A Straight Wife Fallen from the Sky - Chapter 36.3

Mu Jiahui’s forehead was lined with black streaks as she was forced to endure the little succubus’s joy. She couldn’t crush the girl’s spirit, so she had to play along and offer praise. It was hard.

She never wanted to be a teacher again. Mu Jiahui felt genuinely concerned about her own mental state for the months to come.

“Mumu taught me well, and I tested well, so my reward… can I have it right now!”

The “Great Harmony of Life,” hehehe…

Sang Zhancheng let out a foolish, giddy laugh that made Mu Jiahui’s skin crawl. It’s just meditation, isn’t it? Is this kid really that excited?

“It’s past eleven o’clock. Are you sure you want to do it today?” Mu Jiahui didn’t understand, but she knew meditation required time.

“When does Mumu want to do it?” Sang Zhancheng fully respected her partner’s wishes.

“Tomorrow. Tomorrow morning. I’ll give you half an hour at most.”

“Uh…” Sang Zhancheng didn’t know which part to complain about first.

Was it that her partner preferred “daytime indulgence,” or that thirty minutes was such a short duration?

Could it be that Mu Jiahui was… incapable?

Sang Zhancheng gave Mu Jiahui a suspicious look. No, that’s not right. We’re both girls, what is there to be ‘incapable’ of? Mu Jiahui exercises regularly; her physical stamina can’t be bad. That must mean thirty minutes is enough to satisfy her.

Reassured, Sang Zhancheng happily tried to pull Mu Jiahui toward the bed for a “rehearsal.”

Mu Jiahui held her down. “Finish today’s work today. Organize your corrected mistakes before you sleep.”

Sang Zhancheng froze. “All nine subjects?”

That did seem like a lot. Mu Jiahui thought about it and showed mercy. “Then just fix the Physics ones.”

Sang Zhancheng wanted to cry but had no tears. Physics was the subject she failed the most; correcting it would truly be the death of her. Under Mu Jiahui’s pressure, however, she had no choice but to obey.

As she corrected her mistakes, she thought about the “Great Harmony” tomorrow, and her spirits lifted again, her tail sprouting pink hearts.

Mu Jiahui sensed that this “Great Harmony of Life” wasn’t as simple as she thought. After finishing the revision plan, she pulled out her phone.

—What does “Great Harmony of Life” refer to?—

—The “Great Harmony of Life” is a euphemism for [censored], meaning [censored]. It usually involves two or more individuals engaging in [求 censored] behavior, and then [censored]. (Note: No racial restrictions, but it is not recommended for Light and Dark races to [censored] together.)—

Mu Jiahui stared at the screen full of censored blocks and fell into a deep silence. Her brain stalled.

[Censored] what? What [censored]?

She stared at the passage for a long time but failed to grasp its true meaning. Maybe it really is meditation. “Meditation” is two characters in Chinese, and so is the censored block. She managed to convince herself.

The next morning, Mu Jiahui opened her eyes to find Sang Zhancheng pressing down on her, looking at her with an intoxicated gaze.

Mu Jiahui nearly kicked her off.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Mu Jiahui swallowed hard. She felt inexplicably afraid, even though Sang Zhancheng was just a cute, weak little girl.

“Mumu~ you’re awake~” Sang Zhancheng propped her head on her hand, once again marveling at her excellent taste in a partner. Mu Jiahui’s sleeping face was so beautiful—serene with a hint of sharpness. She loved it.

“Let me up. Breakfast isn’t made yet.” Mu Jiahui pretended nothing was wrong, trying to force things back onto a normal track.

“No~ there’s no rush, it’s still early.” Sang Zhancheng moved upward, wrapping her arms around Mu Jiahui’s neck and rubbing against her twice, even going so far as to bury her face in the crook of Mu Jiahui’s neck to inhale her scent.

The ticklish sensation of Sang Zhancheng’s breath made Mu Jiahui flinch.

“Don’t do this…” Mu Jiahui pushed her feebly, her voice weakening.

“I like Mumu, doesn’t Mumu like me?” Sang Zhancheng tilted her head slightly, whispering against Mu Jiahui’s ear.

The succubus’s charm magic was inadvertently turned up to the maximum.

Mu Jiahui had a moment of daze, allowing Sang Zhancheng to seize the opportunity to get even more intimate.

