novelraw Chapter 413
Chapter 413
Chapter 413
Although the district where the school was located wasn’t as bustling as the city center, it did have one advantage:
The city enforcement wasn’t that strict.
Here, as long as the neighborhood was somewhat lively, you could see street vendors everywhere. Though occasionally, they still had to run when the city enforcers showed up.
Since this was his first time setting up a stall, Wen Yang only bought a small amount of miscellaneous goods to test the waters.
But when he arrived at the night market after preparing everything, the once lively street full of vendors was now completely empty—only some casual pedestrians wandering through.
Had he… run into a city-enforcement crackdown?
Dragging his suitcase through the empty night market, Wen Yang looked completely dumbfounded. After circling once, he finally spotted a little cart selling braised dishes tucked away in a corner.
The city enforcers had definitely just been here.
Judging from the braised-food seller’s wary eyes—looking like he was ready to hop on his bike and flee at any moment—Wen Yang instantly confirmed his guess.
After wandering around for a bit, he settled near the gate of a relatively busy residential area. He opened his suitcase, pulled out a plastic sheet, spread it on the ground, and laid out the goods he had brought.
Socks, underwear, small toys, trinkets…
As night deepened, Wen Yang began regretting not bringing a small folding stool. He crossed his arms and paced back and forth in front of his stall, occasionally calling out to passing pedestrians. But the items on the plastic sheet hardly decreased at all.
The bold ambition he’d had when leaving home had completely evaporated, leaving only helplessness.
Sure enough—being a smut protagonist didn’t give him any bonus to street vending.
He almost believed Ning Chu’s nonsense—thought tonight would go smoothly. And yes, quite a few girls were drawn over by his looks, but at most they bought a few-yuan pair of stockings or a hair clip.
By the end of the night, he’d made less than fifty yuan.
After subtracting costs, the profit was barely a little over ten. Not even as good as handing out flyers.
“Slow and steady… I’ll just come out every day for a bit, at least until I sell all this.”
Wen Yang let out a sigh and squatted by the street, still trying to call out to passersby.
. . .
Inside the rented apartment.
After several hours of experimenting and attempting, plus watching an episode of anime and writing half a chapter of her novel, Ning Chu had finally tied the cotton rope onto herself.
The rope crossed over her front, forming diamond-shaped patterns that pressed against her chest and the tops of her thighs. The pressure created a faint sting—but not a strong one.
So perverted…
Looking down at the rope on her body, she blushed furiously and quickly lifted her head, too guilty to keep her eyes on herself.
As time passed and her mind filled with messy thoughts, the slight pressure and pain gradually transformed into a soft, tingling pleasure.
Oh no! I’m getting excited!
The red on her face deepened, becoming even more alluring. At the same time, a powerful wave of shame rushed to her head, pushing her to end this… practical lesson.
But then a problem arose—
She had accidentally tied a dead knot.
Right at her lower back, where she couldn’t see it—and her hands could barely reach at that awkward angle.
After struggling for a long time, Ning Chu slumped weakly into her chair, feeling the tight bindings all over her body. Even leaning forward to rest her chin on her hand felt uncomfortable.
A thin layer of sweat had formed on her body. The silk nightgown clung tightly to her skin, made even messier by the cotton ropes. With flushed cheeks and light, shaky breaths, she murmured:
“Should I… just do it tonight?”
Her period had only ended two days ago. Originally, Ning Chu planned to test the ropes tonight and find another chance tomorrow to carry out the rest of the scene.
But now—since she’d tied a dead knot on herself—she could only move the plan forward.
She began to seriously consider how to bind her wrists.
In the story, the older sister character had also been tied in her nightgown, her hands bound behind her back. But Ning Chu only had herself…
The overwhelming mix of shame and excitement crashed against her mind, turning her already smut-filled brain into mush. Her face burned unbearably hot, making her dizzy, her thinking sluggish.
Even though she knew this behavior was too perverted, she still got up, returned to the bed, and tried to tie her wrists with another section of rope.
Her tail—which until now had been mostly ornamental except for teasing like a cat toy—finally proved useful as a third, albeit clumsy, hand.
According to the plot, tonight she needed to first play the older sister tied in a shibari harness and arm-bind, then free herself, switch into the role of the passionate younger sister.
And Wen Yang also needed to cooperate—just like the protagonist in the scene—and tease the tied-up sister first…
Suddenly, footsteps echoed outside in the hallway.
Ning Chu—midway through tying her wrists and rehearsing the plot—completely froze.
Oh no!
Wen Yang, exhausted, opened the door. He dragged the suitcase inside and complained as he walked in:
“Street vending isn’t as easy as I thought. I only sold a few dozen today, and after costs the profit is like twenty-something.”
Before he finished speaking, he smelled a familiar scent. At the same moment, his body reacted instinctively.
He finally lifted his head—then froze.
Ning Chu sat on the bed in a duck-sit, face as red as a ripe peach. Ropes wrapped around her body in diamond patterns, pressing into the thin nightgown and outlining her slim demonling figure—accentuating every soft curve.
Though her expression was full of embarrassment, faint traces of expectation were unmistakably hidden within. Her hair clung to her cheeks and forehead from sweat, making her look even more temptingly juicy.
Wen Yang stopped in his tracks.
Then he remembered the plan Ning Chu mentioned a few days ago.
He reacted immediately, closing the door to prevent anyone else from catching sight of his seductive little succubus.
The frustration from his failed vending night evaporated instantly. A surge of determined energy rose in his chest.
“Why did you tie yourself up like this?”
Wen Yang asked, amused and pleasantly surprised.
“……”
“You even tied your hands?”
Seeing Ning Chu’s awkwardly positioned arms behind her back, he leaned forward curiously. Only then did he notice her wrists were tangled together by her heart-shaped demon tail—creating the illusion of being bound.
…That technically counted as being tied up.
Ning Chu squirmed shyly, turning her head away.
Even though she was no longer any kind of innocent maiden—and could even be considered fairly experienced—this kind of “play” still humiliated her enough that she couldn’t raise her head or meet Wen Yang’s eyes.
Her chest felt full of mortification, yet the stronger excitement bubbling beneath made her body tremble ever so slightly.
Why isn’t he starting already?!
Do I need to yell “start” or something?!
Ning Chu peeked up and saw Wen Yang bending down at the bedside drawer, pulling out a dildo.
Her whole body stiffened.
“No! Use something else!”
She blurted out.
She tried to get up and run, but sitting in a duck-sit for so long had made her legs numb. When she pushed herself up, her body fell forward onto the bed instead—her hips lifting high in the air.
Which only made things easier for Wen Yang.
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