In a daze, Ning Chu didn't know how much time had passed.
Her hands were pressed weakly against Wen Yang's chest, trying to push him away, but her strength dwindled. Tears brimmed in her eyes, trembling and ready to fall at any moment. Her body lost all strength, her waist collapsing as her lower abdomen pressed tightly against Wen Yang's body, feeling the contours of his muscles.
She couldn't catch her breath!
The faint suffocation made her mind grow foggier. She didn't even notice Wen Yang's hand had slipped into her clothing, gently caressing her skin.
Finally, Wen Yang lifted his head.
Ning Chu's body lost its support and collapsed into Wen Yang's embrace. She gasped for air, not even caring about the trail of saliva escaping from the corner of her mouth.
Her dizzy and foggy mind gradually cleared with each breath.
She lifted her tear-filled, peach blossom eyes. In her gaze, anger mixed faintly with soft affection, like flowing water. That single glance made Wen Yang's breathing quicken even more.
"You... you..."
Finally catching her breath, Ning Chu opened her mouth but couldn't find the words to scold Wen Yang.
She lowered her head, flustered, and tried to get up in a panic. But as she pressed down with her hand, it landed directly on something hot and hard. She froze, even more flustered.
If this continued...
The chance of her giving birth before the end of the year would be above zero!
This wasn't how the story was supposed to go!
She hurriedly jumped off the swing, attempting to run, but as soon as her feet touched the ground, her legs gave out, weak and trembling. She lost her balance and landed on the ground with a thud.
Oh no!
Why was the punishment kicking in now?
No—it wasn't punishment; she was so overwhelmed by the kiss that her body gave out...
Until now, Ning Chu had always thought people exaggerating about how kisses felt were lying, just dramatic embellishments in literature.
She silently stared at her jeans, noticing a faint dark stain in an embarrassing spot.
Thankfully, she was wearing black pants today; otherwise, it would've been even more obvious...
Wen Yang quickly stood up. "Are you okay?"
"Don't... don't touch me..."
Ning Chu hastily raised her hand to stop Wen Yang from approaching, afraid he'd stoke the flames further. If she lost control of her desires, her first time doing it might well be in this small park.
She remained seated on the ground, deciding not to get up. Her mind was a chaotic mess, unable to comprehend how she had ended up being kissed.
Anyway, this wasn't her first time—No, wait. Last time, it was just a brush of lips, barely even a kiss. This time was her first real kiss experience, wasn't it?
As her emotions settled a bit, an odd thought popped into her head: she had to admit, being kissed felt so nice~
She even found herself savoring the experience.
Ning Chu shook her head hard and finally extended a hand toward Wen Yang.
After being pulled to her feet, she adjusted her jacket, pulling it lower to cover the tops of her thighs, worried Wen Yang might notice something unusual. But when she looked up, she saw that Wen Yang was still "armed," pointing his "weapon" at her.
Feeling guilty and nervous, she averted her gaze, trying to muster a tone of disgust. "Stop pointing that at me. It's gross."
But when the words came out, her tone sounded more like shy protest than actual disdain.
Wen Yang awkwardly turned to the side. "Did you hurt yourself when you fell? Should we go to the infirmary?"
"I'm fine."
When she was fully "in character" as a succubus, there was no such thing as pain—only pleasure. Now that the silver marks on her body were maturing, they only activated during intense moments, converting sensations into either pain or pleasure.
Thank goodness for that. Otherwise, when her period came, she wouldn't even be able to attend class.
"..."
The two stood silently for a moment, the heat in their bodies gradually subsiding.
Ning Chu sighed in relief, dusting off her pants and thighs before looking up at Wen Yang again. But as soon as their eyes met, she shyly averted her gaze. "Let's head back to the field? Class is about to end, and they'll be taking attendance soon."
"Okay."
Seeing Ning Chu's attempt at calm composure, Wen Yang finally felt a little relieved.
Such an alluring girl had looked at him with such seductive eyes—he simply couldn't resist the impulse.
He had been worried Ning Chu might be angry, but judging by the current situation, it seemed she didn't entirely mind.
If he hadn't taken the initiative earlier, he probably wouldn't have even held Ning Chu's hand by now… He understood now—Ning Chu was too shy and preferred to passively accept gestures of affection.
Wen Yang smiled gently and took Ning Chu's hand. "How does it feel?"
"..."
With just that simple question, Ning Chu's face quickly turned beet red again. She angrily shook off Wen Yang's hand and glared at him in embarrassment. "It feels like nothing!"
"Don't hold my hand! What if our classmates see us?!"
She stomped forward in frustration, putting some distance between them. Using the back of her hand, she wiped the corner of her mouth and muttered indignantly, "You got my face all covered in saliva, disgusting! Are you a dog?"
Wen Yang chuckled, going along with her complaints. "Alright, alright, my fault, my fault. I'll be more careful next time."
Moments ago, she had been completely lost in the kiss, but now that she'd recovered, she was acting as though none of it had happened.
"There won't be a next time!"
Ning Chu huffed and stormed ahead. Her expression was full of displeasure, but deep down, she was panicking.
This was bad! At this rate, the bathroom scene was bound to happen. She'd be in big trouble then!
Though… people said that kind of trouble could feel pretty good...
Her expression stiffened, and her face darkened even more.
Good, my foot! It was way too big; she'd definitely break!
She regretted her earlier boldness. All he did was hold her hand, yet things had escalated far beyond her expectations. The worst part was… she'd actually enjoyed it.
Just a few months ago, she had been a man~
Ning Chu let out a sigh of despair. When had she fallen so far, becoming the mess she was now?
The two of them returned to the sports field one after the other, just as the gym teacher called everyone to gather for roll call.
"Ning Chu~ Where have you been?" Yan Xinya spotted her and waved enthusiastically. "And Wen Yang, when did you get back?"
The wolf girl wagged her tail excitedly as she ran over to Ning Chu, wrapping an arm around her. "I ran a lap outside looking for you. I thought you—"
Halfway through her sentence, Yan Xinya suddenly paused. A teasing expression spread across her face as she waggled her eyebrows at Ning Chu. "Oh~ So you were off doing something naughty!"
"I wasn't…"
Ning Chu couldn't meet Yan Xinya's gaze. She instinctively distanced herself from the wolf girl, afraid she'd catch a whiff of something incriminating.
Aside from Yan Xinya and Lin Li, Ning Chu wasn't close with the other beast-eared girls. It would be mortifying if they smelled anything suspicious.
"Holy crap! Wen Yang, when did you get back?!"
Zhang Shaoqing jogged over, slinging an arm around Wen Yang's shoulder. With a playful grin, he said, "You didn't even let me know! I could've driven out to pick you up."
"Oh, by the way, did you get my knife-cut noodles?"
"Uh… I forgot."
Wen Yang had been so focused on rushing back to find Ning Chu that he completely forgot about Zhang Shaoqing's request. He tried to justify himself, saying, "It's such a long trip. The noodles would've gone soggy by the time I got back."
"Yeah, right. You just didn't care enough about your bro."