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<spantext-decoration:" underline;"=""> leaving now, okay?"
Ning Chu stood uncertainly at the door, reluctant to leave as she saw Wen Yang inside the bathroom, dousing his head with cold water. She hovered outside, peeking in every now and then with growing concern.
"Are you sure you're okay?" she asked anxiously. She wanted to go in and check on him, but also feared things might escalate if she did.
Just moments ago, even though Wen Yang had lost control under the influence, he’d managed to snap back to his senses the moment she bit his hand. The way he kept apologizing, his face full of guilt—it really tugged at her heart.
At the end of the day, it was her script that had caused this. Wen Yang was actually the victim here.
He turned to look at her—his eyes bloodshot and scary red. Only her head was poking in from the hallway, and Wen Yang tried his best to suppress the tension building in his mind.
"I'm fine. Just go home," he said through gritted teeth."You look really pale... and there are veins popping out on your neck..." Ning Chu flinched at the sight, shrinking her head back slightly. Her lips tightened nervously. "The thing I bought for you this afternoon. Maybe try using it?"
"Okay."
"So… I’m really leaving now?" she asked again, still uneasy. "Or should I call 120? You might need to go to the hospital..."
Originally, she'd planned to walk him downstairs and then decisively leave—have the cup take the place of the "kind-hearted girl" from the original plot. But seeing Wen Yang like this, she couldn’t help but worry.
"I'll be fine after a cold shower," came his voice from the bathroom, accompanied by the loud rush of water.
Ning Chu couldn’t see him at all from where she was.
After hesitating a moment, she finally took a step back, closed the door, and left.
Staying here any longer would be way too dangerous… Sure, she knew she’d probably have to give in eventually, but when that time came, it should at least be when both of them were clear-headed and willing.
Not because Wen Yang lost control under the effect of some drug.
She checked the time—it was already 11:30. Slowly but surely, she'd been dragging things out. She wondered if Black Bean had already fallen asleep… or if he was bouncing around the house in the middle of the night, tearing things apart.
BANG!
A loud crash came from inside Wen Yang’s room. Ning Chu jumped and instantly turned back around, pulling out her key and rushing in.
"Wen Yang?!"
She saw him sprawled on the floor in front of the bathroom, trying to use a chair to push himself up.
She hurried over and crouched down, checking him worriedly. "Are you hurt? What happened? Why’d you fall?"
"I slipped… I moved too fast," Wen Yang said weakly, trembling as he stood up. He avoided looking at her. "Just go. Don’t worry about me."
"What do you mean, ‘don’t worry’? I can’t just ignore this!"
"I might… not be able to hold back…"
He didn’t seem hurt, thankfully, just completely soaked. He hadn’t even taken his clothes off before stepping under the cold water, which only made Ning Chu more concerned.
Without another word, she picked up the still-wrapped cup from the desk. “I’ll go wash this for you.”
It should be fine. With Wen Yang's level of self-control—and the help of the cup—he’d probably just use his hands.
There was a faint sweet scent in the air, with a hint of cream. Ning Chu was familiar with this kind of smell; it was something she often ate during late-night snacks or afternoon tea. Without thinking, she swallowed.
She was terribly conflicted. She knew that if she stayed, things would definitely go wrong. But seeing Wen Yang like this, she just couldn’t bring herself to leave him alone.
It should be fine… in hentai world like this, all kinds of sex supposedly feels heavenly…
N–no! If the first time is super rough—there’s a chance it could cripple someone!
Caught between her worry and wild thoughts, Ning Chu washed the cup and gave it a simple disinfection. Then, timidly, she stepped out of the bathroom.
During that time, Wen Yang had changed out of his wet clothes and was now lying on the bed in just a pair of clean shorts. He kept tossing and turning, clearly restless.
“Here, give it a try.”
Ning Chu tossed the cup to him and then quickly ducked back into the bathroom, only poking her head out to peek at him from behind the door.
Oh my god! I can’t watch! I can’t watch!
