A Straight Wife Fallen from the Sky - Chapter 46

Some people looked nervous, their cold sweat visible to the naked eye, their magic power nearly bursting through the examination hall’s suppression devices.

Others appeared relaxed, chatting with friends. Sang Zhancheng could hear them discussing physics formulas from two meters away.

In such a tense atmosphere, even the little succubus, who had wanted to get intimate with Mu Jiahui for a bit longer, had no choice but to take out her notebook and start memorizing formulas.

Though, she didn’t quite know why she was memorizing physics formulas before a Chinese exam.

Mu Jiahui had obtained a proctor’s certificate and followed the group into the school. She helped Sang Zhancheng carry her things, including essentials like chocolate and water.

There were even metaphysical talismans that Sang Xunmo had asked for on Sang Zhancheng’s behalf. Since magic truly existed in this world, these talismans were effective; therefore, they couldn’t be brought into the exam room and had to be handed over to the proctors for safekeeping.

“Good luck, baby,” Mu Jiahui said, patting Sang Zhancheng on the head.

The two shared a shallow kiss to replenish magic power. Then, following the broadcast instructions, Sang Zhancheng went to line up for entry.

Mu Jiahui’s proctoring shift was in the afternoon, but the school’s teaching and research group had business with her, so she headed toward the office.

Two middle-aged people were sitting inside. Based on Mu Jiahui’s judgment, these two were likely humans.

After chatting for a bit, Mu Jiahui discovered that they were also transmigrators from another dimension who wanted to consult her about study methods from other worlds.

Mu Jiahui had a pleasant conversation with them and managed to get a lot of internal materials for Sang Zhancheng.

These two teachers had once been “involution kings” hyper-competitive students themselves, the kind from Hengshui High School.

Even the top high school in Mu Jiahui’s city couldn’t match the college entrance rates of that legendary school.

However, the competitive pressure in that place was immense. Mu Jiahui didn’t know if she would have been able to get into her dream school if she had been born into Hengshui High.

Now, the two teachers had become “involution masters” helping others compete, and Mu Jiahui was also leading Sang Zhancheng through the competitive gauntlet of the college entrance exam.

Some things remain the same even in an alternate world.

By the time the first session ended, Mu Jiahui was still chatting with some lingering interest.

But she had to pick up her little succubus. When she reached the exam hall, she saw Sang Zhancheng from a distance talking to a girl.

“Ah, Mumu!” Sensing Mu Jiahui’s arrival, Sang Zhancheng waved at her.

The girl beside her had long, pointed ears and milky-white hair. The girl pushed up her glasses and looked at Mu Jiahui.

“How was it?” Mu Jiahui pulled Sang Zhancheng over, linking arms with her, feeling inexplicably defensive.

The white-haired girl coughed and instinctively took a step back.

“I think it went okay! This is Bai Qingyi. She sat to my right during the exam, so we got to know each other” Sang Zhancheng introduced her excitedly to Mu Jiahui.

She didn’t look discouraged at all; she seemed truly confident.

During this time, Sang Zhancheng continued to greet several other unfamiliar girls.

Mu Jiahui took a deep breath. Her grip shifted from linking arms to throwing an arm around Sang Zhancheng’s shoulder.

As expected of a succubus, her social skills were truly powerful.

In just one morning, with most of the time spent testing, she had already managed to meet so many people.

If she took this skill into a career, it would bring her great convenience.

Mu Jiahui patted Sang Zhancheng’s head again, acting somewhat as if she were marking her territory.

Bai Qingyi felt exhausted watching this.

She didn’t have any ulterior motives at all.

She was an elf, a race leaning toward the Light; staying too close to a succubus for long would make both of them feel uncomfortable all over.

She simply saw that Sang Zhancheng had the potential to be a top student and wanted to “involute” (compete/study hard) with her.

“She said she wanted to eat lunch with me. Mumu, do you think that’s okay?” Sang Zhancheng was still speaking excitedly.

