Trapped in Paradise

Chapter 37



Chapter 37 – The Succubus Gathering

Who knows what strange plot Wen Yang triggered again?

After lunch, feeling full, a wave of sleepiness and fatigue hit him all at once.

On a normal day, he would choose to take a nap, but today his mind was heavy, and his eyes kept sneaking glances at Wen Yang, fearing that this guy might get flirted with by some girl when he wasn’t paying attention.

He picked up a plush toy from his desk, looked at the anime playing on his computer, and clenched his fists, punching the toy’s head over and over.

“I’ll destroy you! Always getting me into trouble!”

The plush toy he was now punishing was the result of Wen Yang’s ring toss win, now serving as his avatar for a good bashing.

Finally unable to hold back, he asked Wen Yang, “Why does it smell like you bathed in perfume?”

He really didn’t want Wen Yang to think he had some possessive tendencies, but his anxious heart, coupled with fears of guys lurking around, made it hard to control.

“I was just curious,” he added quickly.

Wen Yang had already anticipated the question and took the opportunity to complain about the cafeteria incident: “Some little club insisted on recruiting me. They contacted me online a few days ago, and when I showed up at the cafeteria today, they cornered me.”

“I had no choice but to accept,” Wen Yang shrugged and sighed. “I’d rather take a few extra gaming orders online than waste time on clubs.”

A club, huh?

Ning Chu recalled the vast square he passed every day on the way back to the dormitory, filled with various club recruitment booths. He had once considered joining one too.

“Oh, oh~” He feigned realization, secretly relieved.

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

If he was worried about Wen Yang getting approached by girls at club activities, he could just join too.

According to Wen Yang, the club was desperate for new members, so it should be easy.

“By the way, they’re having a gathering this weekend. I think they’re renting a villa, so why don’t we all go check it out?” Wen Yang suddenly turned to ask the others in the dorm.

Wang Jie seemed a bit tempted: “I’ve never stayed in a villa…”

“What’s the point of staying in a villa?”

“A villa?!” Ning Chu’s voice accidentally went a bit sharp, and when he saw his roommates looking over, he quickly echoed Zhang Shaoqing’s words, “Exactly, what’s the point?!”

“Shaoqing has probably lived in a villa for over ten years, so of course, he finds it boring,” Wen Yang rolled his eyes at him, “Have you ever stayed in one?”

Ning Chu replied confidently, “I have! Doesn’t my self-built house in the countryside count as a villa?”

He still wasn’t sure if Wen Yang’s so-called gathering was what he suspected or if it was a genuine gathering and casually asked, “Who’s the club president?”

“Apparently it’s a girl. She’s probably a succubus?”

“……”

Zhang Shaoqing’s interest was piqued instantly: “I heard succubi are pretty wild! Lucky you!”

Wang Jie’s eyes sparkled: “Is she pretty? How old is she?”

“I haven’t seen her, how would I know?”

“That girl in our class should be a E-cup, right?”

When the topic of succubi came up, the few lewd guys turned red and excitedly started discussing them.

“Rumor has it that the average succubus is D-cup and above! Is that true?”

“I heard succubi have heart-shaped tattoos on their bellies. Has anyone seen that?”

Zhang Shaoqing rolled his eyes at Wang Jie: “Do you think they’re just hanging around showing off their bellies?”

“Have you never seen a rich second-generation young master?”

They were in a heated discussion, each one of them looking like a perv, and even Wen Yang, who Ning Chu originally hoped would be more serious, joined in.

“The succubus in our class seems really cold? She doesn’t seem to like talking to people.”

“She’s just putting on a front~ Wen Yang, you’re so popular with girls, hasn’t she ever approached you?”

“Not at all.”

“Wow~ A succubus with a no-flirt policy?”

But Ning Chu looked terrible, sitting quietly in his spot without a word.

Villa, gathering, succubi.

It was hard not to associate those three keywords with something strange.

Plus, there were indeed scenes in books where succubus organizations threw parties for group activities, which made him feel even worse.

What if Wen Yang triggered another new plot?

Whether the plot was broken or Wen Yang just went along with it… the former would lead to Ning Chu becoming more feminine, and the latter would mean he would become a girl and get groped.

“Ning Chu, what’s your take on succubi?”

Wen Yang noticed Ning Chu’s silence and asked him directly.

“Not much…”

Even though he was really interested in succubi in his past life—which was why this type of character appeared in the book—now, every girl trying to flirt with Wen Yang was considered a bad woman!

“Do you prefer younger ones?” Zhang Shaoqing teased with a grin, “That’s fine too. Little ones have their own charm. Succubi are usually the mature type, so you two wouldn’t match well.”

Ning Chu rolled his eyes at him, too lazy to engage this guy.

Earlier he had worried Zhang Shaoqing wouldn’t handle pressure well and would darken at the slightest setback, but now he realized this guy was just a carefree joker, never taking anything seriously.

“I’m going to take a nap, don’t disturb me.”

With that, Ning Chu climbed the ladder to his bed, yawning as he lay down.

“Alright, scatter, scatter! We have military training this afternoon, so hurry and catch some z’s.”

A few minutes later, Wen Yang also climbed up and was about to lie down when he noticed Ning Chu suddenly changing direction, facing his bed.

He looked down at Ning Chu, who was lying flat with his eyes slightly moist and sleepy, occasionally yawning. That innocent little face glowing with health made one’s heart melt.

“What’s wrong?”

Ning Chu finally opened his eyes, looked at Wen Yang sitting at the head of the bed, and whispered, “I feel like there’s something wrong with your club activities—it’s probably a group activity…”

“What do you mean?”

“The president is a succubus!”

Zhang Shaoqing overheard: “Ning Chu! You’re totally in the wrong here! So what if she’s a succubus? What would you do without succubi, huh?”

“Go away!”

“You have a prejudice against succubi! A stereotype!”

Ning Chu completely ignored him, looking worriedly at Wen Yang: “Can we skip it? I’m afraid something’s going to go wrong…”

Wen Yang scratched his head, looking at Ning Chu’s pleading eyes. As someone who had been forced to join a club, he simply nodded: “Alright.”

“That’s good…”

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

Last time, even with the help of some twin girls and alcohol, he couldn’t handle Wen Yang; this time it would be even less likely.

Ning Chu turned over but still felt a bit uneasy.

Tossing and turning without falling asleep, he decided to look up a hot-line against exploitation online.

If Wen Yang really wanted to go, he couldn’t blame him for reporting it!

In the realm of Small Royal Text, would those law enforcement officers even be reliable? He hoped he wouldn’t get caught up in it himself.



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