413. Temptingly Juicy
While the neighborhood where the school is located can’t compare to the city center’s hustle and bustle, it does have one advantage.
The city management isn’t as strict.
In a lively area like this, it’s common to see street vendors setting up shop, although they occasionally get chased away by city management.
On his first day setting up a stall, Wen Yang casually brought a few random items to sell.
However, when he arrived at the night market all set up, he was met with a startling sight—the bustling market stalls were now deserted, only a handful of pedestrians meandering about.
Did he just happen to catch city management on a crackdown?
Wen Yang, scratching his head and pulling his luggage along, strolled through the night market, eventually spotting a small cart selling marinated snacks tucked away in a corner.
City management must have just come through.
With the way the snack vendor was eyeing the surroundings like a deer in headlights, ready to take off at any moment, Wen Yang was convinced of that.
After wandering around, he stopped at the entrance of a rather lively residential community, opened his luggage, spread out a plastic sheet on the ground, and displayed his newly acquired goods.
Socks, underwear, little toys, small trinkets…
As the night deepened, Wen Yang regretted not bringing a little stool. He crossed his arms and paced back and forth in front of his stall, occasionally calling out to passersby, but the products on the plastic sheet didn’t seem to be selling at all.
His initial enthusiasm had completely evaporated, leaving only a sense of resignation.
Turns out, being a male protagonist doesn’t come with a stall-setting bonus.
Wen Yang almost believed Ning Chu’s ridiculous claims, thinking he’d have some smooth sailing tonight. In the end, even with quite a few girls drawn in by his stall, they only ended up buying a pair of cheap stockings or a hair tie.
After a whole night, he barely made fifty bucks.
Subtracting his costs, his profit was maybe just over ten bucks—not worth it compared to handing out flyers.
“Slow and steady, I guess. I’ll carve out some time each day to set up, at least I’ll sell these things eventually.”
With a sigh, Wen Yang squatted by the street, eagerly waving at any pedestrians passing by.
……
Meanwhile, inside the rental apartment.
After several hours of fumbling and experimenting, not to mention watching an episode of anime and writing half a chapter of a novel, Ning Chu found herself tied up with cotton ropes. The ropes crisscrossed in front of her, forming diamond shapes that restrained her ample curves and the tops of her thighs, giving her a slight sting that was nowhere near unbearable.
How perverse…
Glancing down at the ropes binding her, she felt her cheeks heat up and dared not look directly at herself.
As time passed and her brain wandered into a flurry of thoughts, the mild discomfort and slight pain gradually transformed into a light sense of pleasure.
Oh no! She was getting excited!
Her face flushed a brighter shade, and alongside the overwhelming sensation of embarrassment, a strong urge to end this little practice session bubbled up inside her.
But here’s the kicker… she accidentally tied herself into a dead knot.
The knot was at her lower back—completely out of sight and rather awkward to reach.
After wrestling with the knot for quite a while, Ning Chu slumped down onto her chair, feeling the tightness of the ropes. Even propping her chin up was uncomfortable.
A thin sheen of sweat covered her, her silk pajamas clinging to her skin and getting all disheveled from the ropes. With her cheeks flushed and breathing a little heavier, she thought,
“Maybe I should just go for it tonight?”
Aunt Flo had just left yesterday; Ning Chu had planned to try the rope tonight and then find a chance to complete the storyline tomorrow.
But now, having tied herself up in a dead knot, she had no choice but to expedite her plan.
She began to contemplate how to tie her own hands.
In the story, her sister was also tied up in pajamas, with her hands bound behind her back, but right now she was all on her own…
The intense embarrassment and thrilling excitement pummeled her brain, turning her already cluttered mind into mush. Her face was flaming hot, making her dizzy, and her thoughts turned sluggish.
Even though she knew this was a bit too perverted for her own good, she still got up and returned to her bed, trying to figure out how to bind her hands with a length of rope.
The tail, which had previously been useless except as a cat toy, was finally put to work, acting like a clumsy third hand.
Following the story’s description, tonight she needed to role-play as the sister bound in turtle shell style, then later untie herself and play the eager younger sister.
Plus, Wen Yang had to cooperate—just like in the story—teasing the bound sister first…
Suddenly, her ears picked up the sound of footsteps in the hallway. While she was piecing together her own plot, her brain momentarily short-circuited.
Uh oh!
Wen Yang, seemingly exhausted, opened the door, dragging his suitcase behind him and complaining, “Setting up a stall isn’t as easy as it seems! I barely made over thirty bucks tonight, and after costs, I only netted twenty or so!”
Before he could even finish, a familiar scent hit him, and almost simultaneously, his body had a reaction.
He looked up to see Ning Chu, the flushed “duck” perched at the edge of the bed, bound tightly with cotton ropes forming diamond shapes that hugged her thin pajamas and accentuated her curves.
Her face was blushing pink, and though she looked embarrassed, there was a glimmer of anticipation in her eyes. Strands of hair, damp with sweat, clung to her forehead and cheeks, making her all the more tempting and juicy.
Wen Yang froze for a moment, then recalled the plan Ning Chu had mentioned a few days ago.
Without thinking, he shut the door, preventing anyone from witnessing his alluring little succubus.
All traces of his earlier despondency disappeared in an instant, replaced by a surge of determination.
“What on earth happened here?” Wen Yang asked, a mixture of amusement and excitement in his gaze.
“…”
“Did you tie your hands too?”
Noticing Ning Chu’s hands awkwardly positioned behind her back, he leaned in for a closer look to find her hands wrapped together by her heart-shaped tail, creating the illusion of being bound.
Roughly tied, but hey, it worked…
Ning Chu squirmed slightly and turned her head away, feeling unbearably shy.
Even though she wasn’t exactly an inexperienced young lady anymore—one could even say she was quite seasoned—this kind of playful bondage left her blushing and unable to meet Wen Yang’s eyes.
An overwhelming sense of embarrassment filled her chest, but the thrilling excitement coursing through her body had her trembling slightly.
Why hasn’t he started yet?!
Should I just shout “set, start!”?
Taking a furtive glance, she noticed Wen Yang bending down, rummaging through the nightstand for his “fairy pleasure wand.”
She froze, realizing that the male protagonist in the story did indeed use props on his sister.
But that thing was so powerful that the average woman would struggle to handle it, and as a little succubus, she was no match for it at all!
That’s cheating!
“Wait! Use something else!” she blurted out.
Instinctively wanting to flee, she realized she’d perched on the bed too long, her legs were weak, and as soon as she tried to stand, she pitched forward, landing on the bed with her rear end stuck high up in the air.
This only made it easier for Wen Yang.
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Good morning~
No follow-up.
