A Straight Wife Fallen from the Sky - Chapter 3

“What are you talking about?” Mu Jiahui furrowed her brows.

Sang Zhancheng choked for a moment.

She was rejected, wasn’t she? Definitely.

The first confession in this succubus’s life had ended in such a failure; she felt like she should go pick petals in a corner and weep.

“What do you mean ‘traveled through’?” Mu Jiahui’s focus was on that phrase. As for the second sentence, she hadn’t yet reacted to the meaning behind it.

Sang Zhancheng instantly regained her vitality.

“…Eh?” It was just that Sang Zhancheng hadn’t expected the beautiful sister to ask this question.

This was also her first time dealing with a “traveler,” and she was suffering from a lack of experience.

Sang Zhancheng stood in place, tilting her head and blinking her eyes as her not-so-clever little brain thought at lightning speed.

The heart-tipped tail behind her wagged back and forth like a dog’s tail, full of rhythm and looking very much alive, which immediately caught Mu Jiahui’s attention.

At this moment, Mu Jiahui began to analyze her situation based on that one sentence from a stranger.

First, this place was clearly a hospital, but the symbol hanging on the wall behind her wasn’t a cross or a scalpel; it was a symbol made of vines, even sporting a halo commonly seen in cinematic works.

Secondly, using her less-perfect vision to look out, she saw many people in “strange costumes” in the corridor. They had various organs that were likely tails or wings, just like the stranger in front of her.

Judging from the stranger’s situation, they probably weren’t playing cosplay.

From what Mu Jiahui knew, her original world did not have the technology to attach tails, animal ears, and so on to the human body in such appropriate positions, let alone simulate realistic movement.

Finally, the air here felt different, as if dense molecules were squeezed together, making breathing a bit difficult—as if she had walked into a place filled with water vapor.

While Sang Zhancheng was racking her brain to think, Mu Jiahui had already reached a conclusion on her own.

She had probably, maybe, perhaps, traveled to another world.

“That tail of yours—is it real?” Mu Jiahui asked one last time to confirm.

“Eh?” Sang Zhancheng blanked for a second, then turned her head and discovered her tail had come out again.

A scream rushed to her throat.

Before the sound could escape, Sang Zhancheng bit her tongue, retreating repeatedly and wrapping her hands around her tail, wishing she could find a crack in the floor to crawl into.

She knew that if she screamed now, the scene would become even more awkward, and a Disney castle would likely rise from the ground out of thin air.

Adult succubus without partners have very little control over their magic.

Their magic is like flowing water, gushing out incessantly from a certain valve in their body.

Therefore, it was quite normal for someone to accidentally see their tail.

But having three people see her tail in one afternoon was, for a succubus, comparable to streaking in the streets.

Especially since one of them was the future partner Sang Zhancheng had set her sights on.

She wrapped the tail around her waist, looping it once, and tried hard to control the little magic she had left, wanting to pull the tail back into her body.

But Mu Jiahui very rudely leaned closer.

“And these wings. Are they real too?” She saw the heart-tip change color; even a temperature sensor couldn’t make a tail jump back and forth between pale pink and bright red like that.

Sang Zhancheng turned her head to glare at her, then gave a little whimper.

Mu Jiahui finally realized that this girl was shy.

She felt a bit embarrassed by her own low emotional intelligence and began to feel “cringer” enough to dig a hole with her toes.

The shy Sang Zhancheng began looking for a place to hide.

Under the bed was too narrow; she couldn’t fit.

The bedside table and the flower vase were out of the question.

She could only, under Mu Jiahui’s watchful gaze, climb onto the hospital bed, pull the white sheet over herself, and cover both her tail and wings completely.

“You looked at my wings and tail…” Sang Zhancheng said with tears in her eyes, her eyebrows drooping as she stared piteously at Mu Jiahui.

“So, they are real?” Mu Jiahui ignored her “I-see-you-and-pity-you” appearance, preoccupied with her questioning.

“Ugh… You looked and you’re still asking if they’re real! I’m a succubus, how could this tail be fake!”

For the first time, Sang Zhancheng felt that having a mouth wasn’t a good thing.

Otherwise, why would such a beautiful sister happen to have a mouth and become so annoying?

“Sorry. As you said, I am a traveler, and I really don’t know much about your world.” Mu Jiahui was now completely certain she had traveled.

As for whether she accepted it or not, she likely had no choice.

Oh well, she had endured days where one meal didn’t follow the next and had to hike for two hours on mountain roads to get to school; could life in this new world be any harder than that?

“You just hit me earlier!” The fact that the beautiful sister would apologize caused her favorability to increase by a hundred percent.

Sang Zhancheng, with a red face and biting her lip, took a stance of being “unreasonable yet bold.”

Before Mu Jiahui could react, Sang Zhancheng pressed for her advantage.

“You looked at my tail and wings, and you hit me. You can only repay me by giving yourself to me in marriage!”

Today, Mu Jiahui witnessed the immense shock of language. She froze in place, her brain crashing.

By the time Mu Jiahui finally reacted to the meaning of “partner” in the succubus lady’s mouth, she had already arrived at the Guard Bureau of Wu City.

Along the way, she saw many different species.

They were of all heights and sizes, and most of them openly displayed their racial characteristics.

For example, cat ears and dog tails, as well as the angel halos and vine hair Mu Jiahui had seen in the hospital.

Why is the succubus lady next to me unwilling to let people see her racial traits? Mu Jiahui pondered while allowing a police officer—who appeared to be of the Ghost Tribe—to verify her identity.

Sang Zhancheng accompanied her throughout, acting as her “external vocal organ,” answering every question even if she didn’t know the answer.

“When did she arrive in our world?” The officer saw how things were and directed questions only to Sang Zhancheng.

She had thought this new member couldn’t understand the local language. It wasn’t as if such a situation hadn’t occurred before.

“Four hours ago, at the intersection of Xiaonan Street, falling from the sky.” And she hit me on the head.

“Species? Yours and hers.”

“She is probably human; I am a succubus.” Sang Zhancheng made a finger-heart toward Mu Jiahui, who was undergoing a magic scan.

Mu Jiahui didn’t understand; she didn’t know why this girl was pinching the air—even catching mosquitoes didn’t look like that.

“Name.”

“I am Sang Zhancheng, she is Mu Jiahui.”

The Ghost officer found Sang Zhancheng’s information and then began to input Mu Jiahui’s.

“Which characters are in her name?”

“I don’t know!” The little succubus looked quite proud.

Mu Jiahui, who had been left out of the cold, finally found an opportunity to interact.

“The Mu with the grain radical, the Jia as in ‘award,’ and the Hui as in ‘flowers and plants’.”

Since she could understand the speech, it seemed the writing of the two words was the same.

As expected, the officer lady didn’t say much more.

She just took an extra look at the succubus, wondering about the relationship between the two.

The succubus being stared at was currently typing on her phone, searching for her prospective partner’s name.

Such a complicated name, but it suits the beautiful sister so well!

“Is she your partner?” The officer asked as soon as the thought occurred to her, as she happened to need to fill in the “social relations” column.

She didn’t even care that Mu Jiahui had only been in this world for four hours.

Sang Zhancheng was an adult succubus; four hours was enough for her to hook someone.

Especially since this person was a human with zero magic resistance.

“Yes!” Beating Mu Jiahui to the punch, Sang Zhancheng replied with absolute certainty.