Trapped in Paradise (In a Hentai World, as a Trap)-Chapter 343
Wen Yang sat at the head of the bed, tugged a blanket over, and covered the little succubus lying bare beneath him.
Ning Chu was still dazed, mind completely blank. Her lips parted slightly, face flushed crimson as she panted for breath.
At least this time she hadn’t passed out… though her body was so weak she couldn’t move at all.
Thankfully, her tastes weren’t
that
extreme. In her spicy hentai NovelFires that she wrote, she hadn’t included anything truly outrageous—like that uterus “pull-out” nonsense. Otherwise, forget being weak—she’d probably be dead.
Her glazed pupils slowly cleared, and only then did she realize Wen Yang had been staring at her the whole time. Embarrassed, she curled up, yanked the blanket tighter, and covered her snow-white skin.
“Why are you staring at me…”
Though she had been bold and forward just moments ago, afterward she turned shy again—like a bashful little girl.
Wen Yang loved this side of her, so soft and easy to tease. He couldn’t help but smirk. “How about we go again?”
“No way!”
The memory of her trembling, biting back her voice while her face was lit with pleasure surged in his mind, and instantly he felt ready for another round. Too bad the little succubus wasn’t willing.
He didn’t push her. Standing, he asked, “Want me to carry you to wash up?”
“I can do it myself.”
“It’s not like I haven’t bathed you before.”
—Yeah, and that time he had gone berserk, and she had
passed out
!
Ning Chu shook her head, refusing. She tried standing carefully, but her legs gave out and she plopped back onto the floor.
Sighing, Wen Yang scooped her up onto his shoulder without ceremony, ignoring her flailing long legs as he carried her into the bathroom.
“No! I can do it myself!”
“Don’t touch me there!”
“Eek!”
Fully conscious, being scrubbed inside and out by Wen Yang made Ning Chu’s shame skyrocket to unbearable levels.
“All done.”
She bolted out of the bathroom, snatched a towel from the wall, wrapped herself up, and dove straight under the covers.
Only after did Wen Yang leave the bathroom. Glancing at her face—ears still glowing red—he suddenly realized this was the perfect chance to ask her something.
Sure, interrogation during a game session might’ve worked better, but at the time he hadn’t been in the mood. Now, thinking back, he realized he’d missed an opportunity for an interesting “play.”
Still, that would’ve been too calculated. Too underhanded.
Instead, he deliberately came back
without
putting on underwear and sat down by the bed. Ning Chu peeked up, only to immediately turn away, scooting further from him.
“Pervert.”
She turned her head, but her eyes kept darting nervously, clearly sneaking glances at him from the corner of her vision.
“Ning Chu, there’s something I want to ask.”
“I don’t wanna talk to a pervert… And I’m telling you now, I’m
not doing it again
, I’m exhausted.”
If not for the way her waist was shifting restlessly under the blanket, Wen Yang might almost have believed her.
He took a moment to choose his words, then said:
“I’ve noticed… sometimes, when things happen to me, you seem to know about them in advance. Is that true?”
“Eh?”
“It’s like… the stuff you wrote in your novel. I’m just the protagonist of your story. Of all things, a pornography-like novel.”
Ning Chu froze, then guiltily turned her head away.
She hadn’t gone out of her way to hide things. She’d known Wen Yang would eventually grow suspicious, but she hadn’t thought it would happen this soon.
If he hadn’t stumbled across her stories, maybe he never would’ve even considered it. After all, it sounded way too ridiculous.
“I saw you reading one before… back at the dorm. The main character had the exact same name as me.”
At the mention of her little
nsfw work
, Ning Chu wanted to bury her face in the sheets. It felt like her most shameful black history being dug up.
But then again… she had just shared something so intimate with him, her body still bare under the blanket after being thoroughly washed by him inside and out. Compared to that, maybe it wasn’t so impossible to accept.
Wen Yang asked cautiously. Seeing how Ning Chu only looked away, eyes flickering nervously but without any strong rejection, he breathed a little easier.
Still, his voice carried both curiosity and unease:
“Don’t tell me… I really
am
the main character you wrote into your novel?”
“This…”
Ning Chu hesitated. Should she lie to ease his worries? Or tell the truth outright?
She was afraid if she said it plainly, Wen Yang’s worldview might collapse, and he’d spiral into despair.
After a long silence, she made her choice—just as she always had. She would trust Wen Yang. She believed he could handle it.
Ning Chu turned on her side, murmuring softly, “Don’t overthink it… You’re nothing like the guy in the book. But your guess… it’s not far off.”
Wen Yang froze, unsure how to respond or even what expression he should wear.
“I’ll show you…” Ning Chu picked up her phone from beside the pillow, unlocked an encrypted document, and handed it to him. Her face was crimson as she muttered, “I just wrote this randomly back then… Don’t laugh at me…”
“…”
Over the next few hours, Wen Yang read through her entire spicy NovelFire from start to finish. When he finally set the phone down, he looked over at Ning Chu, who was sitting at her desk absentmindedly playing Plant vs Zombies.
Her writing was surprisingly good, with plenty of… variety. Enough to make him seriously consider dragging her along to “reenact” some of the scenarios.
Perhaps sensing his gaze, Ning Chu paused the game, turned around nervously, and stammered, “So… what do you think?”
“What do I think about what?”
“What do you think about… all of this?” she asked guiltily, shrinking into herself. She curled up in her chair, hugging her knees, her voice as tiny as a mosquito’s hum. “If I’d known back then, I would’ve just written you as a rich second-generation heir…”
“And then you’d get to be the pampered little rich wife, huh?”
“???”
She blinked at him, dumbfounded.
How could he still be joking at a time like this?
He had just discovered that his life might’ve been nothing more than a pre-written “character setting,” his struggles and hardships merely things she had casually scribbled down. Even if he didn’t collapse under the revelation, shouldn’t he at least be shaken?
“You, you—”
But Wen Yang cut her off. “Didn’t you already say it? I’m not the protagonist in your story.”
“I’m not some harem king living it up every night. I just happen to have the same name, that’s all.”
“Besides, you don’t even know if
you
might be a character from some other book or game, right?”
Ning Chu blinked, startled. A flicker of unease flashed across her face. She suddenly looked up at the ceiling as if searching for answers—then let out a sudden laugh. “You’re right.”
She got up, came over, and sat down beside him, leaning gently against him with a soft sigh. “I really thought this would be harder for you to accept.”
Wen Yang took a deep breath. He could feel the cool, silky smoothness of her skin, and the faint, intoxicating fragrance that was uniquely hers.
Novel or not, fictional world or not—he was alive, his life had been real, his feelings for Ning Chu were real. And he had long since broken free of any “script.” He’d even managed to win over the
author
herself.
“It’s not so bad,” he said with a grin. “From being just a character you could toy with at will… to being the man who can make the author roll her eyes back in bed—”
“Shut up! You’re such a pervert!”
Flustered and furious, Ning Chu clamped her hand over his mouth. She had been so worried for him, and yet all this guy thought about was teasing her!
Wen Yang gently pulled her hand away, lowering his head to meet her shy gaze. His voice softened:
“I’m your protagonist. You’ll never escape me.”
“Tch~” Ning Chu turned her face aside, cheeks scarlet, pretending to be annoyed. “Who says the main character has to end up with the author…”
If that were true, then technically… hadn’t she already had
several boyfriends
by now?
“By the way,” Wen Yang added with a sly smile, “I read the last part. Didn’t you write that Shaoqing was gonna turn into a girl? When’s that supposed to happen?”
“…”
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