Ning Chu guiltily reached over and turned off the light, but she still peeked out from the corner of the wall, staring at Wen Yang's silhouette in the dim light.
And then… things got awkward.
"It’s too small."
Wen Yang tossed the cup aside, his breathing growing heavier and more erratic as he looked at her.
“I can’t take it. Can you… help me?”
“……”
What do you mean too small?! I bought the biggest size they had! Damn it, as expected of the hentai protagonist…
There was a brief, awkward silence—then Ning Chu stepped out of the bathroom.
That rich, sweet scent in the air... she hadn't even noticed how much it was affecting her. Her body had already started to react, her mind growing sluggish and fuzzy.
“Alright, but you’re not allowed to touch me. You can’t force me, okay?”
Even if deep down she knew how this might still spiral into something like the scripted scene… she couldn’t help but hold on to a tiny bit of hope.
“Okay.”
She followed the scent and crouched down at the foot of the bed. Biting her lip and avoiding his gaze, she got to work, doing her best to stay focused.
Wen Yang let out a long, relieved sigh. As his tense body slowly relaxed, Ning Chu felt a wave of relief too.
That earlier look on his face was terrifying!
Guess technique really does help! Looks like I won’t be sacrificed tonight after all!
But her own body was starting to heat up too. She had to press her legs together, shifting uncomfortably.
This is so messed up...
I really did end up becoming the typical smut novel heroine!
She mumbled through her exhaustion:
“Once we’re done, I really have to go. If I stay overnight, my mom’s totally going to nag me.”
“And I’m worried about Black Bean being home alone too…”
. . . .
“Ughh… I’m so tired~”
Her fingers were practically numb from all the work. Eventually, Wen Yang ordered some late-night food as a thank-you. After a good meal and a short rest, Ning Chu's drained energy finally started to return.
“You really worked hard.” Wen Yang’s flushed face had started to calm, and the veins on his neck weren’t bulging anymore. He looked at her with a sheepish smile. “I lost control earlier… I’m really sorry.”
“Whatever, I’m not that mad…” Ning Chu cut off his apology with a conflicted sigh. “What time is it anyway~?”
“Almost 2 AM.”
“The hell?! It’s this late and you are still this hard!?”
What the hell kind of drug was that?! Why is it still working?!
Wen Yang’s stamina was insane. In their long, drawn-out one-on-one battle, Ning Chu had only managed to coax four cum over the past two hours.
She flopped onto the bed like a rag doll.
“I’m done. I feel awful.”
“Can you hang in there a bit longer?” Wen Yang asked, trying to sound as sweet as possible.
“No way. I can’t take it anymore. I’m so sleepy…”
This isn’t how it was supposed to go!
Wasn’t tonight supposed to be Wen Yang and the cup?!
But the thing turned out to be completely useless—it didn’t even get used once! And it was stupidly expensive too!
The air in the room shifted again, his breathing starting to grow heavy once more. The short break had helped, but the effects of the drug were clearly far from over.
Ning Chu glanced at his tall, muscular silhouette. She turned over, flopped on her stomach, legs squeezed together tightly, and gave her hips a little wiggle.
“……”
A moment later, Wen Yang stirred. Her body tensed in anticipation—but instead of touching her, he walked into the bathroom. Soon, she heard the shower running.
Seriously?! I gave you that much of a hint, and you just—
You're really not going to touch me at all?!
Don’t you know a succubus has their own pride?!
Wen Yang came out with a towel wrapped around him, drying his body. He sat down beside her, visibly restraining himself, not even daring to look at the little succubus lying next to him.
The atmosphere was painfully awkward.
Ning Chu opened her mouth but didn’t know what to say. Wen Yang kept his eyes shut tight, doing everything he could to resist the urges that were burning through him.
Her cheeks were burning. Her heart was racing. She glanced at the messy bed sheets, the air still thick with masculine scent, constantly clouding her thoughts.
Eventually, she gave in first. She gently poked Wen Yang in the side.
“Um… hey…”
“Don’t touch me,” he rasped. His voice was hoarse and shaky. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop myself.”
“……”
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