Trapped in Paradise (In a Hentai World, as a Trap)-Chapter 302
Early in the morning, Ning Chu woke up feeling surprisingly refreshed.
It was only six a.m., the room still dark. She stretched lazily and sat up.
A small shiver ran through her body, wiping out the last bit of sleepiness.
As expected, even though she only managed around five hours of sleep after her “late-night snack,” she still felt full of energy. No signs of exhaustion or grogginess at all.
Except... her cheeks still felt a little sore.
She rubbed them gently, then shot Wen Yang a glare.
She only managed to eat a single late night snack before Wen Yang had passed out right after.
She seriously doubted he even remembered what happened last night.
Ning Chu pulled her knees up and rested her chin on them, quietly watching Wen Yang sleep.
As a succubus, she’d downed a glass of ‘milk’ last night expecting some satisfaction.
Instead, she ended up tossing and turning in her dreams, full of blurry male silhouettes.
“Got yourself comfortable, then left me hanging.”
“Scumbag.”
She was definitely leaning more and more into her succubus instincts now.
Just like those characters in the not pure website—drinking milk with a hidden agenda... even if her motives weren’t
purely
lustful, the memory still made her blush hard.
Last night had definitely been a moment of weakness.
But the truly concerning part? Other than a bit of embarrassment, she didn’t feel much regret or resistance.
Was she... actually getting used to this? Fully embracing the
feminine downfall
?
Back in the early days—even something as simple as kissing Wen Yang used to send her spiraling into guilt, so embarrassed that she couldn’t look him in the eye for the rest of the day.
Now? She had taken the initiative to “eat the snack,” ended up unsatisfied, and instead of being relieved he fell asleep, she felt a little... resentful.
Noticing Wen Yang shivering a little in his sleep, she pulled the blanket over him.
Somehow, the whole thing had ended up on her side again—even though they’d split it evenly before bed.
She figured Wen Yang had probably given it to her on purpose, afraid she’d get cold.
Or more realistically... she’d stolen it in her sleep. That had happened when she was a kid too—her brother used to get annoyed about it until their parents gave them separate blankets.
Ning Chu got out of bed, her heart-shaped tail gently swaying behind her, and tiptoed to the bathroom to freshen up.
It was still early, so she planned to write a bit of her novel before Wen Yang woke up and they turned on the lights to study for the exam.
But the sounds of running water ended up waking Wen Yang anyway.
He walked to the bathroom door, yawned, and pushed it open.
“You’re up early today.”
A roll of toilet paper came flying at him.
“Close the door!”
“Okay... how long are you gonna be? I need to pee.”
“Hold it!”
“You didn’t even close the door yourself...”
Even though they’d lived together for a while now, Ning Chu
still
couldn’t stand the idea of Wen Yang seeing her on the toilet.
A minute later, she stormed out, puffing with irritation.
“From now on, knock before coming near the bathroom!”
“Got it.”
Wen Yang scratched his head and stepped aside.
He honestly didn’t understand why she was so worked up…
He’d seen
all
of Ning Chu—many, many times—and had explored every inch, too.
“What do you want to eat later?”
“Let’s just go to the school cafeteria.”
As she walked off, Ning Chu turned back and added, “And don’t pee all over the place! Remember to wipe after!”
“Alright... but I can’t really control that, you know.”
She gave him a very understanding nod.
“Then why not just sit down when you pee from now on?”
“Pass. I’ll remember to wipe.”
Honestly, she got it. Morning pee misfires were totally normal—especially
right after waking up
, when things were still... standing at attention.
She used to be a guy herself, and her mom used to scold her for the same thing.
Now the tables had turned, and she was the one getting bothered by it.
After writing about a thousand words for her novel, the clock edged past 7 a.m.
The two of them left the rented apartment and took the bus to the school cafeteria for breakfast.
The massive cafeteria was mostly empty. As soon as they stepped inside, Ning Chu spotted Wang Jie and Zhang Shaoqing sitting at a table.
“So how’d your date go last night?! What time did you get back?”
She jogged over excitedly, eyes full of curiosity.
“Didn’t I already tell you? The date went great. I even bought Qian Qian a late-night snack.”
“You sure? You don’t
look
like someone who had a great night~”
“Then why the hell are you even asking?!” Zhang Shaoqing snapped.
“Damn it! We were out for hours and I barely said two sentences to her!”
Wen Yang arrived with breakfast, sat down beside them, and handed Ning Chu a cup of soy milk and a meat bun. Then he turned to ask: “You didn’t try to chat with her a little?”
“Chat my ass! Every time I said something, she just ignored me like I didn’t exist!”
Ning Chu bit into her meat bun, suppressing her laughter.
“Didn’t I already tell you? Maybe she likes assertive guys. Try being a little more bold and cheeky, like your usual annoying self.”
“That’d just make her hate me even more. Can you
not
make things worse with those awful suggestions?”
“So you
do
know you’re usually annoying?”
She clicked her tongue. “At least you’re self-aware. But if you know that much, why don’t you try changing?”
“Because I don’t want to!”
Clearly, Zhang Shaoqing’s love pursuit wasn’t going well.
Ning Chu started to worry he might fall too deep and end up miserable if it failed, so she suggested gently, “Maybe you should just give up?”
“No way!”
“But winter break starts in a few days—you won’t have time.”
Wen Yang nodded. “Maybe just take a step back and try again next semester.”
“Stop bugging me. You’re all useless.” Zhang Shaoqing muttered. “Might as well just give me that spray back.”
With just one press of the spray bottle toward Qian Qian’s face, he could get himself the perfect cat girl waifu, tailor-made to his deepest desires.
Ning Chu jolted upright. “Don’t you dare go down that shady route again!”
“Alright, alright, chill. You nag more than my mom. I was just joking.”
She frowned and went quiet for a moment before pulling out her phone.
She opened a short story from the Qian Qian part.
“Shaoqing, I’ve got some info. You can choose to listen or not.”
She really didn’t want him going the weird, unethical route.
After all, it wasn’t just hypnotism and x-ray vision—there were other tools he could eventually get, and some were
way
worse.
“What kind of info?”
Reading from the character profile, Ning Chu explained,
“That girl likes strong, assertive types. So whatever you do, don’t be all overly polite and simpy like you were yesterday.”
“???”
“She... she...”
She was
going
to mention that Qian Qian liked things like public exposure and other shameful kinks, but she just couldn’t bring herself to say it out loud.
Besides, that part in the story was under coercion, so it probably didn’t count as a real preference anyway.
Her cheeks flushed pink as she continued, “She likes fruit. Especially durian. You could get her some good quality stuff.”
“Like... Musang King?”
“I don’t know anything about durian. Don’t ask me...”
Then she added, “Also, the guy she likes is kind of a scumbag. So keep an eye out—don’t let him swoop in first.”
Zhang Shaoqing gave her a suspicious look.
“How do you know all this? I’ve never even seen you talk to Qian Qian.”
Ning Chu could feel Wen Yang glancing over at her with a touch of suspicion—probably thinking of the things she’d written in her novel.
She quickly looked away, set down her phone, and rolled her eyes.
“I just heard it from somewhere. It's up to you to believe it or not!”
Chapter 302
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