No idea if Wen Yang had triggered some weird plotline again.

After lunch, with his stomach full, sleepiness and fatigue came crashing over him all at once.

On an ordinary day, he’d take a nap around now. But today, he had too much on his mind. Every so often, he’d glance at Wen Yang out of the corner of his eye, afraid the guy would get hit on by some girl while he wasn’t looking.

He picked up a plush toy from his desk and watched the anime playing on his computer, his hand clenched into a fist as he punched the toy in the head again and again.

I’ll beat you to death! You’re always getting me into trouble!

The plush toy Wen Yang had won at a ring toss had become his stand-in, and Ning Chu was mercilessly pummeling it.

At last, he couldn’t hold it in anymore and asked Wen Yang, “Why did you smell so strongly of perfume just now?”

He really didn’t want Wen Yang to think he was controlling, but his restless heart and fear of being caught between two men still made it impossible to hold back.

“I was just curious,” he added.

Wen Yang had already guessed he’d ask. It also gave him a chance to complain about what had happened in the cafeteria. “This little club kept trying to recruit me. They’d already contacted me online a few days ago, but I wasn’t interested. Then they caught me in the cafeteria today.”

“I couldn’t really get out of it, so I had to say yes.” Wen Yang shrugged and sighed helplessly. “If I’m going to spend time on a club, I’d rather take a couple more boosting jobs online.”

A club, huh?

Ning Chu thought of the huge plaza he passed every day on his way back to the dorm from the sports field. It was always packed with club recruitment booths of every kind. He’d even considered joining one himself.

“Oh, I see~” He looked as if he’d finally figured it out, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

He couldn’t exactly stop Wen Yang from joining a club, could he?

If he was worried some girl might hit on Wen Yang during club activities, he could just join too.

From what Wen Yang said, the club was desperate for new members, so joining shouldn’t be difficult.

“Oh, right. They’re having a get-together this weekend. I think they said they’re renting a villa. Why don’t we all go check it out?” Wen Yang suddenly turned around and asked the others in the dorm.

Wang Jie was tempted. “I’ve never stayed in a villa before...”

“What’s so great about staying in a villa?”

“A villa?!” Ning Chu’s voice came out a little sharper than he meant it to. When his roommates all looked over, he immediately echoed Zhang Shaoqing: “Exactly! What’s so great about staying in a villa?”

“Shaoqing’s probably lived in villas for over a decade, so of course he thinks they’re boring.” Wen Yang rolled his eyes at him. “Have you ever stayed in one?”

Ning Chu said, with complete confidence, “Of course I have! Doesn’t a house built by your own family in the countryside count as a villa?”

He still wasn’t sure whether the get-together Wen Yang mentioned was really what he suspected, or just an ordinary party. Pretending to ask casually, he said, “So, who’s the club president?”

“I heard it’s a girl. She’s probably a Succubus, right?”

“...”

Zhang Shaoqing perked right up. “I hear Succubi are all insanely hot! You’re in for a treat!”

Wang Jie’s eyes lit up. “Is she pretty? How big is she?”

“I haven’t met her yet. How would I know?”

“The one in our class is probably an E cup, right?”

The moment Succubi came up, the horny guys all flushed with excitement and eagerly started talking about them.

“I heard Succubi are all at least a D cup! Is that true?”

“I heard Succubi have heart-shaped tattoos on their stomachs. Has anyone here seen one?”

Zhang Shaoqing rolled his eyes at Wang Jie. “Why would anyone show you their stomach?”

“You’re a rich young master. You’ve never seen one?”

They were all fired up, acting like a bunch of horny pervs. Even Wen Yang, whom Ning Chu had always counted on to be above that sort of thing, joined in.

“That Succubus in our class seems pretty cold. She looks like she doesn’t want to talk to anyone.”

“She’s only cold around other people~ Wen Yang, girls love you. Hasn’t she ever made a move on you?”

“Nope.”

“Whoa~ A chaste Succubus?”

Ning Chu, meanwhile, sat in his seat with a grim look on his face, saying nothing.

A villa. A party. A Succubus.

It was hard not to imagine something weird when those three words came together.

And the book really did have a scene where a Succubus group threw a party and had an orgy. That only made him feel more uneasy.

Wen Yang had probably triggered another plotline.

Whether the plot got derailed or Wen Yang went along with it... the first would make Ning Chu even more feminine, while the second would turn him into a girl and get him thoroughly railed.

“Ning Chu, what do you think of Succubi?”

Wen Yang noticed Ning Chu hadn’t said a word and asked him directly.

“Nothing in particular...”

In his previous life, he’d been especially interested in Succubi. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have put monster girls like them in his book. But now, any girl who tried to hit on Wen Yang was officially a bad woman!

“You like them on the petite side?” Zhang Shaoqing teased him with a cheeky grin. “There’s nothing wrong with that. Small has its perks. Succubi are usually the mature type, so one wouldn’t really suit you.”

Ning Chu rolled his eyes at him, too lazy to respond.

He’d worried before that Zhang Shaoqing might not be able to handle setbacks and would turn dark at the slightest hardship. Now he realized the guy was just Thick-Skinned. He was always grinning and joking around, never acting serious. It seemed like nothing ever got to him.

“I’m going to take a nap. Keep it down.”

With that, Ning Chu got up, climbed the ladder to his bed, and flopped down with a string of yawns.

“All right, break it up. We’ve got military training this afternoon. Let’s get some sleep.”

A few minutes later, Wen Yang climbed up to his bed too. He was just about to lie down when Ning Chu suddenly sat up and turned around, facing his bed.

He looked down at Ning Chu, who was lying on his back, the corners of his eyes damp with sleepiness as he yawned now and then. His pretty face had a healthy flush, and his completely unguarded, sleepy expression made Wen Yang’s heart soften.

“What is it?”

Only then did Ning Chu open his eyes. Looking at Wen Yang sitting at the head of his bed, he said softly, “I have a bad feeling about that club event of yours. It might be some kind of group sex thing...”

“What makes you say that?”

“The president’s a Succubus!”

Zhang Shaoqing heard him. “Ning Chu! That’s not fair! What’s wrong with Succubi? If there weren’t any Succubi, would you put on a show for us instead?”

“Get lost!”

“You’re being prejudiced against Succubi! That’s a stereotype!”

Ning Chu ignored him and continued gazing at Wen Yang anxiously. “Can’t you just not go? I’m worried something might happen...”

Wen Yang scratched his head. Seeing Ning Chu’s pleading, hopeful look, he nodded without hesitation. He’d been dragged into the club in the first place. “Sure.”

“That’s good...”

After more than a week of “training,” Wen Yang was listening to him more and more.

The twins and the alcohol hadn’t been enough to win Wen Yang over last time. This time would be even less likely to work.

Ning Chu rolled over, but he still couldn’t settle down.

He tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, so he looked up a number online to report an illegal sex party.

If Wen Yang really went, Ning Chu couldn’t be blamed for calling the cops!

Calling in a vice raid over some smutty little story... Could the cops even handle that? Don’t get yourself dragged into it.