A Straight Wife Fallen from the Sky - Chapter 17

Mu Jiahui almost let out a string of “civilized Huaxia curses.”

She forcibly stopped herself, taking a deep breath to steady her emotions.

Sang Zhancheng, completely oblivious, pressed herself against Mu Jiahui. They were so close that she only had to tilt her head slightly to kiss Mu Jiahui’s cheek.

Recalling the sensation of touching her the previous night, Sang Zhancheng couldn’t help herself.

Her tail flicked up. She turned her head and gently began to enjoy Mu Jiahui’s soft, springy cheek.

Mu Jiahui immediately held down the restless little succubus.

“You wrote like that and you still want a kiss?”

Before Sang Zhancheng could even register the feeling of the kiss, she was forcibly pulled away.

Her tail drooped instantly, and her expression followed suit a second later. She looked at Mu Jiahui with an immense sense of grievance.

“But I really did finish writing it. Mu-mu~ You said if I finished the paper, I’d get a kiss.” Sang Zhancheng crossed her hands helplessly, her expression looking incredibly pitiful.

However, if one looked closely, they could spot a hint of coquettishness hidden within—Sang Zhancheng’s little scheme.

She wanted a kiss; she wanted magic; she wanted to be close to her partner.

They had been partners for a whole day, yet she was still a “maiden.” As a succubus, such a thing would be embarrassing if word got out. Furthermore, the irresistible instincts in her blood were stirring up many desires.

She had unconsciously begun using her charms.

Mu Jiahui only felt that the swaying tail was making her dizzy.

The level of dizziness wasn’t low; her body felt weak, and at any moment, she felt she might collapse toward Sang Zhancheng.

She gripped the chair firmly and closed her eyes for a moment, and her mind instantly cleared.

Mu Jiahui had no experience with being under a spell; otherwise, she would have certainly understood why she had just felt so lightheaded.

“And Mu-mu, Mu-mu… time is up. If you don’t kiss me now, I’ll… you know, right?” Sang Zhancheng continued to wag her tail.

Seeing that Mu Jiahui wasn’t looking at her, she stood up and practically lunged in front of Mu Jiahui, her eyes sparkling with intense anticipation.

Mu Jiahui pinched her philtrum.

How could there be a race as troublesome as succubi!

If Sang Zhancheng had to take an exam later and ran out of magic halfway through, would Mu Jiahui have to go in and accompany her? Would they have to kiss in the middle of the examination hall while the other students were disturbed?

“Tch,” Mu Jiahui clicked her tongue involuntarily.

“Fine, come here.” She closed her eyes, looking like a hero facing execution, which amused Sang Zhancheng.

Her Mu-mu really was most beautiful when her eyes were closed and she was silent!

Sang Zhancheng leaned in, hugged Mu Jiahui, and finally kissed those lips as she had wished.

With her mouth blocked and the hug tightening, Mu Jiahui felt a bit breathless.

She pressed against Sang Zhancheng’s shoulders, applying a bit of force to ensure they didn’t have any points of contact other than their lips.

Sang Zhancheng was immersed in the sweetness and comfort of the kiss and the swelling satisfaction of her magic being replenished; for a moment, she didn’t notice Mu Jiahui’s resistance.

She greedily absorbed the magic from Mu Jiahui’s body, storing it within herself.

Once “recharged,” the succubus’s brain seemed to function much better; she suddenly seemed to remember how to solve the first multiple-choice question.

But in a flash, Sang Zhancheng tossed mathematics to the back of her mind.

She was kissing right now; how could she think about something so mood-killing?

She deepened the kiss lingeringly, nearly pulling Mu Jiahui into a dark abyss of desire.

During the kiss, Mu Jiahui felt her body temperature rising unnaturally, as if she had run a kilometer or was suffering from the awkwardness of messing up a speech.

Mu Jiahui was naturally prone to feeling cold and usually wore many layers. Now that she was heating up, she began to sweat, and it became unbearable.

However, the place where their saliva exchanged brought bursts of clear, sweet coolness, reducing the discomfort of the heat.

Even though Mu Jiahui didn’t want to drag it out, her brain was drowning in hormones, and she didn’t have the willpower to pull away immediately.

It took her a full five minutes to convince herself to stop. She dodged Sang Zhancheng’s lips and teeth, turned her head away, and breathed heavily in the stifling air, panting incessantly.

Sang Zhancheng’s eyes were almost turning into red hearts.

