Being nice just means getting a gun pointed at you, huh?!
Ning Chu felt both embarrassed and furious, her hands involuntarily pressing harder as she massaged. This caused Wen Yang's face to turn pale as he cried out incessantly.
"Ow! Ow! Be gentle!"
She lowered her head and let out a faint, exasperated snort through her nose. "Pervert, aren't you?"
Sure, she knew that her current self was undeniably attractive enough to easily captivate men, but seeing such an obvious reaction still made her feel disgusted.
And a little scared too...
Looking at its size….there's no way even a succubus could handle that, right?!
And all she'd done was massage his ankle!
Letting out a sigh, Ning Chu finally lifted her head again, but the moment she did, she was so startled she quickly looked away.
It's worse than before?!
So that wasn't even the limit earlier?!
Wen Yang had completely given up on making eye contact with Ning Chu. With nothing around to conceal himself, his face flushed crimson as he desperately reached for the blanket on the bed, draping it over his lap. He stammered, unsure of how to explain.
There was no explanation.
He figured it must be because he'd been holding back too long these past two months. And now, after some close physical contact with Ning Chu, even the slightest thought had triggered an uncontrollable reaction.
He'd wanted to find some alone time in the dormitory bathroom, but Ning Chu stuck to him like glue. Aside from tutoring last Saturday, they'd hardly been apart.
The atmosphere in the room grew awkward.
Suppressing her embarrassment and irritation, Ning Chu focused on applying medicine to the scrapes on Wen Yang's knees and calves. Finally, she looked up, her face expressionless but her gaze evasive. "Your hand."
Wen Yang obediently extended his hand.
His palm had the worst injuries—though the wound had already been cleaned, it was still slightly oozing blood.
Holding his hand gently, Ning Chu felt a twinge of pity and applied the medicine with extra care.
It was her first time seeing the "protagonist" in such a sorry state.
The novel hadn't mentioned anything like this. With his protagonist's halo, Wen Yang was supposed to breeze through life without setbacks.
While her mind wandered, Ning Chu suddenly flared her nostrils slightly, sniffing curiously. She looked around in confusion.
There was a faintly sweet scent in the air, something tempting and delicious, stirring up her appetite.
Suddenly, her stomach rumbled with hunger.
Can they even cook inside the teaching building?
She tilted her head, her nose twitching as she searched for the source of the sweet aroma. Her gaze flitted to the doors and windows but found nothing.
Her heart started pounding, its rhythm accelerating. The flush of embarrassment on her cheeks deepened, turning a rosy pink that spread to her ears and neck.
Taking a deep breath, the scent grew even stronger.
Hesitating, Ning Chu turned her eyes toward Wen Yang, following the trail of the scent. Slowly, her gaze lowered to where the blanket covered his lower body.
"..."
She understood. It was the scent of male pheromones!
Her hunger was real, but not for food.
"Pervert!" she blurted out.
"Huh?" Wen Yang froze, looking utterly bewildered. He was just sitting there quietly—he hadn't done anything!
Ning Chu got up and walked to the window, pushing it open before leaning against the sill.
The fresh air from outside diluted the thick scent of male pheromones inside the room, finally calming her body's restless agitation.
This was... a first.
In the past, her restlessness had almost always been triggered by meddling with the storyline, prompting harsh punishment from the world's will. But this time, her body had reacted because of Wen Yang!
Terrifying.
Was this what being a succubus entailed?
Feeling helpless, Ning Chu rubbed her temples before glancing back at Wen Yang. Several minutes had passed, yet the blanket over his lap was still propped up alarmingly high, an unsettling sight to behold.
Noticing her gaze, Wen Yang flushed even deeper, fumbling awkwardly as he tried to explain, "Maybe... I've just been holding it in too long."
"Don't you know how to handle that yourself?"
Her straightforwardness left him completely flustered. Looking at Ning Chu's innocent, delicate face, he couldn't bring himself to say anything remotely explicit.
"The building's mostly empty now," Ning Chu said matter-of-factly, arms crossed over her chest. "If you're feeling better, go to the restroom and take care of it."
She couldn't handle being metaphorically "held at gunpoint" like this—it was far too nerve-wracking!
"Uh..."
Where was her modesty?!
Wen Yang's face burned as a shameless thought suddenly crossed his mind. Completely clouded by his inappropriate imaginings, he blurted out without thinking:
"Can you help me?"
The words were out before he realized what he'd said, and instant regret washed over him like a tidal wave. For the first time, he truly understood what it meant to act before thinking.
But in the recesses of his mind, he was already picturing Ning Chu's soft hands...
"!!!"
What the heck?! This guy really is the protagonist of a R18+ novel—how is he this bold?!
Ning Chu turned to glance at the window. If there hadn't been thick bushes outside, she might have leaped straight out of it to escape.
"I'm waiting outside," she muttered, quickly striding toward the door.
"I was just joking!" Wen Yang tried to cover his embarrassment, his voice dripping with guilt.
What kind of pervert even makes jokes like that?!
Practically fleeing the infirmary, Ning Chu found herself in the empty hallway of the academic building. Leaning against the wall, she clutched her chest, trying to steady her racing heart.
Her face was flushed a deep crimson, and she gave her own cheeks a few hard pats, forcing herself to calm down.
This was bad—Wen Yang's advances were becoming increasingly direct.
First, he'd insisted on holding her hand as a "threat," and now he was outright suggesting things. She couldn't imagine what would come next!
Even worse, her succubus body wasn't cooperating at all. A faint whiff of pheromones, and it was already stirring. If Wen Yang ever truly wanted to act on his impulses, she might not even be able to resist!
Maybe it's time to unleash the supporting female characters' seduction plots.
If they could drain Wen Yang dry... No, wait—this was the protagonist of a Hentai world. Even if he got drained today, he'd be back to full power by tomorrow.
Behind her, the sound of a door opening startled her from her thoughts.
Wen Yang emerged, avoiding her gaze as he leaned against the wall for support. "The doctor said it's nothing serious. The quick treatment helped, and there's no swelling, but I still need to rest."
"Okay."
He hobbled down the hallway, his movements awkward.
Ning Chu hesitated. Watching his clumsy attempts to walk, she eventually sighed and stepped forward to support him.
"..."
The building was empty of students, with only the occasional teacher or staff member passing by.
"Are you sure you don't need to go to the restroom?" she asked.
"N-No, I'm fine..." Wen Yang stammered.
"But you..." Ning Chu sighed, stopping at the restroom door. "Just go in already and deal with it!"
She couldn't keep dealing with this "gunpoint situation"!
"Oh."
Wen Yang obediently shuffled into the men's restroom.
Ning Chu paced over to the sink, splashing cold water on her face before moving to stand near the restroom door, determined to keep watch. She was too worried about being too far away from him.
The sweet scent of pheromones grew stronger. Even from several meters away, it was overwhelming.
Frustrated, Ning Chu moved farther from the door, leaning against the sink as she pulled out her phone to pass the time.
But after thirty minutes... Wen Yang still hadn't come out.
Ning Chu: "???"