Trapped in Paradise (In a Hentai World, as a Trap)-Chapter 305
"It’s really over, huh..."
When the dinner party ended and Ning Chu returned to their rented apartment, it finally hit her: the first semester of her freshman year had come to a close.
Just four months ago, she was still in another world, squatting in a dingy rental, running all over the city every day looking for work.
So yes—"like a lifetime ago" wasn’t just a metaphor.
She took off her windbreaker, flopped down onto the bed, stretched, then lay back with a content sigh.
"I don’t think Shaoqing’s gonna win that girl over."
She turned to Wen Yang, who was packing their luggage.
"I’m not so sure," Wen Yang replied as he folded clothes into a suitcase. "With his background, if he’s persistent, he’s got a shot."
"What, just because he’s rich?"
Ning Chu muttered jealously, rolling onto her side.
"Though I did notice during dinner that they
might
have made a bit of progress... even if I still don’t see any actual signs she likes him."
"Every beginning is hard."
Ning Chu stared at him, then shifted topics.
"Do you think we should give up this apartment?"
"To save on rent?"
"I just paid rent two weeks ago. The landlord’s definitely not giving us half of it back. We’d be lucky if they don’t swallow the whole deposit."
She sighed. Truth was, she didn’t want to give it up. After living here for a few months, she’d gotten attached.
"I thought the landlord seemed pretty reasonable."
She scoffed.
"That’s because
you
haven’t had to rent before."
In her past life, Ning Chu had rented more than a few places, and not a single landlord had ever willingly returned a deposit.
No matter how spotless the place was when you left, they’d
always
find something to nitpick—some excuse to keep your money.
So before she’d even signed the lease, she’d already written off the deposit as a loss. Luckily, it hadn’t been much.
"If we do move out, I’ll just have to hunt for a new place again next semester. Such a pain."
Wen Yang, as usual, was agreeable and easygoing: "Whatever you decide is fine with me."
"Then we’ll just bring some clothes back and leave the rest?"
"Yeah. No point hauling everything back and forth."
After a big meal, Ning Chu was feeling sleepy and sluggish. She lay in bed a while longer, but eventually forced herself to sit up, rubbing her shoulders as she shuffled over to her desk.
If you wanted to earn money writing web novels, the hardest part wasn’t just coming up with ideas—it was the daily grind.
365 days a year, no breaks.
Whether sick or swamped, you
still
had to update.
Even one missed day could affect your visibility and income.
"Ughhh, I don’t wanna write today~"
Ning Chu sighed dramatically, plopped down in front of her laptop, opened a blank document... and immediately blanked.
"I have no idea what to write..."
Hearing that, Wen Yang paused mid-pack.
After a short silence, he asked tentatively: "You... know Qian Qian pretty well?"
"Nah. I’ve never even spoken to her."
Ning Chu slumped forward on the desk, staring helplessly at the blinking cursor, racking her brain for something—
anything
—to put on the page.
"Then how do you know what she likes? Even her type in guys?"
"..."
Her expression froze. That was a slip-up.
Luckily, she’d long since perfected the art of smooth-talking. Without missing a beat, she fired back:
"Xinya told me. Didn’t she already say she’s got inside access? She gossiped with me about it."
"Ahh, makes sense."
"Okay, stop talking. I need to focus on writing! You’re distracting me!"
She breathed a quiet sigh of relief—
dodged a bullet!
There was no way she could let Wen Yang find out he was the protagonist of her story. Who knew what kind of existential crisis that might cause?
She kept her eyes on the screen, pretending to type seriously, but her gaze kept sneaking glances toward Wen Yang, filled with guilty tension.
At the moment, he was squatting in front of the wardrobe, two large suitcases open, carefully packing clothes.
Most of them were Ning Chu’s.
Even though she wasn’t that into shopping, once her mother found out she’d turned into a girl, she’d sent over a whole pile of cute outfits.
Then she watched, wide-eyed, as Wen Yang opened the wardrobe drawer and began pulling out her stockings, underwear, and various other things.
Even though they'd done much more intimate things already—and Wen Yang had definitely handled her underwear many times before—Ning Chu still couldn’t help the waves of embarrassment that washed over her. Her cheeks flushed hot red.
Until—
Wen Yang pulled out a pair of black lace-trimmed lingerie.
"You have stuff like this? I’ve never seen you wear it before."
"Put it down! I’ll pack that myself!"
He looked up at her blushing face, then turned back and noticed something further back in the drawer: a box that hadn’t been opened.
"I said I’ll do it myself!"
Ning Chu rushed to stop him, but Wen Yang had already taken the box out.
The words “sheer sexy lingerie” printed on the box were now clearly visible in the open air.
And just like that, she froze.
Why the hell did I even buy something like this?!
As a spicy story author, sometimes she just couldn’t resist the urge to impulse buy risqué things while browsing for “research”…
Not to mention—she was a succubus now!
"Never seen you wear this either."
There was a teasing, expectant glint in Wen Yang’s tone.
"I... I just thought it looked cute and bought it for fun!"
"Well, you bought it. It’d be a waste not to wear it."
Ning Chu’s eyes kept darting around the room, avoiding his burning gaze.
"It’s too cold right now... Maybe when the weather warms up."
"Oh? What’s this?"
She instinctively turned her head—and nearly passed out.
Wen Yang was now holding up a pluggable fox tail.
WAIT, I OWN THAT?!
A second passed. Then the realization sank in.
A PLUG-IN?!
She rushed over in a panic and snatched it out of his hands.
"That came free with the lingerie, okay?! I already have a real tail—why the hell would I use this?!"
Behind her, her natural heart-shaped succubus tail had tensed up like a coiled spring, held high in nervous alert.
"Just go do your thing! I’ll pack my clothes myself!"
"How about you try that one on tonight?"
Wen Yang lifted the box again.
"..."
Honestly… she was
a little
tempted.
She hadn’t even tried it on since she bought it.
But she was worried. With her succubus aura
plus
sexy lingerie, Wen Yang might just lose control and push her down on the spot.
Wen Yang patted his chest as if making a solemn oath:
"Relax. I’m not the kind of guy who’d let my hormones take over."
Ning Chu’s ears turned redder than ever. She lowered her gaze and muttered under her breath:
"...Then I’ll try it, I guess?"
She took the box and dashed off to the bathroom.
—
A short while later, she cracked the door open and peeked out.
"What are you so shy about?"
Wen Yang sat calmly, acting like a gentleman.
"It’s not like I’m gonna eat you alive."
Then he looked up and saw her.
Ning Chu was blushing furiously, head down, fingers nervously tugging at the sides of her see-through skirt.
The sheer chiffon minidress only added to her allure. Her figure was mostly visible beneath it, hazy and dreamlike. The “underwear” was more like a few flimsy pieces of cloth—definitely didn’t cover much—and certainly didn’t block the heat rising in Wen Yang’s gaze.
She couldn’t even lift her head.
Thank god the dress at least counted as clothes. Walking out totally naked might have been
less
mortifying than this!
"I... I still need to write my update later..."
Wen Yang got up, sat at the desk, and patted his thigh.
"Then sit on my lap while you write. I’ll keep you warm."
Ning Chu glanced at his lap and immediately looked away, face burning.
How the hell am I supposed to sit there?! That’s way too firm—it’ll bruise my butt!
She already had a bad feeling about tonight.
Either her cheeks were going to ache from too much
kissing
, or her thighs would be rubbed raw from...
something else
.
As long as he didn’t actually go
in
… it should be fine.
.
!
Chapter 305
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