She licked her lips. Her partner’s magic-infused sweetness was swept into her mouth like nectar from the heavens; Sang Zhancheng was already intoxicated.

She wanted more.

A succubus’s reputation for lust didn’t just refer to their strong desires, but also to the “addiction” brought about by their unique physiological structure.

Sang Zhancheng reached out again to hook her arms around Mu Jiahui’s neck.

Even though she had no real experience—and hadn’t even had time to look at the heirloom “little picture book” her mother gave her—she knew that these clothes were getting in the way.

Mu Jiahui hadn’t yet recovered from that kiss, so Sang Zhancheng managed to get her way.

“It’s so hot, Mu-mu. Are you hot?” The tone didn’t sound like she was actually asking about the temperature.

And Sang Zhancheng’s restless hands hinted at the deeper meaning of those words.

Just as Sang Zhancheng unbuttoned two of Mu Jiahui’s buttons and prepared to kiss her again, Mu Jiahui moved.

The physical contact triggered a momentary stress response. Mu Jiahui grabbed Sang Zhancheng’s hand, nearly pushing her away violently.

Fortunately, Mu Jiahui still had some awareness left and didn’t actually strike her.

Meeting Sang Zhancheng’s dazed eyes, Mu Jiahui didn’t know how to respond for a moment.

“…Then turn on the air conditioner,” she said, struggling to recall Sang Zhancheng’s question from a moment ago.

All the ambiguous pink bubbles shattered and dissipated with that one sentence.

The pink hearts that had yet to fully form in Sang Zhancheng’s eyes faded.

Her heart shattered into pieces.

They had only kissed for five minutes and hadn’t even moved to the next step. Was she… incompetent?

She was a succubus! Mu Jiahui was a human! In these matters, how could a succubus be suppressed by a human!

But Mu Jiahui simply didn’t fall for Sang Zhancheng’s various seductions.

Sang Zhancheng’s eyes began to well up with tears again.

Look at how hot the child is; she’s crying from the heat, Mu Jiahui thought.

Mu Jiahui stood up mechanically, walked to the remote control in the study, and stiffly raised her hand to lower the temperature by one degree.

Looking closely, Mu Jiahui’s hand was shaking slightly.

She had just recalled some unpleasant memories.

That unforgettable, bone-deep feeling of disgust crawled over her entire body, instantly overwriting the pleasant experience of the kiss and interrupting the succubus’s magic.

Mu Jiahui took a few deep breaths to calm her heart.

She picked up the “roadblock” little succubus, set her aside, and returned to her seat, preparing to start criticizing her for writing “I don’t know how to do this” all over the paper.

The little succubus grabbed the pen, scribbled a bit, and actually solved the first multiple-choice question.

Then, she arched her back and leaned over, pressing against Mu Jiahui’s wrist, her eyes shining brightly.

She seemed to be saying: Praise me!

“…Let me see if it’s right first.” Mu Jiahui’s expression was still a bit unnatural.

It was partly because of the sudden surge of emotions and partly because of the sweet kiss earlier.

“Awoo~” Sang Zhancheng’s mood brightened again.

One paper for three kisses. She still had two left. This time, she would strive to last for half an hour!

“Tch.” The familiar click of the tongue. Sang Zhancheng shrank her neck.

“Little one, can you be a bit more careful?” Mu Jiahui pointed at the “3” on her scratch paper.

“You wrote 3, but you chose option 5. In this whole paper, this is the only one you knew how to do, and you still didn’t get a single point.”

Only then did Sang Zhancheng notice she had chosen the wrong option.

“Ugh… I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“Who makes a careless mistake on purpose? Be more careful in the future. You can’t keep making these mistakes.”

Mu Jiahui felt her standards lowering invisibly.

She actually felt that Sang Zhancheng being able to do one problem was not bad—even if she was careless, at least she knew how to solve it?

“Mhm, mhm.” Sang Zhancheng would definitely do it again next time.

She leaned in to rub against Mu Jiahui’s cheek again. Even if she didn’t succeed, it didn’t matter. She wagged her tail happily and whispered softly in Mu Jiahui’s ear: “Mu-mu~ There are two kisses left. Can we do them now?”

“?” Mu Jiahui shrank back, not quite understanding Sang Zhancheng’s logic.

“You said three kisses for finishing the papers.” Sang Zhancheng trusted her memory, even though she only remembered hearing the number “3.”

“I said three kisses for two papers… Tell me, if it’s three kisses for two papers, how many should I give you for writing just one?”