“Mumu definitely likes me too,” Sang Zhancheng answered her own question. Her hand brushed Mu Jiahui’s collarbone before taking Mu Jiahui’s hand and placing it on her own waist.

“In that case, let’s do the Great Harmony of Life!” Sang Zhancheng’s eyes were literally beaming hearts.

The moment she touched Sang Zhancheng’s body, Mu Jiahui finally understood what those censored blocks meant.

She jolted awake, shoved Sang Zhancheng aside, scrambled out of bed, and bolted for the bathroom.

Sang Zhancheng sat there stunned for several minutes. It wasn’t until the demonic power within her could no longer sustain the charm magic that she snapped out of it.

“Mu… Mumu?” Why did she run away? Didn’t we agree? Sang Zhancheng’s tail didn’t even have the energy to wag. She wanted to “eat meat,” but Mu Jiahui seemed unwilling… Heartbroken, the little succubus went to the bathroom door.

She couldn’t force her, so she could only ask.

“Mumu? Are you okay?”

The only reply was the faint sound of running water. Sang Zhancheng leaned against the door. No matter how dense she was, she could see that Mu Jiahui was repulsed by physical intimacy.

But why? Was it because she thought she wasn’t pretty enough?

This made Sang Zhancheng incredibly depressed. She opened the wardrobe and began posing in front of the full-length mirror. To her, she looked beautiful and cute from every angle; how could anyone dislike her face?

Maybe it was because she was “flat”? Sang Zhancheng looked down and saw her own feet. I’m not that small, am I…

Sang Zhancheng took off her outer clothes to inspect herself more closely.

Just then, Mu Jiahui finished calming down and stepped out of the bathroom, only to see a half-naked Sang Zhancheng. Their eyes met, and Mu Jiahui’s face exploded in a deep red.

Since they were partners and Mu Jiahui had already seen her tail and wings, Sang Zhancheng didn’t think much of it and walked toward her openly.

“Wh-what are you doing! Stay back!”

Mu Jiahui slammed the door shut, retreating back into the safety of the bathroom.

This is terrifying. Mu Jiahui covered her face and crouched on the floor against the door, unable to remain calm. She thought Sang Zhancheng was trying a different tactic after the direct approach failed.

Meanwhile, Sang Zhancheng thought Mu Jiahui truly loathed her. She also crouched down and began drawing circles on the floor. She was so sad. So that’s why Mu Jiahui hasn’t touched me for so long.

After an unknown amount of time, Mu Jiahui finally opened the door. She held a bath towel and threw it over Sang Zhancheng the moment she saw her, covering her body.

This succubus really didn’t put her clothes back on!

“In broad daylight, how can you do something so… so scandalous!” Mu Jiahui didn’t even dare to look, keeping her eyes squeezed shut.

“What do you mean… even if you don’t like my body, you don’t have to say it like that…” Wrapped in the towel, Sang Zhancheng felt miserable. She was at home with her partner—how was that scandalous? It had to be because Mu Jiahui didn’t like her.

“No, it’s not that I don’t like it. You’re great!” Mu Jiahui quickly countered, sensing a potential body-image crisis.

She opened her eyes and saw Sang Zhancheng wrapped in the towel again. She immediately covered them.

Sang Zhancheng noticed her ears were red. Oh, she’s just shy. Sang Zhancheng felt relieved.

“Don’t be shy, Mumu. We’re partners, it’s okay for you to look.” Sang Zhancheng moved to open the towel.

As if sensing it, Mu Jiahui pinned her hand down.

“Besides, you promised me we would do it,” Sang Zhancheng said, letting go of the towel as it slipped to the floor anyway.

“I didn’t know that’s what you meant!” Mu Jiahui turned around instantly to face the wall, refusing to look at her little succubus.

Sang Zhancheng was unhappy. She was determined to “eat meat” today. She leaned in, pressing her body against Mu Jiahui’s back and hugging her.

“We’ve been partners for so long… if we don’t do anything, the other succubbi will laugh at me. And you… you’re breaking your word! You promised, wah…”

The more Sang Zhancheng spoke, the more aggrieved she became. Mu Jiahui could feel her back getting damp with tears.

“But…” Mu Jiahui couldn’t convince herself. She didn’t like it, and she didn’t want to do it.

