“Sigh…”

Wen Yang climbed out of the car, exhausted. He looked up at the school gates and sighed, helpless and bewildered.

He’d wanted to broaden his horizons at a bar, but he couldn’t handle the atmosphere—and those twin sisters had been way too enthusiastic. They’d scared him into running for the hills. He’d thought tonight might turn into a romantic encounter, too. But he was still a virgin, after all: timid, horny, and scared out of his wits.

For some reason, sneaking off to a bar behind Ning Chu’s back had made him feel strangely guilty, like he’d done something wrong.

Wen Yang trudged into the school, picked up his clean clothes from the laundry room on the way, then pushed open the dorm room door.

The first thing he saw was a pair of big, starry eyes turning toward him, full of anticipation and delight.

“Wen Yang!” Ning Chu jumped straight up from his chair, then quickly lowered his voice and tiptoed over to peek at Wang Jie’s bed. “Wang Jie’s asleep. Keep your voice down, and don’t turn on the light.”

“Mm.”

Wen Yang set down the bucket full of clothes and was about to speak when Ning Chu hurried over, picked it up himself, and went out to the balcony to hang up both their clothes.

He grabbed some hangers and followed him onto the balcony. “I saw your call and thought something urgent had happened.”

“Nope. I just wanted you to bring the clothes.” Ning Chu eagerly took the hangers and bent down to hang them up.

Wen Yang tried to help, but Ning Chu was standing right by the bucket, leaving him no room to get involved. So he leaned against the balcony railing and watched him bustle about.

Mm. When Ning Chu crouched down, his pert little butt was outlined snugly by his shorts.

When he rose onto his tiptoes and lifted both hands to hang up the clothes, his shirt pulled taut, revealing glimpses of his fair, slender waist—and even his tiny navel.

Wen Yang quietly looked away from Ning Chu.

“Was the bar fun?” Ning Chu wouldn’t let him off the hook. He asked with a cheeky grin, “Did you have some girls keeping you company, too?”

Why did that sound so sarcastic?

Wen Yang honestly nodded.

“Then why’d you come back?”

He seemed to hear the confusion in Ning Chu’s voice, so he tried hard to defend his cowardice. “I was worried they were bar scammers! And it’s not like I’m that easy!”

You wouldn’t know it from the book.

He’d go for almost any pretty girl, and he wasn’t exactly shy about what he got up to.

At least now he was still a virgin.

And thank goodness that, when he’d first started writing the novel, he hadn’t been bold enough to make Wen Yang a womanizer from the very beginning.

Ning Chu grumbled to himself. As he rose onto his tiptoes to hang up another shirt, he noticed Wen Yang’s gaze resting on his chest.

He froze for a moment and looked down. On his slim frame, the small swell of his chest was a little conspicuous.

“Pecs,” he explained calmly, then went back to hanging up the clothes as if nothing had happened.

“Huh? Oh.” Ning Chu’s preemptive explanation caught Wen Yang off guard. He awkwardly looked away, but a few seconds later, his gaze drifted back.

Honestly, they didn’t look like pecs at all.

The ice-silk pajamas fit snugly, but they only managed to hint at a slight curve.

Alone with Ning Chu on the balcony, Wen Yang thought he could smell that faint, familiar scent of his again.

His curiosity got the better of him, and he couldn’t help asking, “Has it gotten a little bigger than before?”

Ning Chu’s hand jerked as he hung up the clothes. The faint smile on his face vanished, replaced by an expression dark as coal. He stopped and lowered his head, scrutinizing his chest.

It really had changed. He’d just showered earlier and checked his figure in the mirror. Only a few hours had passed, yet his chest was noticeably bigger.

It was about the size of a xiaolongbao.

It wouldn’t have been so noticeable in regular clothes, but his pajamas were thin and tight-fitting. The change was obvious at a glance.

“What’s wrong?”

Wen Yang sensed the gloom coming off Ning Chu and realized he’d said the wrong thing.

“Nothing.”

Ning Chu raised his head and, smiling faintly, hung up the last two pieces of clothing.

Look on the bright side: this was because he’d thwarted Wen Yang’s happy-ever-after sex plot once again!

Some “god” who couldn’t stand seeing him do well had punished him again, trying to turn him into a woman as quickly as possible and force him to give in!

No way!

Even if he really did become a girl, that’d still be better than getting tossed between two men like the plot intended!

“Here, your bucket.”

Ning Chu handed the bucket to Wen Yang, then turned and went into the bathroom. He locked the door behind him, and a wave of sorrow suddenly stung his nose.

He took several deep breaths, forcing down the hurt in his heart, then pressed his lips together and examined the changes.

The most obvious change was in his pajama bottoms. They’d fit him just right before, but now they’d somehow grown a little tight, squeezing his butt and making him somewhat uncomfortable.

The fullness in his chest—and the pain—had grown more noticeable, too.

The rest seemed fine.

“Good. The changes aren’t too bad.” Ning Chu let out a sigh of relief. “At least I didn’t get punished with a sudden stomachache this time.”

What he feared most was turning into a woman right after Wen Yang lost his virginity and Zhang Shaoqing went dark.

Then he’d truly become the novel’s female supporting character, and the plot where Wen Yang and Zhang Shaoqing pinned him beneath them would unfold naturally.

At 1.6 meters tall, he wouldn’t stand a chance against two grown men. They could completely overpower him without even trying...

That was terrifying.

Much worse than becoming a woman!

Only after reaffirming his resolve to keep Wen Yang, the male lead of this smut novel, a virgin did Ning Chu get dressed and return to the dorm.

He’d already pushed his earlier hurt to the back of his mind. The moment he saw Wen Yang, he put on a slightly ingratiating, eager smile again. “Wen Yang, do you have any plans this weekend?”

Wen Yang was sitting at the computer. He nodded without thinking. “Tomorrow morning, Fox from the class next door asked me to go see a movie. Then the owner of the café outside campus wants me to come by in the afternoon and try some new items.”

So you’ve got a pretty packed schedule, huh!

I just got you out of the bar plot, and now you’re pulling this stuff!

You call that seeing a movie? Trying new items? It’s embarrassing just hearing you say it!

Ning Chu’s face flushed with anger. He pressed his lips together and glared at Wen Yang, trying to kill him with a look.

“And the day after that, there’s a succubus upperclassman from the art department…”

As Wen Yang spoke, he turned to look at Ning Chu standing beside him. Ning Chu had his arms crossed, his sweet smile long gone. His eyes glistened, his cheeks were red, and he glared at Wen Yang with a wounded expression.

A strange sense of guilt welled up in Wen Yang, as if he’d let Ning Chu down. His words began to stumble.

“Uh… do you have plans this weekend?”

“I do!”

“But I already made plans with them.” Wen Yang sounded a little awkward as he tried to explain. “They’re so persistent.”

More like they’re thirsty for you, aren’t they?

Ning Chu asked irritably, “So you’re casting a wide net, huh?”

“They were so eager to ask me out. I couldn’t exactly turn them down…”

Fair enough. As the male lead, Wen Yang was always popular with girls.

And most guys would say yes if girls asked them out again and again.

Ning Chu suddenly realized Wen Yang wasn’t the problem. It was those shameless sluts!