Wen Yang felt like his whole body was burning up.
He tugged at his collar, wiped the thin layer of sweat from his forehead, and realized his breathing had beco heavy and labored without him noticing.
Ning Chu, startled, quickly jumped to the side, eyeing him with suspicion.
“I’m gonna head back and take a cold shower. It’s way too hot,” Wen Yang muttered, fanning himself with his hand. Then he turned to look at Ning Chu. “What are you jumping around for?”
“Nothing, hey, I’m calling a ride.”
“What for? It’s not that far.”
Ning Chu glanced down at her app. The nearest ride-hailing car wouldn’t arrive for another ten minutes—longer than it would take to walk ho.
With a sigh, she canceled the ride and pressed her lips together as she glanced at Wen Yang’s flushed face. Her eyes then flicked downward briefly.
Even though Wen Yang was wearing a loose trench coat, the hem was slightly lifted by a subtle… bulge.
“Let’s go,” she said quickly, lowering her head and walking briskly in the direction of the urban village. “I’ll walk you ho, but I’ve gotta head back right after. My mom won’t let stay out overnight.”
Wen Yang hurried to catch up, muttering in confusion, “Ugh… Why is it so damn hot…”
“Maybe you drank too much?”
“Can’t be, I only had a few drinks in total. I’m not that much of a lightweight.”
“I told you not to drink in the first place.”
“Hm? Why are you avoiding ?”
He started noticing that no matter how he tried to match Ning Chu’s pace, she would speed up whenever he got too close.
She was practically jogging now.
“I’m just in a rush to get back,” she said stiffly, keeping a wary eye on Wen Yang while scanning the surroundings—just in case another girl tried to swoop in.
Tonight, Wen Yang belonged to the cup. No one else was allowed to steal him!
“Ning Chu… I don’t feel right.”
Suddenly, Wen Yang grabbed her wrist. She turned around in alarm and saw that in just a few minutes, he had beco completely flushed, his breathing ragged, and his eyes burning with desire—as if he were about to devour her on the spot.
That look alone made her heart skip a beat in fear.
She glanced down—and what she saw made her face go even paler.
Oh hell no! He looked even scarier than usual!
“G-Go wash your face! Go to the bathroom!” she stamred, pointing hastily at the public restroom nearby.
It was a small blue prefab shack, barely a few square ters, with two tightly enclosed stalls inside.
Wen Yang swallowed hard and forced himself to look away from her lovely face. At least he still had a shred of sanity left.
“Okay… wait for here.”
As she watched him enter the restroom, Ning Chu finally let out a breath of relief. She paced nervously outside, then went to a nearby kiosk and bought a bottle of cold water.
A terrifying thought crossed her mind…
What if… he can’t even make it back to the apartnt before he loses control and devours her right here?
This plotline wasn’t supposed to include an outdoor scene!
“Ning Chu.”
“What is it?” she called, jogging over.
The stall door cracked open slightly. She reached forward to hand him the cold water. “Here, I just bought this. Wash your face. Try to calm down.”
But before she could react, her wrist was suddenly grabbed—and she was yanked into the stall.
No way—
Her mind went completely blank.
When she ca to her senses, she was already pressed into Wen Yang’s arms, his heavy, animalistic breathing thudding against her ear.
“This is too much… help ,” he muttered.
Ning Chu froze, eyes wide with fear, shrinking back as she stared at the bathroom door. She could faintly hear the hum of traffic from the street outside.
“Not here… soone could see us,” she muttered.
“Just once,” he insisted.
Her face burned scarlet. She turned her head away, her body trembling with tension.
She began to give him a handjob and soon enough, white goo splashed into her palm.
Her hand technique just kept getting better and better.
Maybe it was the drug—whatever was in him had clearly dulled his usual control. Wen Yang wasn’t as sharp as he normally was.
Ning Chu gulped, cheeks flaming, and went to wash her hands, staring down at the sink.
“Whew.” Wen Yang let out a shaky breath, then imdiately regretted it. “What the hell is wrong with ?”
He’d never been this impulsive even when he was alone with a succubus.
“Can we do it again?” he asked.
Ning Chu’s shoulders trembled. She bolted out of the stall like she was fleeing.
Again?! If this kept going, who knew what ridiculous, over-the-top adult scene would play out next!
She glanced around instinctively. Fortunately, whoever had been passing earlier hadn’t stuck around—otherwise, Wen Yang’s heavy breathing might’ve drawn attention.
After waiting outside for a bit, Wen Yang awkwardly stepped out of the restroom. His brow was furrowed in discomfort; he was trying hard to keep his mind clear, but even after what had already happened with Ning Chu’s help, the pressure building low in his abdon felt like a gas tank about to explode.
“Ning Chu?”
“Maybe soone slipped sothing into the food at the dinner,” Ning Chu offered, feigning speculation. “I told you—the outside world is full of bad won.”
Wen Yang, too hot and restless, had taken off his coat and tied it around his waist to hide what was happening to his body.
“Hold on. Once you get ho, you can do whatever you want.”
“...”
He stared at her blankly. His head was already stuffed full with lewd, adult thoughts involving the little succubus.
Whatever I want to do, huh…
Ning Chu’s already-red face flared even deeper—she corrected him sharply, suppressing her embarrassnt. “What are you thinking?! I ant you can do whatever you want with the onahole I bought you this afternoon. That cup!”
“Oh.” Wen Yang moved his gaze away, disappointnt flickering across his features. “It still hurts…”
“Just hold on. Didn’t I help you out already?”
“Why don’t you stay over tonight? I promise I won’t touch a single hair on you.”
“No way!”
Who would believe that?
The veins around Wen Yang’s eyes had darkened; even from a few ters away, Ning Chu could hear his breathing. His gaze burned like a starving wolf—intense, almost tangible, fixed on her chest and hips.
Seeing the fragile, crumbling remnants of his rationality, Ning Chu panicked even more.
Luckily, the rental apartnt was right in front of them.
When they reached the building, she exhaled a long, shaky breath and turned to him. “I’m not coming up with you.”
But Wen Yang grabbed her arm and dragged her toward the stairs.
“Hey! No! I still have to go ho! My mom said I can’t stay out overnight!”
“Wen Yang! Wen Yang!”
She tried to pull away in a panic, but his grip was iron-strong—rougher than ever before—and she stumbled forward, dragged closer and closer to the apartnt entrance.
If he actually gets her inside, then tomorrow she’s going to beco that character in the story—the one with the ahegao face and the waterlon-like belly…
After all this ti being together, she had already prepared herself to have man-woman bed activity with Wen Yang.
But for the first ti being this intense? Who could take that?
“Wen Yang! I’m mad, okay?”
“I’m seriously going to get angry!”
She bit down hard on the back of his hand.
The sudden pain snapped Wen Yang’s head around. The look in his girlfriend’s eyes—guarded, terrified, and furious—pierced him like a blade.
Guilt hit him like a wave. His mind cleared almost instantly.
He frantically let go of her arm.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
Ning Chu took a step back, rubbing her wrist where it had been grabbed. She forced her breathing steady and, calming herself, said, “You should go ho first. Do you have the early shift tomorrow? I’ll co find you in the morning.”
“S-sorry…”
Why did I ever write sothing this ridiculous?
Hearing him apologize over and over, Ning Chu almost wanted to smack herself.
Her past activity was simply hunting both others and herself.
What a ss.
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