The plots in smutty web novels are usually absurd, but the inspiration comes either from hentai doujinshi or things the author’s heard about in the news.

Take the plot that just got triggered this time: a party hosted by a Succubus, where she and a few close friends could share several high-quality men. It went on for a whole day and night, and the villain was drained so badly he couldn’t get out of bed for days.

Right! This plot in the book was clearly written for Zhang Shaoqing!

Wen Yang’s plots lean more toward romantic luck—mostly mutual attraction or being pursued, with plenty of ambiguous moments. Zhang Shaoqing’s plots are a lot more outrageous: stalking, trains, group sex...

After living in a smutty web novel for a while, Ning Chu could see how well the two of them fit their respective character settings.

Wen Yang is the more reserved type. Once he’s had a taste of sex, he’ll become more proactive, but right now he’s still a little virgin. Zhang Shaoqing was strictly raised from childhood. He’s outgoing, uninhibited, and loves a thrill. Once he turns dark, he’ll cast aside the law, morality, and ethics completely—but for now, he’s just a Thick-Skinned guy.

Ning Chu was a little confused.

So if he stopped Wen Yang from joining the club activity this time, would that count as him messing with the plot?

A few days later, the military training showcase.

The students marched in formation into the main field, which was gradually filled with row upon row of them.

“Holy crap! Those students are from the arts campus, right?”

Ning Chu was lost in thought when Zhang Shaoqing’s loud, startled voice suddenly rang in his ear. He turned toward the field entrance and saw row after row of handsome guys and beautiful girls filing in.

No wonder they studied the arts~ Even in a world full of handsome guys and beautiful girls, the students from the arts campus still stood out.

There were all kinds of handsome guys, and the beautiful girls bloomed like flowers in spring.

The students formed a ring around the field. Another row of tables and chairs had been set up on the stage, where several university administrators sat under a few sun umbrellas, smiling warmly at the freshmen.

“Useless university admins. They know it’s hot, and they know how to use umbrellas, too.” Zhang Shaoqing folded his arms and grumbled, “They make us do military training in thirty- or forty-degree heat. I’ve even peeled from the sun.”

Ning Chu nodded in deep agreement.

They really were useless!

But when he looked at the still-fair skin on his arms, he pursed his lips and glared at the sun in discontent.

What a letdown!

All it did was turn his slightly sickly pallor into a healthy pink. Why couldn’t it have made him tan? Like Wen Yang’s skin—now that looked manly~

“Sit!”

At the instructor’s command, Ning Chu plopped down on the ground.

This military training showcase was divided into two parts: student talent performances and demonstrations of what they’d learned during training.

But he wasn’t interested in either. He sat with his legs together and his knees raised, resting his hands on them and burying his head in the crook of his arms. Laziness practically radiated from him.

He was still thinking about the weekend villa party and barely had the mind to watch any of the performances.

Once these last few hours of military training were over, the weekend would finally begin.

Ning Chu was worried that after he pointed out there was something fishy about the club party, Wen Yang might get even more excited about going. Then things could go just like last weekend: Ning Chu would find a way to distract him, and Wen Yang would sneak off anyway.

But he was just a little virgin. Even the bar twins hadn’t gotten anywhere with Wen Yang. Would he really have the guts to go to a party like that?

“Ning Chu, Ning Chu.” Zhang Shaoqing suddenly leaned over with a cheeky grin. “You going out this weekend?”

“Aren’t you going home?”

His expression suddenly darkened, making Ning Chu’s heart skip a beat.

This guy changed expressions way too fast! Ning Chu was already worried he might turn dark, and with that gloomy thug-like look, it seemed like he could snap and start hitting someone at any moment.

“I only have to go home for half a day. I’ll just say something came up at school.” Zhang Shaoqing ran a hand through his head of dyed-blond hair. His gloomy expression quickly gave way to a grin, and he asked Ning Chu teasingly, “So, you in?”

“Where to?”

“That party Wen Yang told us about!”

Holy crap! Since when are you interested?

Ning Chu leaned back in alarm, putting some distance between himself and Zhang Shaoqing. “Wait, that party definitely isn’t anything decent, right?”

“If it were decent, I wouldn’t want to go! Seven or eight girls, and one of them’s a Succubus. Heh~ And you can bring a friend, too.”

At the sight of that sleazy grin, Ning Chu shook his head rapidly. “No way. If you want to go, go by yourself. I’m definitely not going.”

His dick still wasn’t working right. Even if he really was tempted, he’d just be the butt of everyone’s jokes at a party like that—and who knew, he might end up getting caught between two guys ahead of schedule.

“Tch~ What a chicken!”

Zhang Shaoqing turned to go find Wen Yang, but Ning Chu hurriedly grabbed him. “Wen Yang’s not going either! He told me that already!”

“Why does he sound like he’s henpecked? You say he’s not going, and he just listens?”

“...”

Ning Chu nearly cursed him out, but took a few seconds to calm down before trying to talk him out of it. “You shouldn’t go looking for trouble, either. Why don’t we play games together in the dorm?”

“I’m not Wen Yang. Why should I listen to you?” Zhang Shaoqing stopped in his tracks, rubbed his chin, and looked Ning Chu up and down. Then he flashed a classic villain’s grin. “But I guess I don’t have to go...”

That look sent a chill through Ning Chu. He instinctively folded his arms across his chest and frowned uneasily.

“How about we go to a bar together tonight? I haven’t been in ages.”

This guy! If he wasn’t going to a group-sex party, he wanted to go to a bar! Couldn’t he think of anywhere decent to go?

“I can’t even drink.”

“Perfect. Once we’re drunk, you can carry us back.”

“I don’t have any money...”

“My treat!”

Zhang Shaoqing was dead set on going either to a bar or to the party. Ning Chu’s mouth twitched, and he had to give in on one of them. “Then... the bar?”

He’d never been to a bar before, and curiosity got the better of him. He wanted to find out whether the bars in this smutty web novel had bunny girls.

“Heh, you really can’t stand to see us having any luck with girls, can you~ First you made excuses to stop Wen Yang from going on a date, and now you won’t let me go experience a Succubus.”

“If it weren’t for my Lingling already...”

Zhang Shaoqing immediately shut his mouth, then nodded emphatically. “Nice one! I’m with you!”

“No, I mean, shouldn’t you stop going to these obviously sketchy parties in the future, too?”

“You say that like I’ve been to one before. I’m just curious.” He rolled his eyes at Ning Chu. “Just thinking about it sounds exciting.”

That was true. Zhang Shaoqing’s family was really strict. He had to call home every night to report in, and he had to go home every weekend... Forget group-sex parties—there was a chance he was a virgin, too.

Thinking of that, Ning Chu cautiously teased him, “You’re not a little virgin like Wen Yang, too, are you?”

“Heh.”

Zhang Shaoqing turned and walked away.

Was that because he thought the question wasn’t worth answering, or because he was embarrassed?

Ning Chu stared at his retreating back in surprise, then heard the instructor bark, “Sit down! Why are you wandering around?”

Seeing Zhang Shaoqing plop down on the spot like a scolded puppy, Ning Chu couldn’t help laughing. Only then did he look toward the performances at the center of the field and realize that several classes had already begun demonstrating what they’d learned during training.

His class would be up soon.

Ning Chu stretched his legs and loosened up, afraid of embarrassing himself in front of a crowd of thousands.

After moving around only a little, his face went pale, and he clutched his lower abdomen.

Was he... coming down with a chill?

Or was it because he’d stopped the group-sex party plot?