Zhang Shaoqing wore a dramatic scowl as he complained non-stop—but his hands were already moving, sweeping and tidying up without delay.
Even though he and Ning Chu usually butted heads and couldn’t go two minutes without teasing or sniping at each other, today he obediently followed her orders. Maybe it was because he also couldn’t stand how filthy the dorm had gotten, or maybe it was because Ning Chu’s nagging felt just like a mom’s—strict and impossible to ignore.
“Damn, you’re even more annoying than my mom,” he grumbled.
“People who obsess over cleanliness have sothing wrong in the head.”
He muttered under his breath, then glanced up at Ning Chu—who was standing in the doorway, shivering from the cold, still covering her nose.
“You seriously gonna stand out there freezing?”
“With how bad it slls in there, I’d rather freeze to death.”
She glared at him, then turned around and tucked her hands into the bottom of Wen Yang’s jacket.
Wen Yang, worried she was cold, unzipped his coat and wrapped it around both her shoulders, holding her close.
Zhang Shaoqing watched the scene like a man watching his dog get run over. The romantic scene made him grind his teeth in frustration.
Damn it! He was the last single guy left in the whole dorm!
His weekends were spent getting dragged to blind dates, and he still hadn’t even seen a cat girl, let alone dated one!
“Shaless,” he muttered bitterly as he dumped the dustpan’s contents into the trash.
anwhile, Wang Jie brought out a basin of water. The basin was filled with stiff, crusty socks—so stiff they could stand on their own. Scowling, he headed to the balcony to wash them.
The nasty foot sll in the dorm? Ninety percent of it was his.
Back when Ning Chu and Wen Yang were still living there, they’d at least nag him into washing the socks regularly. But once the two moved out, Zhang Shaoqing didn’t care enough to intervene—so Wang Jie had just let them pile up. Judging by the sll, those socks had been fernting for at least a week.
After half an hour of scrubbing, sweeping, and airing out the place with the door open, the dorm finally slled... tolerable.
They’d filled four entire trash bags, and the floor was finally visible again.
Only then did Ning Chu finally step inside, still looking disgusted.
“See? Isn’t it nice when it’s clean? Why’d you let it get so gross in the first place...?”
“Well, well, look who’s here to do a surprise inspection.”
Zhang Shaoqing flopped into a chair, crossing his legs with a smug grin.
“Don’t you feel better when things are clean?” she shot back.
He glanced around. Deep down, he kind of agreed... but he still pouted.
“Nope. I like living in a pigsty. It’s cozy.”
“What kind of logic is that...?”
Unbelievable. The guy really had no sha.
Ning Chu rolled her eyes.
Thank god Zhang Shaoqing wasn’t her protagonist. And thank god she hadn’t given him a delinquent or rebel character type—because raising or “redeeming” soone like him would have driven her absolutely insane.
“You’re not my mom, you know? Stop bossing around. You’re so damn annoying!”
“I’m your dad!“
Ning Chu finally let out the secret she’d been holding in all this ti.
As the author of this entire hentai world, claiming a local as her kid wasn’t that weird, right?
Without her, Zhang Shaoqing might not even exist in this parallel world!
“Yeah? Well I’m your grandpa!”
“Oh yeah? I’m your great-grandpa!”
Barely two minutes after walking into the dorm, the two of them were going at it again—like a pair of elentary schoolers in the middle of a playground argunt.
Wen Yang could only pinch the bridge of his nose in resignation.
How do you even stop sothing like this?
That was just how they were. Trying to interfere was pointless.
But halfway through their ridiculous banter, Ning Chu suddenly rembered sothing.
Her face turned bright red. She shot a nervous glance at Wen Yang.
If she really was the author of this story—if she was the “parent” of every character—then didn’t that make Wen Yang her son too?
That’s... so ssed up.
“I’m not going to argue with you anymore...”
Her voice weakened as she turned away, muttering to herself. She pulled open a drawer and started gathering the miscellaneous things she’d left behind.
After being away for so long, coming back to the dorm just felt right.
There was sothing comforting about the familiar atmosphere—it even made Ning Chu feel like she was reconnecting with the fragnted remnants of her old, masculine self. But then she glanced down at the skirt she was wearing and realized…
Yeah, no. It’s just a fleeting illusion.
“Hey, Wen Yang!”
“What?”
Zhang Shaoqing turned around, resting his arm on the back of his chair. “What’s your plan for winter break? Wanna rent a place together and get part-ti jobs?”
“I thought you were crashing at Wang Jie’s?”
“Yeah, for like a month tops. I’m not that shaless.”
Pfft!
“What's so funny, huh?!”
Ning Chu quickly slapped her hands over her mouth, trying to smother the laugh—but the amusent in her eyes gave her away, and her shoulders shook from holding it in.
Not that shaless? Bro, you don’t even have any sha!
Wen Yang looked at the little succubus beside him who’s hiding her laughter with both hands, and smiled softly.
“I’m spending winter break with Ning Chu.”
“At her place?”
“No, we’re renting a place.”
“Perfect!” Zhang Shaoqing slapped the desk. “We’ll split the rent and go work part-ti together. Win-win! If I go ho for the break, my mom’s just gonna nag to death. Deal’s done!”
Honestly, co-renting a place is more cost-effective. You could get a bigger apartnt for the sa price, so it wasn’t a bad idea.
Wen Yang thought about it for a second, then nodded. “Alright.”
Ning Chu was all for her protagonist saving money—and who knows, maybe she could even wring so resources out of the villain’s network while they were at it.
“The New Year’s Eve party at the sports field is starting,” Wang Jie suddenly chid in.
“Already? It’s barely after seven.”
Ning Chu paused, then stood up casually and asked, “You two coming with to watch the show?”
“You guys go ahead. I’ve got to finish this match.”
“I’m in the middle of an event. Nah.”
Despite his recent weekends being spent “donating resources” to his girlfriend, Wang Jie was still, at heart, a hardcore otaku. He had zero interest in the New Year’s Eve event—his eyes never even left his screen.
“You’re gonna get drained dry if you never go outside...”
Ning Chu muttered quietly.
Wen Yang suddenly felt a chill down his spine. He turned to look at Wang Jie’s hollow cheeks and dark under-eye circles... then realized sothing.
His girlfriend is a succubus.
Sure, Ning Chu was still relatively inexperienced—most of their sessions were over in a few minutes. But that was only because she hadn’t “tasted at” yet.
What if, once she got used to things, she leveled up into one of those legendary stamina-draining succubi from all the rumors?
Would he end up like Wang Jie, a drained husk of a man?
He might be strong, yeah—but at the end of the day, he was still just an average young guy.
“What are you thinking about?”
Ning Chu tugged on Wen Yang’s arm. “Let’s go watch the show~”
“Nothing.”
Wen Yang got up like normal, following her out of the room, but quietly asked:
“Should I start going to the gym?”
“Huh? Why? You’ve got a great body. You even have abs.”
“I’m just worried that soday, I won’t be able to keep up with you... like Wang Jie.”
Ning Chu blinked and looked at Wen Yang with a strange expression.
Wait a minute—you’re the protagonist of a hentai doujin! With your stats, who’s gonna overwhelm who, exactly?
The only reason he was worried was because he was still a pure virgin with no real “combat experience.” He didn’t understand his own strength yet.
She thought back to the descriptions of his “battles” from the stories and shivered slightly. Her head shook fast enough to leave afterimages.
“No way! Absolutely not!”
She glared at him like she was ready to throw hands.
“You are not allowed to go to the gym!”
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