“You promised… I looked forward to it for two days, I was so happy… Mu Jiahui, you’re a big, lying meanie!” Sang Zhancheng even started scolding her.

Mu Jiahui fell silent. Soothing a student’s emotions was a teacher’s responsibility. But this method of soothing… Mu Jiahui felt that if she agreed, she would be a beast.

“I don’t know how,” Mu Jiahui refused.

Sang Zhancheng sobbed twice. “Then I can do it, wah… you promised, how can you, how can you… waaaah!”

Mu Jiahui couldn’t listen anymore. The little succubus’s wailing was more effective than her charm magic. Mu Jiahui gave up her resistance.

“I’ll… I’ll try my best.” She really didn’t know how, but she wanted someone else touching her even less. Since she had promised, she couldn’t go back on her word. They were partners anyway; if she was a beast, then so be it.

…

Despite saying thirty minutes, Mu Jiahui really did finish within thirty minutes. She went to wash her hands, leaving Sang Zhancheng lying on the bed staring at the ceiling.

What do I do? That didn’t feel as good as I imagined.

Mu Jiahui was like… she was just completing a task, her heart wasn’t in it. Am I going to be the first frigid succubus in history? Sang Zhancheng tried to savor the memory, tried to convince herself, but unbidden tears still fell.

Why? Weren’t they “heart-to-heart” partners? Why did she always feel Mu Jiahui was so far away? Moreover, Mu Jiahui hadn’t even taken off her clothes. Just now, when she tried to hug Mu Jiahui, she wasn’t allowed; Mu Jiahui had held her down so hard it hurt.

Mu Jiahui definitely had things she wasn’t telling her. Sang Zhancheng wiped her tears and buried herself in the quilt, crying silently.

In the bathroom, Mu Jiahui stared at her hands in a daze. So this kid really was lusting after my body.

Mu Jiahui washed away every trace. She couldn’t help but think of the first company she had joined. She hadn’t applied for a secretary position, but the boss had promoted her personally. In her innocence, she hadn’t refused. Who knew that agreeing was like a sheep entering a tiger’s den?

Mu Jiahui splashed water on her face, using the coldness to cool her brain. She had escaped; she had succeeded. But such things left brands on the heart that could never be forgotten. Not to mention that in her hometown, she had personally witnessed someone being forced.

The man had targeted her neighbor. Hearing the screams, she had used a chair to drive him away. In the middle of the night, the man broke into her house. Fortunately, she had many books by her bed; she had to throw them to drive him off.

How old was she then? She hadn’t even started middle school. Later, she moved into a school dormitory to escape the gossip. Consequently, even facing a girl like Sang Zhancheng, she was afraid.

She had psychological shadows; Sang Zhancheng did not. She saw [censored] as something dirty; Sang Zhancheng did not.

Mu Jiahui’s hands couldn’t stop trembling. The recent experience mixed with the pain of years ago hit her all at once, and she clutched her head.

After a long time, Mu Jiahui finally left the bathroom. Sang Zhancheng was still huddled under the covers sobbing. Mu Jiahui stared for a long while before finally turning her face away and leaving the bedroom.

Sang Zhancheng cried until she ran out of tears before slowly dragging herself out of bed. It took her quite a while to wash up. She waited for Mu Jiahui to come and nag her as usual, but it never happened.

When she left the bedroom, Mu Jiahui was making breakfast for her. It was as if nothing had happened. Sang Zhancheng hesitated before walking toward her.

Mu Jiahui was staring into space. The eggs were burnt to a crisp, but she didn’t move, her hand loosely gripping the spatula as if it might drop at any moment.

“Mu… Mu Jiahui, are you okay?” Sang Zhancheng couldn’t bring herself to say anything reproachful. Seeing Mu Jiahui like this made her heart ache. She tugged at Mu Jiahui’s sleeve.

Mu Jiahui didn’t snap out of it. She turned her head mechanically, let out a meaningless sound upon seeing Sang Zhancheng.

“Mu Jiahui!” Sang Zhancheng rarely called her by her full name. Usually, she used nicknames or “Partner Sister.”

Hearing her full name made Mu Jiahui shudder.

“What is it?” Mu Jiahui instinctively reached out to pat Sang Zhancheng’s head but pulled back immediately halfway through.

