child!
Best to at least wait until after graduation, right?
She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her brain swarming with, let’s say, less-than-savory thoughts. Standing up, she stretches and decides to head back to her room to play games and distract herself.
“Black Bean, I need to step out with your sister for a bit.”
Ning Chu’s steps hesitate but she doesn’t interrupt Wen Yang, crimson-faced as she trudges towards her bedroom.
This isn’t her fault; it’s clearly Wen Yang getting all flirty!
“Huh? You guys are going out too?”
Black Bean sounds a bit pitiful, causing Wen Yang to feel a pinch of sympathy: “When your sister gets back, I’ll bring you a late-night snack, okay?”
“Alright, I guess…” She droops her head in disappointment, but her tail stands up excitedly, wiggling at the tip.
Wen Yang glances at Black Bean’s expressive tail, and all guilt and sympathy evaporate.
That cat would love to stay at home, and her whining is just a ploy for a few extra snacks.
“Ning Chu? Out the door.”
Ning Chu has just reached her bedroom door when she stops, wrestling internally.
On one hand, the thrill of temptation; on the other, a fear of becoming a cheeky, unmanageable main character with shame…
“I’m worried Black Bean might be home alone.”
“Last time no one was home, she pulled an all-nighter. When my mom came back the next day, she hadn’t slept. She was furious, and I got in trouble too.”
Wen Yang turns to look at Black Bean, who quickly catches on and chirps, “Sister! I promise I’ll be super good this time at home!”
“And Mom will be back around ten to tell me to sleep.”
The feeble resistance crumbles immediately, and Ning Chu whirls around, dashing to the door: “Then let’s go!”
“…”
Seeing Little Succubus hold back for only a minute before bursting with eagerness makes Wen Yang at a loss for words.
He strolls leisurely behind Ning Chu and reminds her, “You forgot your phone.”
“I forgot! Wait for me!”
…
“Last time, we were too loud and got reported… and my mom found out.”
Sitting at Wen Yang’s rental apartment, Ning Chu is filled with anxiety, frowning. “And we don’t even have protection; taking pills isn’t good for your health.”
While they got reported last time, a soundproof hotel is probably out of Ning Chu’s budget.
Her cheeks have taken on a rosy hue. Just earlier, she impulsively dragged Wen Yang out, but now that they’re at the rental, she’s feeling sobered up a bit.
“Then… can you try to be quiet?”
“……”
Ning Chu thinks that’s highly unlikely.
Especially when panic creeps in, making it hard for her to hold back her pleads for mercy.
With Wen Yang’s scorching gaze fixated on her, the blush on her face spreads to her neck and ears. Head down, she fiddles with her nails, murmuring, “No way, if we get reported again, I’ll lose all my dignity!”
“If it gets reported to my mom, that’d be one thing… but if my grandparents find out…”
Then she’d have to reinvent herself!
But Grandma’s a Succubus too; she should understand, right?
Wen Yang scratches his head in frustration. As a man who’s just tasted this, he would happily stay in bed with Ning Chu all day long.
His gaze sweeps around the room, and he picks up a pillow, suggesting, “How about you bite the pillow?”
“Gross.”
“Then should we head downstairs and buy a gag ball?”
“Pervert!”
Ning Chu instinctively and strongly refuses.
“Guess that’s out.” Wen Yang, not wanting to push it, settles down, saying, “Let’s just play games together; I have a late shift tomorrow, so I can sleep in a bit.”
“Sure.”
Ning Chu brings over her laptop, originally meant for writing, but gaming clearly holds more allure right now.
With no late-night snack, they play until just past ten, when she starts to feel tired and drowsy.
After a quick shower and changing into her pajamas, she flops onto the bed, filled with relief.
First time! She resisted the urge for pleasure!
A hand rests on her waist, causing her to flinch slightly as she instinctively swats Wen Yang’s hand away.
“Don’t touch me, I’m going to sleep.”
“Just holding you.”
Eyes shut tight, Ning Chu feels that persistent hand tighten around her waist. Moments later, through her pajamas, she senses warmth pressing against her back: “Don’t get so close.”
The familiar scent and warmth make her limbs go soft. Wrapped in his arms, a strong sense of security quickly lowers her defenses.
“Hey, don’t move around; I’m tired.”
“……”
In no time, her skin is flushed, tinted a soft peach shade, and Ning Chu can barely handle Wen Yang’s antics, her voice becoming inadvertently sultry.
“Wen Yang~”
Seeing her eyes sparkling like hearts, Wen Yang chuckles to himself, gently twisting his waist. He leans over onto the bed, slightly coyly lifting his backside.
Little Succubus really is quite easy to handle.
