The makeup was all laid out neatly on the table.
But Ning Chu’s attention was fixed on the bed.
Specifically, on the two sex toys that looked like they would definitely fit in a hentai doujin… And the one terrifyingly realistic, oversized eldritch tentacle toy that was so intimidating even Lily hadn’t dared to use it.
Her face was blazing red as her eyes flicked nervously away from Wen Yang’s direction.
‘I’m doomed…’
‘My image must be completely ruined now...!’
She snuck a glance at Wen Yang, who was standing silently to the side. Her head dropped lower, face red enough to drip blood. Even her ears and neck were burning hot.
Wen Yang stayed quiet.
Though Ning Chu had her succubus moments when she got excited, she was usually very reserved and even a bit shy.
So... discovering that she had brought these kinds of things home?It felt like a personal insult.
Is she trying to say he’s not enough for her?
If she hadn’t kept turning him down, he would’ve already shown her just how much he had to offer!
But then again... she was a succubus.
So maybe... it was kind of expected?
“Lily was the one who stuffed them into my bag,” Ning Chu mumbled nervously when the silence stretched on. “I didn’t even want them…”
Sure, maybe she had browsed a few items like that in her online shopping cart.
But she was still stuck in the curiosity phase! She hadn’t bought any herself!
Wen Yang rubbed his chin and tilted his head toward her. “Wanna try them out tonight?”
“Absolutely not!!”
What the hell?! That’s basically asking to get double-teamed by him and the toys!!
That was her worst fear!
Wen Yang alone could make her surrender in minutes—add toys into the mix and she might get broken in just seconds!
“Just... put them away, okay?!”
Before Wen Yang could say anything else, she rushed forward like a startled bunny, grabbed the monstrous eldritch dildo, and quickly stuffed it into the bedside drawer.
Her eyes swept across the corner of the drawer—and paused.
Two boxes of... “balloons” her mom had left behind were still there.
Aren’t those way too small...?
She closed the drawer and finally let out a breath. Her racing heartbeat started to calm down. With a sigh, she collapsed onto the sofa.
Her emotions had mostly settled—until she looked up.
Right in front of her, that thing was back—Wen Yang’s little monster, which are even scarier than the toy, stood proudly in her face.
Her nerves shot back to high alert.
“I’m hungry! I haven’t had dinner yet!”
Ning Chu changed the subject as fast as she could.
Wen Yang raised an eyebrow, then smiled. “Alright, I’ll go grab something.”
She exhaled in relief.
Thank goodness he’s not in the mood to go full beast-mode tonight…
Still, there was a weird mixture of dread... and anticipation brewing in her chest.
About thirty minutes later, Wen Yang returned with takeout in hand.
“A new ramen shop opened nearby. I got you beef noodles—give it a try.”
“Okay~”
The blush on her cheeks had finally faded. Although she still felt awkward deep down, Ning Chu tried her best to imitate Lily—calm on the outside, hiding all the chaos inside.
She opened the container and unwrapped her chopsticks, pretending to be casual.
“I’m gonna write tonight. Gotta get some chapters out.”
“What are you even writing? You never let me read it.”
“Just... some sappy romance stuff.” Ning Chu looked away. She never liked letting people she knew read her work. “Nothing worth reading. It’s totally not your thing.”
“Alright, alright.”
Wen Yang didn’t press. He just helped open the rest of the boxes and passed her a pair of disposable chopsticks.
After dinner, Ning Chu sat down in front of her computer.
She hadn’t had time to write for the past couple of days, and her buffer of saved chapters was nearly gone. She needed to catch up tonight.
The novel was doing okay.
Seems like pouring her real emotions into this “autobiographical” story really resonated with readers.
The only downside?
It was such a niche genre, barely anyone saved it compared to other books that launched at the same time.
And more importantly—there was no way
she could ever let her real-life friends read it.“Well, just gotta make it to the launch next month…”
She wasn’t expecting miracles.
As long as her writing could earn her a thousand yuan a month, enough to cover rent and utilities—that was enough.
