A Straight Wife Fallen from the Sky - Chapter 25

“One whole unit?” Sang Zhancheng’s jaw dropped in disbelief.

“That’s tonight’s mission. It’s not much, right? The beginning of any textbook is always short and simple—it’s all basic stuff. I believe you can do it.”

Mu Jiahui adjusted her ponytail, then skillfully and quickly coiled it into a flat bun. She proceeded to pick out the books Sang Zhancheng would need to study next.

“Five pages starting from this one; the supplementary material is just the first two pages. I’ll be out running for about forty minutes. One unit—no problem, right?”

Sang Zhancheng was left dazed by this continuous barrage of trust.

Combined with the fact that the beautiful older sister had changed her hairstyle from a ponytail to a much more refreshing and suitable bun, Sang Zhancheng’s heart raced and her breathing grew shallow. She felt as if she were being wrapped in honey, unable to stay clear-headed.

“No problem, I can do it!” Since Mu Jiahui trusted her so much, she couldn’t let that trust go to waste!

“Good girl. If the cake shop is still open when I get back, I’ll bring you a cake. What do you want to eat?” Mu Jiahui was coaxing her like a child.

And the “child” was thoroughly coaxed.

In this moment, Mu Jiahui’s image grew taller and more magnificent, like a goddess radiating benevolent light, descending to the side of the little succubus.

The little succubus almost blurted out the words, “I want to eat you.”

Cupping her face in her hands, she leaned back happily against the chair.

“Mumu, you’re too good~ I really like you~”

“Don’t like me; there’s no future in it,” Mu Jiahui replied instinctively, the rejection slipping out without a second thought.

Sang Zhancheng froze on the spot. “Ah? But… but we are… partners…”

Only then did Mu Jiahui realize she had said the wrong thing.

While it was a fact that liking her would lead nowhere, it was also a fact that she had somehow ended up as partners with this “little pudding.”

Ordinary people did indeed usually like their significant others.

But Mu Jiahui was clearly not an ordinary person.

“Ahem. I didn’t say anything. What kind of cake do you want?” Mu Jiahui performed an emergency maneuver, displaying a survival instinct of nearly zero.

Fortunately, Sang Zhancheng was broad-minded.

“Mille-feuille! Fruit or matcha flavor are both fine! If those are sold out, then chiffon cake. Oh, I want to eat them all~ Mumu, you decide, mua~”

Mu Jiahui shrunk her neck slightly, trying to dodge the little succubus’s invisible air-kiss.

It was too sappy; it made her feel uncomfortable all over.

She simply took the clothes she bought that morning into the bathroom, spent a few dozen seconds changing, and then headed downstairs with the key to Sang Zhancheng’s house.

Left at home, Sang Zhancheng was high-spirited and enthusiastic, filled with the ambition to study hard.

She flipped open the Grade 10 math book.

The first page had two large words: Sets.

There were several examples below, and the second page contained a summarized definition.

The supplementary material listed the definitions and characteristics in bold, featuring more examples and problems.

“A set is a collection of certain specified objects… My ‘object’ (partner) is so nice, she’s going to bring me cake later… I want something sweet, and also Mom’s fried noodles. If I could have a glass of sake with that…”

In less than two minutes, Sang Zhancheng was staring out the window, her thoughts having already drifted a thousand miles away.

Her mind wandered from her partner to food, and she realized she was a bit hungry and should probably eat dinner.

Then she thought about waiting for Mu Jiahui to come back so they could eat together, and her thoughts gradually drifted toward the “indescribable.”

She really wanted to experience it once.

That kind of mortal ecstasy—she hadn’t tried it since she was young. They said every succubus loved it.

She really wanted to try…

Thinking about it, Sang Zhancheng took out her phone.

She wasn’t particularly addicted to the internet and didn’t play with her phone often; usually, she passed the time by going out.

But since she couldn’t leave the house and had no one to accompany her, her phone became the best distraction.

