A Straight Wife Fallen from the Sky - Chapter 22

“But there’s really so much, it’s a full three pages…” Sang Zhancheng’s tail drooped, dragging on the floor and twitching rhythmically; one look was enough to tell her mood had hit rock bottom.

Aside from waking up early, the second thing Sang Zhancheng hated most in her life was memorization.

Putting that much knowledge into her tiny head was impossible; she couldn’t keep it in. Knowledge was like magic—it would flow out of her body, and in a moment, she’d forget it all.

“It’s only three pages, that’s very little.” For Mu Jiahui, three pages of material could be finished in a single morning.

She glanced at Sang Zhancheng, who looked ready to give up, and spoke leisurely.

“For English, you have to memorize at least three thousand words. The three biology textbooks condensed down would be over ten pages. Politics, history, and geography require even more massive amounts of memorization to consolidate. Is three pages really a lot?”

“…” How many times would the little succubus’s pitiful brain capacity have to expand over this year to hold all that knowledge?

Sang Zhancheng couldn’t even calculate that much.

She wanted to cry but had no tears, deeply regretting having agreed to Mu Jiahui’s words last night.

“Mumu… can I not repeat the school year?” Sang Zhancheng carefully tugged at the corner of Mu Jiahui’s clothes.

“No!” On this issue, Mu Jiahui’s attitude was resolute; she wasn’t about to be moved by Sang Zhancheng’s puppy-like acting. “You promised me. Do you want to go back on your word?”

“Have you forgotten everything I said before?”

“Don’t you want kisses to replenish your magic?”

Under Mu Jiahui’s three soul-piercing questions, Sang Zhancheng slumped where she stood.

She wanted to be an honest and trustworthy good succubus, she didn’t want to end up on the streets, and she wanted the kisses to sustain her life even more.

She could only accept her fate of having to memorize so many things.

The little succubus lay on the floor for a while, then suddenly remembered she had just finished six exam papers.

She flipped up like a fish jumping out of water, trying to sit on Mu Jiahui.

“Mumu, kissy~” Even though her magic was saturated, she still wanted to be intimate with her partner sister.

Her partner sister was so beautiful; to leave those soft lips unkissed would be a total waste!

With a swift turn, Mu Jiahui dodged, and Sang Zhancheng sat on thin air, returning to the floor once again.

“Is your magic draining that fast? The biology book says your kind generally only needs to replenish once or twice a day. Is your health not good?” Mu Jiahui’s three-round review plan was almost finished. She hadn’t turned away on purpose, but she truly didn’t want Sang Zhancheng sitting on her.

“…You unromantic big meanie! Big demon! Devil!” Sang Zhancheng wailed out loud.

Why was it so hard just to get some affection! She was clearly a succubus!

Mu Jiahui was surprised.

If a “straight-as-steel” woman understood romance, could she still be called straight-as-steel?

Clearly not.

“Is your health really poor?” Was this something that couldn’t be talked about?

“It’s not! I’m very healthy, I’m fine even after being smashed by a big devil like you!” Sang Zhancheng wailed while rolling on the floor, throwing a tantrum and denouncing Mu Jiahui’s behavior.

Mu Jiahui completely failed to understand what Sang Zhancheng was complaining about.

However, she did at least remember the deal she had made with Sang Zhancheng.

Looking at it now, three kisses for two papers was too much.

This kid had spent the whole day on the papers, but her actual “brain-use” time was probably less than half an hour. Getting so many kisses so easily was truly letting her off too cheap.

“We agreed on three for every two… are you going to be someone who says but doesn’t, uh, believe? Is that the phrase?” Sang Zhancheng struggled with the idiom for a moment before continuing her accusation of Mu Jiahui’s breach of trust.

“You ‘says-but-doesn’t-believe’ human!”

The tables had truly turned.

Mu Jiahui pulled the little succubus up from her floor-bound tantrum, placed her in a chair, settled her down, and began to reason.

“It’s ‘going back on one’s word.’ Sigh… Tell me yourself, these six papers you did—do they really count? Are you sure it wasn’t just browsing the questions, realizing you didn’t know any, and handing me a blank sheet?”

