The books said that succubus, if they repeatedly suppressed their bodily urges, would eventually lose control and collapse into madness.
Ning Chu had always held onto a sliver of hope that she could avoid this fate, but today she experienced it firsthand...
Thinking back to how she had just willingly thrown herself at Wen Yang, Ning Chu felt a throbbing pain in her temples. She couldn't believe she had acted so shamelessly.
No wonder Lily liked playing with toys. Was losing control always this terrifying?
If someone other than Wen Yang had been with her just now, she might have already been taken advantage of on the spot.
Her guilty eyes darted toward Wen Yang, and a faint blush spread across her pale face.
It's over. Her image in Wen Yang's mind must be completely destroyed now.
She didn't blame Wen Yang though. If she were still a man and faced with a little seductress, she probably wouldn't have been able to resist either.
Thankfully, it had only been a brief kiss that snapped her back to her senses.
Still, the heat within her hadn't been fully released. If she was punished again in a public setting, she feared she might lose control and throw herself at any man she saw.
She would never survive the shame of that at school.
And what if this had happened somewhere private, like the dorm bathroom? The consequences might have been unimaginable...
A cold shiver ran down her spine as fear lingered in her heart.
The two of them stood in awkward silence in the restroom until a series of urgent knocks on the door broke the tension.
"Who locked the door?!"
"The men's room is leaking. It's under maintenance. Go to another restroom," Wen Yang called out, quickly lowering his head, unable to meet Ning Chu's gaze.
The soft, sweet sensation of her lips still lingered faintly on his own, making him unconsciously long for it again.
"I'm sorry…" Wen Yang stammered, feeling that he, as a man, needed to take responsibility. "I-I was too impulsive."
"..."
Ning Chu froze for a moment, unable to lift her head. Her voice was as quiet as a mosquito's hum. "It's okay."
She glanced down at the dark stain spreading across her skirt, her face burning hotter. Pressing her lips together, she took off her jacket and tied it around her waist.
"I'm heading back to the dorm. Go let Xinya know."
She unlocked the door and stepped outside, but after just a few steps, she staggered, bracing herself against the wall.
Her legs were still too weak...
Wen Yang instinctively stepped forward to support her but hesitated halfway.
"Do you need help?"
"No, you go back to the cafeteria."
Ning Chu leaned against the wall as she walked out of the public restroom, gradually regaining her strength.
Looking at the bustling path outside, she thought about the absurd thing she had just done and felt dizzy all over again.
This really is like in those hentai doujin!
She could only be grateful that two months of her influence had made Wen Yang's personality deviate further from the original male lead's domineering nature. He even treated her with extra care. Otherwise, she and Wen Yang might already have been "at it" in some intense battle… in public, no less.
This is getting more dangerous!
Ning Chu quickened her steps toward the dormitory.
Ironically, the one she thought would be the most dangerous—Wen Yang—was now one of the safer people around her. Even after she lost control and shamelessly provoked him, all Wen Yang did was impulsively steal a kiss.
What was happening to her? Shouldn't being kissed by a man feel disgusting and repulsive? Yet all she felt was relief.
Her standards were sinking lower and lower.
Suddenly, the memory of the soft sensation from the kiss flashed through her mind, sending a cold chill down her spine.
She pushed open the dormitory door, and the first thing she saw was Zhang Shaoqing happily eating ice cream.
Her face immediately flushed with a rosy hue as guilt gnawed at her. Without responding further, she hurried straight to the bathroom.
"You're back so soon?" Zhang Shaoqing turned around, looking curious. "Didn't you say it was acute gastroenteritis? You were in so much pain you could barely walk."
"It stopped hurting after I went to the restroom."
"Where's Wen Yang?"
"Behind me," Ning Chu brushed off Zhang Shaoqing's confusion, quickly dashing to her wardrobe. "I'm going to take a shower."
The sticky, damp sensation made her pants cling awkwardly to her skin, and every step felt incredibly uncomfortable.
Wang Jie chimed in, "Why is your face so red? Did you go to the infirmary?"
"No need. It doesn't hurt that much now."
"I've got some medicine for diarrhea if you want..."
"I'll take it later."
With gritted teeth, Ning Chu managed to fool the two roommates. She grabbed her clean clothes and darted into the bathroom.
The small, enclosed space where every corner was visible gave her a brief sense of security.
She sighed heavily, removing her clothes under the stream of warm water. "Next time, I'll definitely lose control even worse."
"No… it might not even take until next time."
The repeated suppression made her body increasingly sensitive. Even the sensation of the water running down her skin sent a shiver through her.
The smoldering fire in her lower abdomen hadn't been fully extinguished. It glowed with lingering embers that could reignite at any moment.
Just like in the story when the protagonist teased Lily, her current self only needed the faintest provocation from a man, and she would likely fall into that dreadful state again.
"This can't go on."
After the sports festival, more supporting female characters would surely show up around Wen Yang than before.
Tomorrow—or even tonight—she could be punished again for disrupting the storyline.
"On Friday, I'll lock Wen Yang in the dorm and not let him leave for a single step."
"By the weekend, Zhang Shaoqing and Wang Jie will be out having fun, and Wen Yang will be working as a tutor…"
Maybe she could secretly relieve herself in the dorm then?
The moment the mischievous thought formed, a spark of heat flared up deep in her abdomen.
Ning Chu hurriedly turned the water to its coldest setting, dousing the fire before it could spread.
Forcing herself not to think of anything further, she dried herself with a towel, put on clean clothes, and stepped out of the bathroom.
Wen Yang had already returned and was sitting with a concerned expression, furiously searching for something online.
"Shaoqing, Wang Jie, I won't be able to join the murder-mystery game this weekend," Ning Chu said, sitting in front of her computer and propping her face up weakly in her hands.
"What? We decided that on Monday, and now you're backing out?" Zhang Shaoqing complained.
"I'm just not in the mood. I just want to rot in the dorm over the weekend."
Zhang Shaoqing scoffed. "You're always not in the mood. You spend all your time brooding and shutting yourself off. I think you've just been cooped up in here too long."
"Exactly," Wang Jie agreed. "Going out for a change of scenery would do you good."
"Let's leave it for next week, okay? I'll definitely go next time."
"Next week you'll just find another excuse," Zhang Shaoqing retorted.
"I swear! Next time for sure!"
While Ning Chu was dealing with Zhang Shaoqing's grumbling, she suddenly noticed Wen Yang's gaze lingering around her lower abdomen.
Does this guy suspect something…?
At this point, it wouldn't be the worst if he figured it out. With Wen Yang's personality, he would never exploit her succubus traits to tease her; otherwise, he would've already taken full advantage of her by now.
Worth mentioning was the pattern on her lower abdomen. It was slowly forming into the shape of a heart, with its edges extending outward and upward.
Previously, the pattern had been confined to the lower triangular area, but it seemed it would soon spread across her stomach—and even further downward...
Right now, it was still in its early stages, but it would likely take some time to fully mature.
I wonder what the final tattoo will look like.
With a sigh, she slumped over her desk.
Things are getting way too risqué…