novelraw Chapter 414
Chapter 414
I’m gonna die I’m gonna die I’m gonna die~
Compared to how this scene played out in the book, Wen Yang was clearly several levels fiercer!
On top of that, it was like all his attack and attack-speed buffs were maxed out—he was even more relentless than he’d been on their very first night together!
Ning Chu didn’t even have time to play the role of the younger sister before she was tossed into a hazy, half-awake half-asleep state.
In her dream, it felt like she had fallen into a storm-ravaged sea, rising and plunging with the waves, occasionally choking on a mouthful of seawater.
The suffocating feeling forced her to open her mouth to gasp for air, but her fading consciousness caught onto something and stubbornly forced her to keep her mouth shut.
By the time morning came, there were still tears lingering at the corners of Ning Chu’s eyes. Her whole body ached like she was about to fall apart.
The restraints on her body had long been removed, and the cotton rope was tossed on the floor nearby.
She stared blankly at the ceiling, tiny sparks of electric tingling zipping across her skin now and then, making her body twitch lightly.
As her mind gradually cleared, she suddenly snapped back to reality and pushed herself up despite the soreness.Wait! She never played the little sister!
Did she just get railed for nothing?!
Damn it! And she even fainted. The whole latter half was a blur—such a loss!
Then Ning Chu paused, instinctively looking at Wen Yang beside her. Seeing the rows of teeth marks on his shoulder, she let out a breath of relief.
Good. Looks like she didn’t make too much noise last night, and the bed seemed sturdy enough—no embarrassing squeaking.
Otherwise, she would’ve died of social shame in this rental building.
But poor Wen Yang… she’d nearly bitten him to the point of bleeding.
She tried to get out of bed, but the pain from below made her fall right back onto the mattress.
Ning Chu concluded she hadn’t bitten hard enough.
To think a succubus would be so exhausted she couldn’t get up the next day—wasn’t that a bit much?!
Completely drained, she lay back down, rolling onto her side to look at Wen Yang’s sleeping face.
Something poked her head, so she shifted until she found a comfortable angle.
Wait!
Her foggy brain finally booted back up. Ning Chu instinctively reached up to touch her head—only to discover that the horns that had been fingernail-sized yesterday were now the length of her thumb!
What the—?!
This kind of growth speed…
Did that mean last night’s performance actually worked?!
She could really use stand-in role-playing to pre-complete other heroine storyline events?!
Even though she only acted as the older sister last night… did that count as half-success?
All her startled movements finally woke Wen Yang.
He opened his eyes and saw a completely naked Ning Chu lying beside him, holding her head. A flash of heat lit up his eyes, but he quickly noticed the scattered hickeys and bruises on her small succubus body.
“…I got a little carried away last night.”
“A little?” Ning Chu shot him a look. The mix of heat and concern in his gaze made her blush. She hurriedly grabbed her silk nightgown from the bedside table and pulled it on.
“My horns grew a lot, look.” She lowered her hand and tilted her head toward Wen Yang. “My hair can’t hide them anymore.”
“You could probably pin it up to cover them, right?”
“You try later. I only know how to do ponytails.”
Ning Chu braced herself and shakily climbed out of bed.
She was wearing only the nightgown—its hem wasn’t very long, barely covering most of her backside, and the tops of her thighs were completely exposed to Wen Yang’s view.
She hurried toward the bathroom, too desperate to bother hiding anything, limping and holding onto the wall for support.
Her body still felt sticky, and Wen Yang was probably exhausted too—he hadn’t helped her shower like he usually did…
Bound with the cotton rope, nerves overstimulated, she had definitely been a bit too wild last night.
But she still wasn’t Wen Yang’s match.
The first half had been evenly matched, back and forth, but in the second half she rolled her eyes back and slipped into a half-conscious, whimpering state.
He’d gone a little overboard, though thankfully Wen Yang still had enough sense to use protection—otherwise, without even showering afterward, her belly would probably still be swollen and full right now.
Her legs had been pressed all the way up to her chest, leaving her thighs unbearably sore now.
Fortunately, succubi were naturally flexible and didn’t fear pain once they got into the mood. Even if she pushed herself a bit, she wouldn’t end up tearing a ligament…
Still, she really needed to learn yoga, or she was going to get broken sooner or later.
After showering and putting on the clothes Wen Yang passed in to her, Ning Chu was feeling much better than when she first woke up.
She sat back down at the bedside, mind full of last night’s memories, her eyes dodging nervously—she didn’t dare look Wen Yang in the eye.
“Um… you made quite a bit from your stall yesterday, right?”
She finally found a topic to ease the awkwardness.
But at that, Wen Yang’s heated gaze cooled, and he sighed in frustration.
“It was my first time setting up a stall. I didn’t know anything. The goods I bought weren’t easy to sell.”
Ning Chu comforted him.
“It’s okay. You have protagonist aura. With good luck, you’ll definitely sell them.”
“Luck, huh… First time setting up a stall and I run into city management doing inspections. My luck sure was great.”
“Uh…”
That made no sense! Every time trouble happened before, Wen Yang resolved it instantly. Even when they did street promotion part-time together, everything went smoothly.
So why was the stall business different?
Ning Chu blinked. As they talked, the “perverted haze” in her brain finally cleared away.
She didn’t think too deeply about it and encouraged him again:
“First time doing a stall is always like that~ It’s impossible for everything to go smoothly from the start.”
“Mm. I’ll go again tonight, at least sell off the goods I bought.”
“Can I go too?”
Her eyes lit up. She wanted to experience the whole stall-running thing.
“At that time, you attract the female customers, and I’ll attract the male customers—”
“No!” Wen Yang cut her off instinctively.
“What’s wrong?”
“You… in your current state, can you even recover enough by tonight to go out with me?” Wen Yang quickly changed his excuse.
“…That’s true.”
Feeling the lingering soreness all over her body, Ning Chu angrily kicked Wen Yang.
“You were way too rough!”
Her legs were too weak for the kick to have any power. Wen Yang didn’t even sway, but he still let out an exaggerated “ow!” and toppled onto the bed.
“Tsk~” Ning Chu planted her hands on her hips triumphantly and kicked him twice more.
“Go buy me breakfast!”
“It’s already past ten.”
“Then brunch! I want fried noodles, extra meat, and a beef stew canned soup!”
“Got it~”
Wen Yang immediately jumped up as if he’d nearly died from her tiny kicks, quickly putting on his clothes.
As he dressed, he asked, “Want me to get snacks too? You probably won’t be able to go anywhere today.”
“And whose fault is that?!”
“Mine, mine.” He admitted defeat instantly.
Though inside, he muttered silently—It was because the little succubus was too tempting…
Tied in turtle-shell bondage, pretending to have her hands bound by her tail, twisting on the bed pitifully and moaning “no”—
What man could resist that?!
“Hey, so are you going to keep running the stall?”
“Yeah, I think so. I can only do it at night, and it won’t affect my weekend part-time jobs. I’ll just do it for fun.”
“Then next time you have to take me with you!”
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