Chapter 407. It’s Growing!
“I can’t believe it! Ning Chu is a succubus, right?”
“Then she lived in the boys’ dorm for several months before?”
“Is she that casual? No wonder she’s a succubus!”
“Public bus?”
“Eh! How much is it?”
“I heard she’s a shemale.”
“How could Wen Yang like this kind of person?”
The harsh rumors swirled around her like daggers, piercing into Ning Chu’s chest, making her breath quicken and her heart race until she could barely stand it. Then, suddenly, her mind cleared, and her eyes shot open.
She gasped for air, staring blankly at the dark ceiling, feeling her heart threatening to leap out of her chest, her expression a mix of panic and confusion.
She had a strange dream…
Ning Chu’s breathing gradually slowed, but her mood sank uncontrollably, her nose tingling.
Since she crossed over, she had heard countless rumors about herself, but she never took them to heart, too busy focusing on disrupting the plot to avoid being exposed to consider gossip at all.
But now, it was fine if becoming a girl was handed to her, yet she broke down because of a dream.
When she first had a dream about being surrounded by boys, it didn’t feel this painful.
“What’s wrong?”
Ning Chu then realized Wen Yang was already awake, quietly watching her.
“I had a nightmare.”
“I could tell; your breath was so fast, it woke me up.”
Wen Yang knew she was prone to fainting when emotionally agitated and had witnessed it once before, so he paid extra attention whenever her breathing quickened.
“What was the dream about?”
“Uh…” Ning Chu paused, scratching her head, “I forgot.”
As her mind slowly cleared, the hurtful words from the dream slipped away, leaving only vague fragments behind.
Suddenly, her fingers brushed against something unusual; she stopped and scratched, “I just washed my hair last night…”
After scratching a few times without success, feeling a strange sensation, Ning Chu suddenly realized this might not just be dandruff.
“Turn on the light, help me take a look!”
She completely forgot about the nightmare and hurriedly sat up.
Wen Yang turned on the room lights, looking at Ning Chu, who had lowered her head to him, getting a bit closer as he carefully sifted through her long hair.
He peeled back the strands that reached her shoulders and saw something the size of a fingernail embedded in Ning Chu’s scalp.
“How is it? A particularly stubborn dandruff?”
“Can’t see it clearly.”
Wen Yang gently pressed down on the small bump, rubbing with his fingertip. The little demoness froze, then suddenly slumped forward, leaning against his chest.
“……”
He looked down at Ning Chu’s flushed face and confirmed, “Looks like you’re growing horns, but just a little.”
Her reaction was almost identical to being unexpectedly grabbed by the tail.
“Don’t touch it randomly~”
That protest sounded like a flirtatious coo, soft and breathy.
Ning Chu finally managed to sit up again, panting, and shot Wen Yang an exasperated eye-roll.
Who knows why, but when she touched it, it never felt too strange. Yet when someone else did, sensitivity transformed her into a puddle.
Just like how her newly grown horns were, so too was her tail, and other sensitive spots were the same.
“Can you take a picture for me?”
“Can’t take it clearly, it’s hidden in your hair.”
“Oh well… What color? Is it noticeable?”
“Black; if you cover it with your hair, it’s hardly visible.”
Ning Chu sighed softly, lightly tapping her head, before lying back down on the bed.
According to normal growth trends, it would take several months for those horns to fully develop, but she wasn’t exactly normal.
By the time the sisterhood plot was over, her horns might just bloom overnight.
Her hands unconsciously went to touch the sides of her head where the horns were starting to peek out, making her feel like she had two pimples—though they didn’t hurt or itch, her hands were just being naughty.
The texture wasn’t as hard as she imagined; it felt pretty smooth…
“It’s seven o’clock. Should I go downstairs and buy you breakfast?”
“Sure~”
Having gone to bed early last night and had a midnight snack, Ning Chu was now full of energy.
Still, she curled up in her warm blanket, lazily unwilling to get up, “I want fried buns, and a bowl of noodles with intestines~”
“Send me the money; it’ll cost around twenty.”
“That expensive?! Are you trying to embezzle?!”
“Don’t I have to eat too?”
Watching Wen Yang leave, Ning Chu turned over and continued to poke at her newly sprouted horns.
Could she no longer sleep on her side?!
Maybe not; if they were the right shape, she could even use them as a pillow?
So strange…
Wen Yang seems to really like the steering wheel. Once her horns grow fully, who knows how much his attack speed and power would increase, while she, with her horns and tail, would probably lack the strength to oppose him.
Ning Chu sighed gloomily.
Let’s just hope she doesn’t faint… otherwise, she wouldn’t even get to enjoy it.
As for whether the horns would poke someone or ruin pillows, that wasn’t a worry; horns usually weren’t sharp.
Last night, Grandma’s phone call cleared up a lot of mysteries for her, but unfortunately, Grandma was a succubus too, with rather unhealthy thoughts; as soon as she heard a bit of Ning Chu’s panting, her mind went wild.
No explanation would suffice; Grandma would just respond with a meaningful “oh” that women understand.
That image of her obedient and sensible granddaughter? Gone!
Perhaps her mom had shared her glorious tale of not returning home on New Year’s Eve with Grandma; Ning Chu’s image in Grandma’s mind was probably already that of a succubus who only knew ghs.
Mom really does a lot of bad things!
Growing horns had thrown Ning Chu’s thoughts into chaos, leading her to imagine bizarre things.
One moment thinking about the posture of being gripped by the steering wheel, the next imagining what her mom would look like with horns, and then drifting off to contemplate that if she ever wanted to dye her hair, she would probably want to dye her horns too.
Getting a haircut might not be too convenient either?
Wen Yang came back with breakfast, pushing open the door and glimpsing the lost-in-thought Ning Chu on the bed.
“What are you thinking? Get up to eat.”
“Nothing.” Ning Chu finally snapped back to reality, rolled over to sit up, and wrapped herself in the blanket like a zongzi on the sofa.
“Wen Yang, once my classmates find out I’m a succubus and that I used to live in the boys’ dorm…”
Holding a bowl of noodle soup, she asked worriedly, “They won’t say anything ridiculous, will they?”
“Um… Why are you suddenly so concerned about this?”
“Don’t think about those messy things. If anyone talks nonsense, I’ll handle it and help clear the air.”
Wen Yang looked up and, seeing her face still full of concern, joked to comfort her, “As long as someone talks nonsense, I’ll catch them and beat them to death! How about that?”
“What if you lose to them?”
“Then you sneak up and give them a whack from behind.”
Ning Chu shot Wen Yang a white glance, but a hint of a smile flickered in her eyes, “And then we’ll both send our heads to the guillotine?”
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