She poked around and found the “Must-Visit Site for Adult Succubi” her mother had sent her.

Inside, as expected, was a pile of things that made one’s face flush.

With red ears, Sang Zhancheng found the female-female category, clicked on one at random, and began to appreciate it.

So, it required this and that, and then…

As she watched, the face of the female lead in the video turned into Mu Jiahui’s.

By the time the short clip ended, the little succubus was “fully cooked.”

Not just her face, her whole body was flushed, complementing her pink hair perfectly.

She was incredibly shy, yet she felt a deep anticipation for that kind of thing.

She lay prone on the desk for a while, still unable to clear those images from her mind.

She really wanted to play—wanted to play with her partner.

Sang Zhancheng watched two more, learning quite a bit of new “knowledge.”

Then, she tossed her phone aside, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.

The little succubus had completely put learning out of her mind.

Mu Jiahui, who was out for a night run, stayed out a bit longer than expected.

The residents here were quite warm; they would greet even a stranger.

Midway through, a girl with cat ears and a tail joined in, running alongside Mu Jiahui.

“My name is Tang Xinyue. I haven’t seen you before, meow,” the cat-eared girl said.

“I’m new. Mu Jiahui,” Mu Jiahui replied. Seeing that the girl’s gear was professional, she figured she wasn’t just there to hit on her.

“I see, meow. I have a running group. All the running enthusiasts nearby have joined. Do you want to join, meow?” Tang Xinyue fit the common impression of a cat-girl perfectly—every sentence ended with “meow.”

“I don’t have any social media accounts yet.” This was the truth.

Mu Jiahui actually wanted to join. She was new to this world, and everything was foreign to her.

If she wanted to integrate into society, find a job, and save money to eventually find a Great Mage to return to her original world, she couldn’t do it without meeting people.

“A transmigrator?”

“Yes.” Mu Jiahui noticed that quite a few people recognized Tang Xinyue, which made her feel a bit more at ease.

Tang Xinyue was quite surprised to find her new partner’s guard dropping.

Actually, security was very good in this era—the kind where you didn’t even need to lock your door when going out.

Very few people were so wary of strangers, which was why Tang Xinyue had recognized Mu Jiahui as a transmigrator so quickly.

Within two minutes, other runners joined their group.

Tang Xinyue greeted them and introduced Mu Jiahui as well.

The girls started chatting happily among themselves.

Mu Jiahui just listened, gathering information without participating in their topics.

“The general election is coming up again. Who are you all planning to support?”

“The All-Species Party, I think. Their policies are good; they even look after minority races like the Lizardmen.”

“But they set taxes very high, and prices are rising every year. I think the Undead Party’s policies are quite interesting. I’m planning to give them a try.”

After listening for a while, Mu Jiahui suddenly became curious about their views on succubi.

“May I ask, what do you all think of the Succubus race?”

The girls looked at each other.

“We’re not very familiar with them. Their population is large, but they seem to have very little presence,” said a girl with horns on her head.

“I have a relative whose partner is a succubus. They’re so affectionate; I’m actually quite envious,” another girl with pointed ears added.

“Do you know someone from the Succubus race, meow?” Tang Xinyue looked at Mu Jiahui.

“My… partner is a succubus,” Mu Jiahui finally said the word.

“Wow, then you’re in luck. Succubi are experts in both bedroom matters and daily life. They’re very capable,” the pointed-eared girl said with obvious envy in her tone.

“I thought you were single, meow~ So this cake is for her, meow?” Tang Xinyue looked at the bag in Mu Jiahui’s hand.

“Yes.” Mu Jiahui understood now. Everyone’s perception of succubi was that they were “virtuous wives and mothers.” No wonder the “little pudding” had so little confidence.

With such a social evaluation, no matter how much she was a child raised in a jar of honey, she couldn’t possibly have confidence in her own abilities.

What’s more, her family probably agreed with this assessment.

I need to encourage her properly, Mu Jiahui thought.