Sang Zhancheng was hurt by that gesture. She wasn’t sad anymore—just angry. She grabbed Mu Jiahui’s hand and forced it onto her own head.

You must pet this ruffled little beast. The thought popped into Mu Jiahui’s head. She sighed, finally noticing the charred eggs. She turned off the stove and gently smoothed Sang Zhancheng’s hair.

“Mumu… is something bothering you?” Sang Zhancheng felt comforted. She thought that even if Mu Jiahui wasn’t very willing, she had still done it with her, which was a kind of love. She must like her. It was just some secret trouble trapping her that caused such a reaction.

Mu Jiahui didn’t speak.

“Mumu, tell me, okay? We’re partners.” Sang Zhancheng cupped Mu Jiahui’s hand.

Mu Jiahui saw those swollen, red eyes. What should have been bright, dazzling glassy eyes were now clouded with a lingering mist. It was heartbreaking. Moreover, Sang Zhancheng’s voice was hoarse, and her tone was cautious, as if afraid of hurting Mu Jiahui.

Mu Jiahui felt like a scoundrel. A scoundrel who tricked someone’s feelings and then hurt them. Although technically, she was the one who was “forcibly claimed” at the start.

But the little succubus was so pure and cute. After spending time together, Mu Jiahui couldn’t say she had no feelings at all. Otherwise, how could a simple kiss make her lose her resistance and her heart race?

But she truly only saw Sang Zhancheng as a student—at most, a younger sister. But those wounds… to speak of them was too painful. And Sang Zhancheng was a junior; what right did she have to complain to a junior? She was the reliable adult; she should carry everything herself.

“I can’t…” Mu Jiahui’s hand had already been pulled to Sang Zhancheng’s cheek. She felt the soft elasticity of the girl’s skin, instinctively wanting to pull away while simultaneously craving the warmth.

Mu Jiahui shook her head, swallowing the rest of her words.

“Do you want a hug?” She thought Sang Zhancheng would like that. She wanted to make it up to her. Just one—she needed it, and she should give it.

Sang Zhancheng didn’t hesitate. As they embraced, Mu Jiahui finally relaxed her nerves that had been taught for years. She knew the person in front of her would never harm her. In truth, she was the one who needed the hug.

After the hug, Mu Jiahui returned to normal. She looked at the pan and nearly fainted. She had actually burnt the eggs! So thoroughly! Even she couldn’t eat them!

Mu Jiahui looked at the pan with mock despair. She would punish herself by not having eggs tomorrow to mourn this loss.

“Mumu?” Sang Zhancheng felt that Mu Jiahui was okay now. But the root problem wasn’t solved. Since she had asked twice and Mu Jiahui wouldn’t say, there was nothing she could do. Maybe she could find a Dream Demon friend to help. She knew someone from every race with “Demon” in their name.

“It’s nothing.” Mu Jiahui twitched the corner of her mouth. She was curious if other races could eat burnt food, but she couldn’t prank Sang Zhancheng like that, so she threw the failure away. “Go memorize vocabulary. I’ll have breakfast ready in a moment.”

Sang Zhancheng left in silence. She probably wouldn’t have time to see her Dream Demon friend.

“What are we learning today?” Everything was back to normal. Sang Zhancheng wagged her tail and leaned toward Mu Jiahui, watching her work while trying to slack off.

“Correct your mistakes first. You have so many waiting for you. Doing problems is useless if you don’t correct and summarize them.”

In fact, Mu Jiahui was scouring for study materials. Since Sang Zhancheng was so good to her, she had to repay her. And for Mu Jiahui, there was only one way to repay her: supervise Sang Zhancheng’s studies and lead her to the peak of succubus life.

“Fine, okay.” Sang Zhancheng went to correct her work.

Seeing her serious expression, Mu Jiahui was very pleased and went out to buy groceries. Within fifteen minutes of her return, she found Sang Zhancheng drawing in her notebook again.

“Sang Zhancheng! You promised to study seriously!” Mu Jiahui took three steps in two and snatched the notebook away.

“Waaaah!” Sang Zhancheng raised both hands in surrender. “It wasn’t me! I—I didn’t mean to!”

Mu Jiahui was nearly bursting a vein. Then, she saw Sang Zhancheng’s drawing. Five or six little figures—every single one of them was her.