Wen Yang knew Ning Chu didn’t like to be disturbed when she was writing, so he quietly headed to the bathroom to do some laundry, after all, clothes from the past couple of days had piled up.
The rental apartment didn’t have a washing machine. Heck, it didn’t even have a proper laundry sink.
The best he could do was crouch in the bathroom with two plastic basins and wash the clothes by hand.
“Ning Chu, where’s your underwear?” he called out.
“I’ll wash those myself!” she shot back immediately.
Wen Yang grumbled under his breath.
“What’s there to be shy about...?”
It’s not like he was going to do anything weird with her underwear.
If he really wanted to, he’d just go straight to the source anyway.
Truth be told, he’d gotten too good with his hands lately. His “technique” was practically pro level now.
Yet… his ‘stamina’ seemed to be growing too….
So much so that sometimes he couldn’t even... finish, and would end up frustrated all night.
Maybe he really should see a doctor about that...
. . . . . . . .
It was around 11 PM when Ning Chu finally finished her shower and crawled into bed.
Yawning, she tucked half her face under the blanket and curled up on her side, using Wen Yang’s arm as a pillow—just like always.
Strangely enough, he was behaving himself tonight.
The thought had just crossed her mind... when a large hand slid over her chest.
Ning Chu sighed in defeat.
‘Damn this succubus body…’
Even when her brain wasn’t thinking anything naughty, the pleasure hit her like electricity—her body reacting before her mind could even catch up.
“Pervert,” she muttered softly.
“How is it perverted to touch my own girlfriend?” Wen Yang whispered.
He couldn’t see her face in the dark, but he could feel her soft body tense up ever so slightly under his touch.
He could also hear her barely-audible, muffled little gasps.
He slipped his arm out from under her head—it had been acting as her pillow—and let it join in the action.
‘Gotta keep things balanced. Focusing only on one side can make them lopsided, after all…’
“Wen Yang...” Ning Chu’s voice was soft as water, her legs squeezing tightly under the covers. Her lips parted slightly in frustration—the teasing, indirect stimulation just wasn’t enough.
Then suddenly, he got up.
“What are you doing?” she asked warily, looking up at his shadowy outline in the dark.
He didn’t reply.
Instead, he opened the drawer beside the bed and took something out—she couldn’t see clearly, but she already had a pretty good idea what it was.
No— don’t tell me it’s—
“That toy!” she gasped.
Panic surged through her.
Her body froze—but she didn’t resist.
She shut her eyes tight, both embarrassed and nervous, completely exposed in the dim light.
A cool sensation brushed between her thighs—followed by a sudden buzz.
“Ah—!”
A sharp jolt of unfamiliar pleasure exploded in her brain like lightning.
Her legs clamped together instinctively, her back arching so hard she practically bent into a bridge.
Her head tilted back, her whole body quivering from the overwhelming sensation.
Too much—too fast!
“I-It’s too much! Stop—stop!!” she cried out.
“I can’t take it!”
Seeing how overwhelmed she was, Wen Yang quickly pulled the toy away.
“Didn’t like it?” he asked, a teasing smile in his voice.
Ning Chu collapsed back onto the bed, chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath.
All the strength had drained from her in just a few seconds.
Her mind was completely blank.
So that’s why Lily’s so obsessed with these things…
They really are that powerful...
“I guess I’ll just put it away then?” Wen Yang said casually, already moving to tuck it back into the drawer.
Ning Chu quickly reached out and clutched his arm, her voice so soft it was barely audible.
“M-Maybe... one more try...”
Wen Yang bit back a laugh.
Her lower half is practically drenched, yet she’s still trying to act shy.
Of course he knew how intense that little toy had been—it had clearly shaken her to her core. But still, he couldn’t resist teasing her.
“Didn’t you say you didn’t want it? Alright, guess I’ll toss it out sometime.”
“...”
Ning Chu rolled over and buried her burning face into the pillow, wanting to disappear.
“…Continue,” she whispered.