Trapped in Paradise (In a Hentai World, as a Trap)-Chapter 307
“I had a nightmare last night where the Ferris wheel broke down…”
“It got stuck way up in the air…”
“Then a gust of wind blew the cabin off!”
“And then what happened?”
“I woke up—terrified...”
At noon, while waiting in the train station’s departure hall, Ning Chu mumbled with lingering fear:
“I’m never going to an amusement park again. The carousel’s more my speed.”
When they got off the Ferris wheel yesterday, her legs had turned to jelly. She practically collapsed into Wen Yang’s arms and had to be carried out.
She thought it would be a fun trip—turns out, it just scared her half to death.
“It was just a dream.”
Wen Yang saw that she was still caught up in it, so he smoothly changed the subject: “We haven’t seen Black Bean in a while. Wonder if she’s gained weight.”
Thinking of the little catgirl, Ning Chu’s eyes lit up with a smile.
“She’s such a glutton—she’s definitely a pig by now.”
Although they still did the occasional video call, ever since Black Bean discovered beauty filters, her on-camera look had gotten increasingly ridiculous.
“She sleeps like a rock. If you don’t call her, she can snooze for half the day. If she were more like Xinya—bouncing off the walls all the time—maybe she wouldn’t get so fat.”
Muttering to herself, she glanced down at her phone.
“Didn’t Shaoqing say he was running away from home to work part-time with you over winter break? Where is he?”
Wen Yang sighed, pretending to be heartbroken:
“Now that he found a girl he wanted to pursue, he just went up and dumped me.”
“True, total scumbag! Can’t even walk straight when he sees a pretty face!”
Ning Chu nodded with mock seriousness, then asked curiously: “You don’t think he’s gonna follow Teacher Qian Qian around all winter, do you? Wherever she goes, he goes? That’s creepy.”
Knowing Shaoqing’s personality, it was totally something he might actually do.
“Nah. While you were crying on the Ferris wheel yesterday, he texted me. Said his mom caught him and dragged him home—he was begging me for help.”
“I wasn’t crying!”
Ning Chu huffed and glared at him.
“So he’s grounded now?”
“Probably.”
“Geez, a mom with that much control… she’s gonna drive him crazy sooner or later.”
She snorted.
“My mom used to be really controlling too, but she had to work to support the family. No time to micromanage me.”
Shaoqing’s mom, on the other hand, was both wealthy and idle. All that energy could be poured straight into controlling her son—scary stuff.
Wen Yang’s expression dimmed a little. His smile felt forced as he said: “From what I’ve seen, your mom seems pretty reasonable.”
“Well, she’s got a young boyfriend now~ And my big brother’s making money to support the family. Less stress means less temper.”
Ning Chu looked up at Wen Yang and caught a subtle shift in his gaze.
The warm affection that usually filled his eyes was tinged with something else now—something more complicated.
She blinked, then suddenly remembered:
Wen Yang didn’t even have parents. He’d made it this far thanks to some barely-hanging-on relatives.
He always seemed so normal—gentle, dependable, and never showed any signs of the misfortune he’d been through.
“It’s almost time to board.”
Ning Chu stood up and chose not to push the topic any further.
“Let’s go to my place first when we arrive. We can look for a place for you to stay in the afternoon.”
“My place is too small, otherwise you could just stay with me and save the rent.”
Stretching lazily, she grabbed her small suitcase and glanced at the electronic board in the distance.
She still didn’t know exactly how Wen Yang’s parents passed away… In the original work, she’d only briefly mentioned he was an orphan.
If she’d known back then that the protagonist of her hentai world would end up as her actual boyfriend, she would’ve written him a perfect backstory—something like “son of a billionaire,” “loving family,” and more.
“How much is rent around your neighborhood?”
“My place? That’s downtown. A one-bedroom there’s gotta be over a thousand yuan a month.”
“Then I’ll just rent a garage or something.”
“That won’t work either—too strictly regulated.”
Wen Yang sighed, lugging his suitcase behind her.
“I don’t want to live too far. Otherwise, it’s a hassle finding a job and visiting you.”
If it weren’t for wanting to hang out with Ning Chu during his time off, the best option would’ve been working at a suburban factory. Those usually offered food and lodging. Tough work, but decent pay.
He’d worked those kinds of jobs back in high school—he could handle the monotony.
“Hmm… check rental apps first,” Ning Chu muttered.
She didn’t want Wen Yang renting a place too far from her. The farther away he was, the easier it was for him to end up running around and attracting the attention of some random side-character girl again.
She mentally flipped through the job-related arcs in her story.
Couldn’t afford rent—ended up getting seduced by a thirsty landlady who traded rent for being fucked by him.
Worked as a night security guard—caught a famous company CEO doing public exhibitionism in the garden and turned her into his pet.
Worked at a karaoke bar—got pulled into a private booth by a gang of rowdy, aggressive delinquent girls, and ended up with a harem….
It was a trap at every turn!
Part-time gigs were fine. Even if those wild situations came up, it was usually just one or two days of chaos. But a full winter job? That was dangerous.
With a heavy heart, she got on the bus and leaned her head against Wen Yang’s shoulder, trying to think of a job that had nothing to do with the story’s plot.
Ideally something that didn’t even require showing up.
Sure, Wen Yang had solid self-control, but she was a succubus. With her heat cycles flaring up every few days, even he might not survive it.
And if the plot-enforcement punishments kicked in? Three times a day wouldn’t be unusual.
And this wasn’t just some dorm anymore—at home, there’d be a mom, a sister, and a brother in the next room.
“Rent around your place really is expensive…” Wen Yang was scrolling through listings, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
“Most of these are a few thousand.”
“No worries. If you can’t rent a place today, just crash in my living room.”
“But your mom...”
“Even better—let Black Bean cry a little, make a scene~”
Ning Chu rested her head more comfortably on his shoulder and pouted.
“It’s your fault. Normally, I get sleepy the second we get on a train. But now I’m wide awake.”
Wen Yang blinked, caught off guard.
“Didn’t you start it last night? How is this my fault?”
Since there were people seated nearby, he kept his voice low and tactfully avoided using any vulgar phrasing.
“Whose fault do you
think
it is?!”
Her voice was barely a whisper, face flushed red. She turned her head toward the window, mumbling, “And there was
so
much...”
Logically, an average guy cum wouldn’t even fill half a bottle cap.
But Wen Yang wasn’t average—he was the protagonist of a hentai world, so cumming nonstop to the point of filling a bathtub and still having plenty to spare is reasonable.
Wen Yang scratched his head awkwardly.
“I’ll stop by a market before we get to your place. Should I bring anything your mom likes?”
“Hmm... jewelry?”
“Out of budget.”
“Then just fruit and milk. And get some pork jerky or treats for Black Bean.”
Ning Chu watched the scenery roll by outside the window and muttered: “It’s okay if we’re poor for now. But one day, when we’re rich, I’m slapping a wad of cash in my mom’s face! Show her how wrong she was to look down on you!”
“Such a respectful and loving daughter.”
“I’m just saying.”
She hesitated a little.
“If my mom doesn’t treat you well… just bear with it a bit, okay?”
“Don’t worry. She’s going to be my future mother-in-law.”
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Chapter 307
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