Trapped in Paradise (In a Hentai World, as a Trap)-Chapter 387
A small sedan rolled to a stop at the quiet village entrance. A moment later, the rear door on the right opened, and a young man and woman stepped out one after the other.
The girl shivered and began stamping her feet against the cold, immediately flipping up her sweater collar to cover her slender neck before tucking both hands deep into the pockets of her padded coat.
“It’s freezing here~”
Their school was halfway up the mountain, the elevation high, and this northern city was several degrees colder than her hometown. Back home, the temperature had already risen to around ten degrees—here, it was still only four or five.
“Help me with the luggage.”
“Yes~”
Ning Chu jogged to the back of the car and helped Wen Yang pull the suitcases out.
“Since we haven't been here for a month, we’ll probably have to do a full cleaning later,” she muttered, glancing toward a crowded bus rumbling down the road. “School starts tomorrow…”
She’d spent a month back home and only triggered a few “plot events.” One had directly made her suffer a loss, and another nearly left her caught between two guys.
Still, at least it hadn’t been too many. No constant anxiety about some bad woman seducing Wen Yang, or the fear of getting randomly punished for “breaking the script” while shopping or visiting family.
But now that they were back on the
main stage
of this hentai world, the thought of an entire campus full of untriggered storylines made Ning Chu’s head throb.
At least most of the “reverse pursuit” events had already been triggered. The remaining hentai heroines shouldn’t actively come after him… hopefully.
‘If only I’d written more carefully back then,’
she thought bitterly. ‘
Instead of cramming a short arc into just a few chapters…’
‘Now look what’s happened—the place is crawling with thirsty vixen everywhere.’
Following Wen Yang, the two arrived at the door of their rented apartment.
When Ning Chu pushed open the door, a faint layer of dust greeted her eyes. She sighed in frustration.
“I’m changing clothes first,” she said, already squirming a little. “It’s torture trying to hide my tail in pants…”
She really envied Black Bean—cat tails could be left out in the open, fluffy and adorable.
But a succubus’s tail… that was a deadly weakness. Once grabbed tightly, her body would go completely limp, all resistance gone in an instant.
“Go ahead, I’ll clean up first,” Wen Yang said.
“Do it properly! I’ll cook dumplings for you later as a reward~”
Ning Chu dug a set of loungewear out of her suitcase and darted into the bathroom like a little rabbit.
In no time, she came out wearing a soft, fluffy robe cinched tightly at the waist, showing off her slender curves. The collar revealed just a hint of her collarbone, the hem draped down to her calves, and only her bare ankles peeked out.
Wen Yang was wiping the table. He looked up and caught sight of her—and immediately, his mind began to wander, imagining the bare, smooth skin hidden beneath that robe.
He was, after all, a man who’d only recently lost his virginity. Back when he was working, he could still burn off his energy through exhaustion. Now, with too much free time, if not for Ning Chu’s protests, he’d gladly go three rounds a day.
“My mom, seriously… she sent us so many dumplings. Guess dinner’s gonna be dumplings again.”
Ning Chu muttered while tying her hair into a ponytail. She wasn’t very good at it yet, but ever since it had grown longer, eating with it loose meant getting a mouthful of hair every time.
“No problem—if you can’t finish, I’ll help,” Wen Yang said.
Ning Chu set up the folding table and induction cooker, pulled over a small stool, and sat down with her elbows on her knees, cupping her cheeks as she stared eagerly at the steaming pot under the fogged-up glass lid.
“Wen Yang…” she said softly, voice unusually heavy.
“Hm? What’s wrong?”
Her tone suddenly shot up into a high, playful pitch. She giggled, lifting one foot toward him. “Come warm my feet! They’re turning purple!”
“Even with socks on?”
“Come on!”
“I’m cleaning right now,” Wen Yang sighed, putting down the mop helplessly before sitting beside her with his own stool.
Ning Chu shifted her seat until her back was against the wall, then lifted her feet and rested them right on Wen Yang’s lap.
Not content with that, she started wriggling her toes, trying to sneak them inside his jacket.
“Quit it.”
Wen Yang grabbed the pair of soft, pale feet in both hands.
His gaze trailed upward—from her toes to her ankles, along her smooth calves, and higher still. Because of the way she’d raised her legs, the hem of her robe had fallen open slightly, revealing the full curve of her thighs.
But Ning Chu quickly caught the look in his eyes; her cheeks flushed pink as she yanked the robe closed again.
At the same time, while Wen Yang was momentarily distracted, her cold feet had already slipped beneath his jacket, pressing right against his stomach.
“Ahh, that’s better~”
To Wen Yang, though, it felt like two ice pops had just been plastered to his bare skin. He flinched hard.
“You don’t have athlete’s foot, do you?”
“How could I?” Ning Chu tilted her chin proudly. “I smell nice
everywhere!
There’s no way I’d have something like that!”
“Mm-hmm. Sure. Right.”
She froze at his thoughtful expression, then hurriedly tried to pull her feet back.
Oh no—!
He was definitely thinking of something perverted!
But Wen Yang tightened his grip around her ankles. No matter how she tugged, she couldn’t get free.
“You’re such a creep!” she yelped.
“I haven’t even said anything yet.”
“I can tell from your eyes what you’re thinking!”
“It’s your imagination that’s filthy.”
“Bah! I’m perfectly pure! Otherwise, how could I have been tricked into sleeping with you?!”
“???”
Before their bickering could escalate further, a soft
knock-knock
sounded from the door.
Ning Chu froze, turning instinctively toward the sound—then a cool, familiar female voice called out,
“Ning Chu? You home?”
“It’s Lily!”
Finally freed from Wen Yang’s grip, she yanked her feet out of his jacket, jumped up, and rushed excitedly to open the door.
Standing outside was a beautiful girl with striking features and a calm, expressionless face.
But Ning Chu, ever observant, noticed a faint flush on Lily’s cheeks—she must have overheard their noisy teasing just now.
Still, she was far dirtier-minded than she looked, so it was probably fine.
“What brings you here?”
“I got off the bus nearby.”
Lily pulled her suitcase in front of her. “I came to deliver something. Is Wen Yang here?”
“Deliver something? He’s right over there. What do you need him for?” Ning Chu tilted her head in confusion, then grabbed Lily’s hand anyway. “Come in, come in! You haven’t eaten yet, right? Perfect timing—my mom sent so many dumplings we can’t finish them all!”
“Too bad Xinya didn’t come; we’d clear the table in one go~”
Pulled along, Lily stumbled a little as she was dragged inside.
“No need to thank me—just help clean up later!” Ning Chu added cheerfully. “Wen Yang, boil another batch of dumplings!”
She shut the door behind them before turning back to Lily. “So, what did you bring?”
Lily set down her suitcase, unzipped it, and pulled out a box that looked
way
too familiar.
Oh no.
It was the
toy
they’d once used back at Lily’s place.
“Why did you bring
that
!?” Ning Chu shrieked.
“You already used it… I don’t want it anymore.”
“I didn’t! Don’t make stuff up! Are you doing this just to get back at me?!”
Expression calm as ever, Lily nodded—like she was confirming something completely ordinary.
This wicked woman’s sense of revenge is way too strong!
Ning Chu’s ears burned red. She glanced back at Wen Yang, who was standing by the pot with saintlike focus, stirring the boiling dumplings as if his life depended on it—anything to avoid looking their way.
But she knew he’d definitely sneaked a glance. And heard
everything.
Crap.
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Chapter 387
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