Trapped in Paradise

Chapter 412



Chapter 412

On Friday evening, after a week of classes had finally ended, Ning Chu entered the rented apartment with a delivery box in her arms, with Wen Yang following closely behind.

“What did you buy?”

“Nothing much. Just daily necessities.”

Wen Yang didn’t think much of it. He sat down on the sofa and lowered his head, planning the items he would bring to the weekend night market stall.

He said to Ning Chu while scrolling: “I need to head out later to buy some wholesale stock. I’ll try setting up a stall for two hours tonight. I’ll be back a bit late.”

“Then where are you going to put your stuff?”

“I’ll leave them at home first? It might get a bit messy.”

Although the apartment was just a one-bedroom with a bathroom, the bedroom space was fairly large—around thirty to forty square meters. Storing some miscellaneous goods wouldn’t be too much of an issue.

“I hate it when it gets too messy... remember to tidy up properly.”

“Mm.”“When are you heading out?”

Wen Yang sensed something strange. He lifted his head and saw Ning Chu staring at him with big expectant eyes—as if she was eager for him to leave quickly.

He immediately put two and two together. His gaze slid toward the delivery box placed on the desk, and he teased, “What did you buy? Something you don’t want anyone to see?”

“N-No, I didn’t.”

Although she had already told Wen Yang about her plan, once it actually came time to carry it out, Ning Chu realized her moral defenses weren’t completely shattered after all.

Saying it and doing it were two completely different things.

It was already Friday night, her period had ended nearly two days ago, and she had graduated from Lily’s “lessons.” She hadn’t practiced yet, but at least all her theoretical knowledge was maxed out.

If Ning Chu hadn’t refused, Lily probably would have dragged her to try things right inside the girls’ dorm.

Speaking of which, Lily not only liked using toys normally… did she also tie herself up when playing alone?

“Want late-night snacks?”

“My period just ended yesterday… isn’t it not good?”

“Barbecue? Or stinky tofu? Egg burgers?”

“...”

Ning Chu fell silent for a moment. She didn’t dare look at Wen Yang’s teasing expression. Face red, she muttered softly, “Barbecue… Just order like forty or fifty yuan worth.”

“Okay.”

Unable to contain her curiosity, she turned and asked, “If you’re setting up a stall, shouldn’t you at least have a tricycle? How else will you carry your goods?”

“I’m planning to use a suitcase and put it on the front of a shared bike.”

“That… actually works.”

Wen Yang was someone with a plan for everything. Compared to Ning Chu’s impulsive personality, he was much more steady.

So she wasn’t too worried.

But she still reminded him, “I heard sometimes the city inspectors show up. Be careful.”

“Relax, I run fast.”

“Don’t let a pretty female customer seduce you away.”

“You really have that little faith in me?”

Stretching lazily, Wen Yang stood up. “I’m heading out. I’ll probably be back around eleven or twelve.”

“Oh~ bye bye~”

“When my stall business grows big, we’ll open a little shop together. You’ll be the boss’s wife.” He threw on his jacket, grabbed the empty suitcase, and joked casually.

Ning Chu nodded her small head seriously. “Mm! You’re the protagonist after all, you’ll definitely succeed!”

For a moment, Wen Yang didn’t know what to say.

Even though he was technically the protagonist in Ning Chu’s novel, he didn’t believe in things like “protagonist halos” at all.

His self-mocking joke was taken seriously by her, and he scratched his head with a helpless smile.

“I’m going.”

“Stay safe!”

Ning Chu hurriedly sent Wen Yang out the door.

She watched Wen Yang wave at her before his figure disappeared at the end of the hallway.

“He’s really gone…”

“Time to try!”

After closing and locking the door, Ning Chu returned to her desk and picked up the fruit knife to open the delivery box.

Inside was a ten-meter bundle of black cotton rope. Lily had given this shop’s rope high praise—soft, skin-friendly, very suitable for binding play, and not expensive either, a little over thirty yuan.

Holding the rope, Ning Chu thought about what she was about to do next, and her face grew scorching hot. She felt waves of heat piling up toward her brain, turning her head into a steaming pressure cooker.

“When I first transmigrated… I never imagined things would end up like this…”

Thinking back to her once pure and innocent self—the self who had struggled so hard not to get ravished—the shame grew even stronger.

Now she wasn’t just offering herself up, she was actively playing with these strange things.

What she had written as fantasy erotica in her little smut novel had now become something she was about to personally act out.

“I’m such a pervert~”

She regretted, once again, ever writing those little smut chapters. But in some dark corner of her mind, the excitement and nervousness secretly tingled through her nerves.

Pressing her lips together, she opened her phone and pulled up her notes.

She never took notes in class, yet when it came to discussing this with Lily, she took them diligently.

Even though Lily hadn’t even held a man’s hand before—couldn’t even speak smoothly to people—she somehow managed to coach Ning Chu until she was fully trained.

Following the steps in her notes, Ning Chu folded the rope in half and looped it around her neck. She lowered her head, looking at the heavy jacket she still wore, and removed the rope again.

Better take a shower first. Rinse the rope a little too—what if it’s dirty?

She also needed to reread the details of the scene, to do her best to perform as both sisters on her own.

Ning Chu felt a little impatient… and a little terrified.

Although the sisters in her book were instantly overwhelmed by Wen Yang, she was going to play both roles herself.

Turning on the heater, Ning Chu took a thin silk nightgown from the wardrobe, grabbed the cotton rope, and entered the bathroom.

Maybe it was due to her succubus constitution—or maybe she simply hadn’t lived long in this world—but when she stripped and stood in front of the mirror, her skin was still baby-soft and pink everywhere, smooth like a pampered child.

Her butt wasn’t big, but full and rounded, forming a perfect curve with her slender waist.

Even without a bra, her ample chest remained lifted—C-cup, large but not spilling, perfectly proportioned to her slim figure, with no sense of distortion.

“Good thing it didn’t get any bigger…”

Ning Chu liked bigger chests too, but the exaggerated breasts in doujinshi had surpassed her aesthetic limits, making her prefer the “flat-chested” tag instead.

She glanced at her figure a couple more times, sighed, and turned on the shower, testing the water temperature with her hand.

“My body is getting more and more lewd~”

“And my mind too…”

“I’m becoming a more qualified succubus…”

Muttering to herself, Ning Chu quickly showered, changed into the nightgown, and hurried to the bed with the cotton rope in hand.

Thanks to the heater, the room wasn’t cold. She draped the rope over herself, sat like a duck at the head of the bed, and studied her notes and her smut novel, figuring out how to tie herself into a shibari.

The book even had the sister’s hands tied behind her waist… How was she supposed to do that alone?

If she asked Wen Yang to help… it wouldn’t match the plot.

Scratching her head in frustration, Ning Chu tried to figure out how to clean herself up, tie herself properly, and deliver herself neatly to Wen Yang’s bed.

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Link for character illustration:

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