The scene currently resembled a head teacher’s office.

Teacher Mu was “kindly” discussing the results of the last monthly exam with the student who ranked dead last in class.

And the “dead last” clearly had no self-awareness about how poorly she had performed; she was relying on her close relationship with the teacher to demand a reward to comfort her utterly un-exhausted brain.

“Well… that’s because you wouldn’t let me pick randomly! Otherwise, I definitely, at least, probably, could have filled the whole paper.” Sang Zhancheng spoke with conviction, though she sounded more and more guilty as she went on.

But in short, leaving it blank was all Mu Jiahui’s fault.

The little thing was actually blaming her.

Mu Jiahui took a deep breath, thinking of the string of zeros on the check and Sang Zhancheng’s puppy—no, succubus—tail, and calmed herself down.

“I definitely can’t count it as six papers. Let’s count it as two sets.”

“Make it three~ that’s one and a half extra~”

“Impossible. Say another word and you get nothing.”

Sang Zhancheng had no choice but to give up bargaining. She leaned over and lightly bit onto Mu Jiahui’s lips.

It was only three kisses; it would be over in the blink of an eye.

Mu Jiahui thought naively. She also couldn’t be blamed for being unfamiliar with different races, as she hadn’t considered the biological traits of the succubus race at all.

On the second day of her flash marriage, Mu Jiahui received seven kisses.

And it was under the temptation of money, with a just-turned-adult female.

She felt as if she had summoned the divine dragon and her soul could ascend to heaven on its back.

She really almost lost herself to the succubus’s naturally perfect kissing skills.

Throughout the process, she relied on the powerful mental suggestion of “this is just a task” to constantly interrupt the chaos in her brain, repeatedly dragging herself out of that light-headed state.

Time, therefore, seemed to flow very quickly.

One kiss lasted at least half an hour.

The little succubus was satisfied, her whole body radiating the aura of springtime.

The straight-laced Mu Jiahui hadn’t recovered yet, sitting in her chair in a daze.

What had she just experienced?

She looked at the clock. It seemed they had been kissing for over an hour.

She touched her lips; unsurprisingly, they were numb.

Accidentally brushing her earlobe, she found it was incredibly hot.

Her whole body felt like it was burning up; the sensation was strange to the extreme.

“I’m going to the bathroom!” Straight-laced Mu fled in panic, hiding in the bathroom.

The hearts in the little succubus’s eyes hadn’t faded yet.

Her magic was abundant, and her logic remained at a normal level; she knew following her wasn’t a good idea.

So, she did the next best thing: she sat in the office chair Mu Jiahui had just occupied and draped her partner’s coat over herself.

She bathed in her partner’s unique scent, and the color of her tail gradually turned a dangerous shade.

The scent lingered at the tip of her nose, occasionally plucking at Sang Zhancheng’s heartstrings.

Recalling her partner’s shy and embarrassed expression from just now, Sang Zhancheng was overjoyed—so much so that even memorizing dozens of pages of material didn’t seem so loathsome anymore.

She seemed to like Mu Jiahui a little bit more than when they first met.

Even though this person was annoying and forced her to study, she also brought her cake and could kiss her.

Her partner was the best in the world.

Mu Jiahui nearly took a cold shower.

She washed her face four times before she finally managed to bring her body temperature down.

She was straight; it was impossible for her to feel anything. Therefore, she attributed her abnormality to wearing too many clothes and the summer heat.

She let out a long breath and slapped her cheeks until the suspicious flush was gone before leaving the bathroom.

Next time they did a kissing task, she had to set a timer.

Five minutes, no more.

Otherwise, it was a waste of time; an hour and a half was enough to finish studying an entire textbook.

It wasn’t just the high school senior; the tutor’s burden was heavy too.

Entering the study, Mu Jiahui didn’t feel that Sang Zhancheng sitting in her chair and wearing her clothes was ambiguous or wrong. She simply took out the schedule she had prepared earlier and placed it in front of Sang Zhancheng.

“The review plan I made for you. Read it through once.”