Trapped in Paradise (In a Hentai World, as a Trap)-Chapter 291
Don’t ask! Don’t mention it! Just pretend you don’t know!
Ning Chu was screaming internally.
God knows how Wen Yang found her author account, but somehow he did—and he’s been following her updates every single day for the past half month!
Even that tiny bit of manuscript fee she earned—just over two thousand yuan—included his contribution.
Which only made it even more humiliating. She was completely numb from the shame.
Her inner thoughts, everything she poured into her story... Wen Yang knew it all.
There was no way she could focus on writing anymore!
. . . . . . . . . .
When Ning Chu woke up, her mind was still a little foggy. She stared blankly at the wall, feeling the warm pressure against her butt, and let out a long sigh.
She’d gotten used to having a ‘gun’ pointed at her back when she was home.
Such was the fate of a "well-behaved" person~
“I need to make up for yesterday’s missed update,” she mumbled to herself. “And I still have to study. Finals are coming up...”
But now she had no idea how to keep writing her so-called
autobiography
!
Every chapter she wrote was like handing Wen Yang another piece of her mind.
The secrets of her transmigration, the reason she turned into a woman…
All of it could end up in his hands.
Sure, he probably just thinks it’s all part of the story's fantasy setting, but still…
. . . . . . . . . .
Wen Yang was still sound asleep, one hand under her head like a pillow, the other wrapped around her waist. Thanks to him, she didn’t feel the slightest bit of cold during the long winter night.
“Well, he’s already read it...”
As long as Wen Yang acted like nothing was wrong, she could pretend none of it ever happened, too.
Ning Chu gently moved the arm resting on her waist and stretched with a little wiggle.
She’s still groggy.
She’d gone to bed late last night, and her mind had been racing, so she didn’t sleep much.
Normally, even with just four or five hours of sleep, she’d be full of energy the next day.
But today, she couldn’t stop yawning the moment she woke up—already tempted to crawl back under the covers.
Rubbing the corners of her tear-filled eyes, she glanced at the time on her phone, then lazily curled back into Wen Yang’s arms.
“You’re awake?”
Wen Yang stirred from her movement, his voice raspy and drowsy.
“Mm, still sleepy...”
“What time is it?”
“A little after seven...”
“Time to get up and get ready.”
Ning Chu slumped against his arm, eyes half-open and lifeless, yawning:
“Can’t...”
Her eyelids grew heavier again. Without realizing it, she almost drifted back to sleep, but snapped her eyes open with a start, afraid she’d actually doze off again.
She had to catch the bus by 7:30—there wasn’t much time left for dawdling.
But the cold air outside and the warm blanket around her felt like two iron chains, pinning her sleep-deprived body firmly to the bed.
“I’m getting up to wash up. You better hurry.”
Wen Yang slipped his arm out from under her head and sat up, shaking out his numb hand.
He looked down at the small succubus lying curled up on the bed and casually asked:
“Hey, about that thing you wrote in your book...”
“Don’t bring that up!! I just made it up, okay?! It’s just a novel!!”
Seeing the little succubus suddenly snap awake and shriek in panic, he couldn’t help but laugh.
“If you’re awake, go wash your face—you’re gonna be late.”
“Okay... but I’m so tired. I haven’t been sleeping well.”
“Then how about we do something to wake you up?”
Wen Yang gave her a hopeful look.
The thin silk nightgown she wore clearly outlined the rising curves of her chest—even the tips of her breast were visibly poking up.
“Nope. Still tired.”
As expected, she shot him down.
He didn’t push it, just got up and shuffled to the bathroom in his slippers.
Ning Chu stayed in bed, staring wearily at the ceiling.
This wasn’t right!
She used to pull all-nighters and still feel perfectly fine the next day!
She slept six and a half hours last night!
Why was she still
this
tired?
Was she getting old or something? Running out of energy?
Her sleep-deprived brain quickly descended into chaos, flooded with random nonsense.
One moment, she was thinking about what to write for today’s chapter.
The next, she was panicking over how to handle things if Wen Yang found out she was a transmigrator.
Then, a
really
weird thought popped into her head:
Could it be that I’m feeling so sluggish because we didn’t “do it” last night...?
Ning Chu jolted fully awake.
Wait—seriously?! That might actually be it!
Looking back, most of her late nights involved her lying in bed on her phone… while Wen Yang was
playing
with her. Somehow, it would always lead deep into the night.
And on nights when it was just...
manual labor
, she’d be totally drained the next day—head down, napping in class.
But when she had a
full meal
, she always felt energized the next day.
Since she’s a succubus, this actually made sense!
It even explained why she’d be completely wiped out after a single...
flood
, while other succubi could go all night like machines.
Turns out, it’s because they were recharging through battle!
Ning Chu hesitated.
So, if she wanted to feel alert and focused today… should she... drink some
‘milk’?
“You’re still not up?”
Wen Yang was already done washing up and had changed into clean clothes as he walked out of the bathroom.
He glanced toward the bed and saw Ning Chu still dazed, sitting there like a lost kitten.
The corners of her eyes were tinged red, and her cheeks were flushed.
God knows what kind of pervy thoughts were swirling around that little succubus’s head.
Unfortunately, there wasn’t enough time left.
“It’s almost 7:30,” Wen Yang said, putting on his jacket. “You know, your ‘autobiography’ reads like it’s totally real—”
“Shut up!!”
Ning Chu suddenly jumped to her feet.
“I’m up! I’m up! Stop talking already!”
She scrambled out of bed barefoot and ran straight into the bathroom.
She splashed cold water on her face and rubbed her cheeks hard with a towel.
Only then did she feel a bit more awake.
Turning to glare at Wen Yang, she growled, “Don’t you
ever
bring that up again! Nothing happened! Got it?!”
Wen Yang had no intention of letting such a juicy secret go that easily.
He smiled like a cunning old fox.
“I mean... sure, if you insist~”
He stared at her without blinking.
Ning Chu, flustered, glanced away and brushed her teeth quickly.
This shameless perv clearly wanted her to
do something
.
And... honestly, she
is
curious if some breakfast “milk” could really wake her up—
No! Absolutely not!
If this went on, she’d basically be no different from some hentai heroine!
She would be just like a
real
succubus!
Wen Yang stood just outside the bathroom, watching Ning Chu wage an intense mental battle with herself.
Her delicate face was already flushed from embarrassment, her eyes bashfully lowered in a way that made people want to tease her more.
He turned away and took her school uniform from the wardrobe, handing it to her.
“You really didn’t hold anything back in that story. You wrote
everything
in there.”
The wave of shame hit her like a truck again.
“Stop talking, please just stop...”
Her chest felt like it was about to explode from the embarrassment.
With a burst of desperation, Ning Chu yanked him into the bathroom and slammed the door.
“If I’m late, it’s not my fault!”
“Huh? You could just... save it for tonight—”
Wen Yang barely had time to react.
Ning Chu had already unfastened his belt.
Her face, bright pink from head to toe, was filled with shame.
However, Ning Chu still lowered her head with determination and started to give little Wen Yang some attention.
This is nothing but a quick experiment, to see if some breakfast “milk” really
did
boost a succubus’s energy. That's all!
Chapter 291
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