47. An Even More Dangerous Situation
The book stated that a succubus restraining their body’s urges repeatedly can lead to a complete breakdown of reason.
Previously, Ning Chu had held onto a glimmer of luck, but today, she experienced it firsthand…
Recalling how she’d just been actively flirting with Wen Yang, her temples throbbed. She couldn’t believe she’d acted so… shamelessly.
No wonder Lily loves playing with toys—it’s terrifying when things slip out of control!
If it had been someone other than Wen Yang next to her, she feared she’d have been dealt with right then and there.
She nervously stole a glance at Wen Yang, and her pale face flushed a bright red in panic.
That’s it—her image in Wen Yang’s mind was thoroughly ruined…
She didn’t blame him, though. If he were still a man, even facing a little enchantress might have broken him.
At least she only shared a brief kiss, which was enough to scare her back to her senses.
This time she didn’t get to vent her urges, but if it happened again in a public place, she feared she might just throw herself at the next man she saw.
Then she wouldn’t be able to show her face at school anymore.
If this happened at a different time and place, if she were punished in the dorm’s bathroom, the plot surrounding her would have already unfolded…
The thought sent a chill down her spine.
The two stood in silence in the bathroom until a hurried knocking broke the stillness from outside.
“Who locked the door?!”
“Men’s toilet is leaking, under maintenance—go to another one.” Wen Yang shouted outside, then quickly lowered his head, unable to face Ning Chu.
His lips still seemed to carry the tempting softness from before, leaving him wistfully recalling it.
“Sorry…” He felt that as a man, he had to take responsibility, stammering, “I—I was too impulsive.”
“……”
Ning Chu froze for a moment, unable to lift her head. Her voice was thin as a mosquito’s buzz: “It’s fine.”
Staring at the dark spread on the floor, her face burned, and she bit her lip, pulling off her coat and tying it around her waist.
“I’ll head back to the dorm first; you should go say hi to Xinya.”
She opened the locked door and stepped out, but stumbled against the wall after a few steps.
Her legs were still weak…
Wen Yang instinctively stepped forward to support her, but hesitated and stopped after just one step.
“Do you need me to help you?”
“Don’t. Just go to the cafeteria.”
Ning Chu leaned against the wall as she walked out of the public bathroom, her legs gradually regaining strength.
She looked at the busy path outside and thought about the absurd things she had just done, feeling dizzy.
This really is like “Little Emperor Wen!”
She could only be thankful that two months of tutoring had made Wen Yang drift further away from the male protagonist in the book and develop a special fondness for her; otherwise, she’d probably be fighting him right now.
Ah, the dangers of public indecency…
Her steps toward the dormitory quickened.
What she thought was the most dangerous moment with Wen Yang had turned into a relatively safe encounter—at least today, her reckless flirting had only led Wen Yang to impulsively kiss her.
What was going on…? Logically, she should feel disgusted after being kissed by a man, yet all she felt was relief.
Her standards were slipping lower and lower.
A brief flash of that kiss lingered in her mind, making her shiver involuntarily.
As she pushed open the dormitory door, Ning Chu immediately spotted Zhang Shaoqing munching on an ice cream.
Her face flushed red immediately, and feeling guilty, she headed straight for the bathroom.
“Back so soon?” Zhang Shaoqing glanced over, curious. “Weren’t you supposed to have acute gastroenteritis? You looked like you could hardly walk.”
“Just needed to use the restroom.”
“Where’s Wen Yang?”
“Right behind.”
She deflected Zhang Shaoqing’s confusion and quickly jogged to the wardrobe. “I’m going to take a shower.”
The dampness clung to her skin and made her pants stick uncomfortably as she walked.
Wang Jie chimed in, “Why’s your face so red? Did you go to the medical room?”
“No need, it doesn’t hurt that much anymore.”
“I have some medicine for diarrhea…”
“I’ll take it later.”
Mustering her courage, Ning Chu successfully threw the two off and grabbed a change of clothes before rushing into the bathroom.
In the small, confined space where she could see every corner at a glance, she felt a bit safer.
She reluctantly stripped down, turned on the warm water, and exhaled deeply: “Next time, it’s bound to get even more out of control.”
“Or it might not even reach another time…”
Repeated suppression had made her body increasingly sensitive; even the touch of water running across her skin made her quiver.
The fire simmering in her lower abdomen had not been completely extinguished—it flickered like sparks, ready to burst into flames again at any moment.
Just like in the plot where the protagonist teased Lily, all she needed now was for a man to tease her just a little, and she’d probably fall right back into a terrible state.
“This can’t keep going on.”
After the sports meeting, the female side characters flocking to Wen Yang would definitely be more numerous than before.
Tomorrow, or even tonight, she might find herself punished again for ruining the plot.
“On Friday, I’ll pin Wen Yang down in the dorm; he can’t leave!”
“When the weekend rolls around, Zhang Shaoqing and Wang Jie will be off having fun, and Wen Yang has to do home tutoring…”
Maybe I could sneak in a little release in the dorm?
With these mischievous thoughts, a stirring in her lower abdomen began to rise.
Ning Chu quickly adjusted the water temperature to its lowest, extinguishing the rekindled spark.
Not daring to think any more strange thoughts, she dried herself off with a towel, changed into clean clothes, and stepped out of the bathroom.
Wen Yang had already returned, looking worried as he searched for something online.
“Shaoqing, Wang Jie, I’m not going to the script killing this weekend.” Ning Chu slumped at the computer, resting her chin in her hand with a sigh.
“Ah? We had planned that since Monday—now you’re saying you’re not going?”
“I’m just not in a good mood; I want to laze around in the dorm all weekend.”
Zhang Shaoqing scoffed, “You’re always in a bad mood, sulking around like a gloomy cloud. I think you’re just cooped up in the dorm too long.”
“True,” Wang Jie nodded. “Getting out for a bit wouldn’t be bad.”
“Forget it. Next week—next week I’ll definitely join you guys.”
“Next week, you’ll probably find another excuse.”
“Next time for sure!”
While Ning Chu was dismissing Zhang Shaoqing’s banter, she suddenly noticed Wen Yang’s gaze drifting toward her abdomen.
Oh no, did this guy figure something out…?
After all that… If he knew, it might actually be better. Given Wen Yang’s personality, he wouldn’t try to use a succubus’s abilities to tease her; otherwise, she’d have already been completely taken by him.
Not to mention, the pattern on her abdomen was developing into a classic heart shape, extending outward in all directions.
Previously, the pattern had only been in the lower triangle of her abdomen, but it seemed like it would soon spread to her belly and beyond…
Now, it was only taking shape, but it still had a ways to go before fully developed.
She wondered what her tattoo would look like.
Sighing, she rested her head on the table.
Things were getting increasingly intense…
