After grabbing a casual lunch at a street-side eatery, Wen Yang aimlessly wandered around the area near their rented apartment.
This was an urban village, where some alleys were so narrow that one had to turn sideways just to squeeze through. Even the main roads were only wide enough for two cars, but with vendors lining both sides, vehicles could barely crawl through—walking was often faster than driving.
He mentally mapped out the locations of the nearby convenience stores and restaurants, noted the two bus stops outside the urban village, and then walked along the main road, keeping an eye out for any storefronts with "Now Hiring" signs.
Wen Yang wasn’t picky about jobs—he could handle physical labor or service work. Unfortunately, he was new to the city and didn’t even have an electric scooter. Otherwise, food delivery would’ve been a great option.
Even though this was the provincial capital, wages here weren’t particularly high. A regular waiter barely made over 3,000 yuan a month. He glanced at the job apps on his phone—positions offering more than 10k were extremely rare. Then he looked at the real estate ads: each one started at 20k–30k a month.
His chest grew heavier with worry.
He didn’t have any elder relatives to fall back on. Everything was on his shoulders. If he ever wanted to buy a house, it would take at least a decade—maybe several.
How could he ever dream of marrying Ning Chu?
Maybe it was the influence of growing up with no stability, but Wen Yang had always been someone who thought long-term. And ever since her mother had shown clear disapproval, the pressure he placed on himself only deepened.
His thoughts were tangled and heavy... until a vibration from his phone jolted him out of his haze.He glanced down and saw a message from the little succubus:
“Wen Yang, forget job hunting. Come back to the apartment. It’s urgent.”
No emojis or anything, but even through plain text, Wen Yang could feel Ning Chu’s urgency.
“What happened? Did you fight with your family?”
Wen Yang was stunned.
That can’t be right—it hasn’t even been two hours!
His anxiety rose immediately. He didn’t bother speculating further and turned around to run straight back to the apartment. As he dashed, he sent another message:
“What happened? Are you okay?”
“You’ll see. I’m taking a cab to meet you.”
Crap. Something really serious must’ve happened!
She wouldn’t say what it was, and she was rushing to him by taxi? This had to be major. He pictured her showing up in tears the moment they met.
He hadn’t realized just how far he’d wandered during his aimless job search. It took him a full twenty minutes of sprinting to get back downstairs.
Panting at the stairwell, he dashed upward, taking the steps two at a time. As soon as he reached the narrow hallway, he spotted a small figure standing at the far end.
Under the dim hallway lights, he could clearly see Ning Chu pacing anxiously.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, hurrying over.
She blinked, turned, and gave him a glare:
“You’re so slow.”
“I ran the whole way back. You’re just too fast.”
“I took a cab.”
It was the middle of winter, and yet Wen Yang was drenched in sweat from the run. He fumbled for his keys, opened the apartment door, and took a closer look at Ning Chu’s expression.
Her cheeks were red from the cold, but there was no trace of anger or frustration between her brows. It didn’t look like she’d fought with her family.
Instead... the corners of her eyes held the faintest trace of something else—an almost imperceptible hint of pink.
As soon as they entered the apartment, Ning Chu eagerly slammed the door shut, plopped down on the edge of the bed, and immediately found herself in an awkward situation.
When her heat had just started, she had felt feverish and overwhelmed by lewd thoughts, making it impossible to control her actions.
But now that she has calmed down...
"What's so urgent?" Wen Yang stood before her, his expression tense.
"Nothing much." Ning Chu's face flushed crimson. She lowered her head guiltily, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. "Um... I just... missed you."
She couldn't bring herself to say it!
When she wasn't under the influence, she was a very reserved succubus!
Most of their previous encounters had been initiated by Wen Yang.
Seeing her embarrassed expression, Wen Yang turned toward the bathroom, both amused and helpless. "Are you sure you're okay? I'll go take a shower first. I'm all sweaty."
"Mm-hmm, go ahead."
"Tell me if anything's wrong. Don't keep it from me."
"Mm-hmm~ I know."
Ning Chu watched Wen Yang enter the bathroom, the sound of rushing water filling the air. Only then did she exhale in relief. She slipped off her shoes, sat cross-legged at the head of the bed, and gently patted her flushed cheeks.
"That was too impulsive!" she muttered to herself.
"This time it's probably just normal succubus physiology, not because of the plot..."
Aside from the extra heat caused by plot-related punishments, her succubus nature meant she went into heat every three days or so, much to her frustration.
If Wen Yang weren't so honest, she would have given herself away long ago.
As she listened to the shower running, images of Wen Yang bathing naturally surfaced in her mind—his muscular physique, rough fingers, and that... that man-thing that only a hentai protagonist would have. Her breathing grew heavy without her realizing it.
Oh no, oh no, I'm really falling into female degeneracy!
She struggled to clear her head, but the air still carried a faint scent of sweat—not unpleasant, yet it gradually made her cheeks burn.
With each breath, she inhaled the potent scent of hormones. The lingering aftereffects of her previous heat still lingered in her lower abdomen, and the mere whiff of male hormones was enough to send her succubus body into overdrive.
It's okay, giving birth is the true sign of female degradation. I'm nowhere near that yet!
The bathroom door swung open.
Wen Yang stood there in loose shorts, his wheat-toned skin still glistening with water. His broad shoulders and muscular arms framed a powerful chest, radiating a reassuring sense of strength. Yet his waist was slender, his abdomen sculpted with six-pack abs, and the V-shaped lines of his obliques were clearly defined.
These sights made Ning Chu's waist feel weak.
Her gaze involuntarily drifted downward, then snapped back up in alarm.
Though she had seen it countless times before, and even experienced it countless times in her dreams, she still feared Wen Yang's weapon.
With her petite frame, she'd probably end up like a shish kebab!
"What's wrong? Your message scared me half to death."
Wen Yang sat beside her, startling her so badly she scrambled away, scooting her chair back.
"Are you horny?"
"What horny? Pervert! Pfft! Do you think I'm that kind of girl?!"
Ning Chu's cheeks flushed even deeper at his blunt teasing, turning a peach-like hue. She glanced guiltily at his lean, tall frame and unconsciously tightened her legs.
Seeing her reaction, Wen Yang finally understood.
"You used to be so innocent! So well-behaved and obedient!"
Hearing Ning Chu's accusation, he paused to consider before replying, "I only become a perverted rogue with girls I like. I'm not interested in other women."
"Tch~ I don't believe you!"
"I'm still well-behaved now," Wen Yang insisted, his tone righteous. "If you have any requests, just tell me. I'll help you with anything."
"Just tell you..."
"Mm-hmm."
Ning Chu turned her head away, staring at the mottled wall beside her. She hesitantly reached out and grasped Wen Yang's wrist.
Before, it had mostly been at night, with the lights off… but now…
Her shame swelled in waves, making her head spin slightly.
"If there's nothing else, I'll take a nap."
"You just want to bully me..." Ning Chu took a deep breath, grabbed Wen Yang's hand, and pressed it firmly against her thigh. "H-help me... with this."
"What? Help you with what?"
"You're going too far!"
Ning Chu punched him lightly on the arm.
Wen Yang was stunned at first but quickly smiled and began to do his part as her boyfriend.
Ning Chu got to eat some delicious yogurt that day.
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