Bai Qingyi let out an “uh.”

The way Mu Jiahui was looking at her wasn’t right.

“This… guardian. I just wanted to compare answers with Student Sang.”

Bai Qingyi hurried to explain.

But as soon as she said it, Mu Jiahui felt even more compelled to pull Sang Zhancheng away.

Unless one is a top-tier scholar, the biggest taboo during exams is comparing answers session by session.

If you did well, it’s easy to get overexcited and affect the next subject. If you did poorly, your mindset could easily collapse, which would also affect the next exam.

Sang Zhancheng was clearly not a top-tier scholar.

Naturally, Mu Jiahui had to stop her from comparing answers.

“Mumu~ I didn’t realize you liked me this much!” To think she wouldn’t even allow her to eat lunch with someone else—the possessiveness was so strong, she loved it.

Mu Jiahui flicked Sang Zhancheng’s forehead.

“No, what are you thinking? I just don’t want you to compare answers with her. From now on, until all subjects are finished, you are not allowed to compare answers.”

“Ow…” Sang Zhancheng clutched her forehead.

“Then, then does Mumu not like me?”

The little succubus looked like she was about to cry again.

Mu Jiahui was momentarily speechless.

“I didn’t mean that… I, I like, like you.”

Seeing her hesitate for so long and blush, Sang Zhancheng broke into a smile.

“Hehe, I knew Mumu liked me~ I like Mumu too! What’s for lunch?”

“Your sister prepared a meal for you. Go back and rest for a bit. You have to work hard for the math exam this afternoon too.” Mu Jiahui felt like she had averted a crisis and breathed a sigh of relief.

The two returned home.

Sang Xunmo was preparing the pastries she intended to sell in the afternoon.

Her snacks had received unprecedented popularity in the running group. Now, she had joined two or three more neighborhood groups. Just preparing the pastries took up most of her day.

Her job coming home late from the nightclub was no longer suitable for her.

She really wanted to just quit and focus on making snacks, but she still needed other people’s body fluids.

Sang Xunmo was internally troubled by this matter.

However, she didn’t show it on her face. She had to take care of her two sisters who were preparing for exams; she couldn’t afford to collapse first.

“Cheng-zi, and sister’s partner, you’re back. How was it?” Sang Xunmo wiped her hands, covered the dough, and came out to greet them.

“It should be good! Sister~ are you making soufflés today?”

“…I can make them today.” Wasn’t it just a matter of changing the menu? For her sister taking the exams, she could do it.

“Thank you, Sister! Sister is the best!”

Sang Zhancheng was happy, but Mu Jiahui, standing to the side, started feeling sour.

What should she do if her girl was this friendly to everyone?

Sang Zhancheng hadn’t said she was the “best Mumu” for half an hour. She was so jealous.

But that was Sang Zhancheng’s biological sister. Mu Jiahui tried hard to calm her feelings; she couldn’t be jealous of the girl’s own sister.

“Mumu~ you’re the best one!” Fortunately, while a succubus might not be sensitive to everything, they had their own way of dealing with jealousy.

Sang Zhancheng lunged into Mu Jiahui’s arms, hugging her tightly and absorbing the scent of jealousy from her.

She spoke softly, but in the quiet house, who wouldn’t hear?

Sang Mujin, who had been ordered to stay in the study and wasn’t allowed out until she finished a full set of exercises, bit the eraser of her pencil and started to cry.

She wanted to snuggle with her partner too! She didn’t want to do these problems at all!

The two-and-a-half-day “First Diagnostic” exam ended in this cycle.

That night, Sang Zhancheng, feeling that she had performed well, pinned Mu Jiahui down, wanting to do something for adults.

The two tried hard to control their volume, starting with a kiss.

Mu Jiahui didn’t realize at first what Sang Zhancheng wanted to do.

She thought the girl was just excited from finishing the exams and wanted a reward.

She wrapped her arms around Sang Zhancheng’s waist, attempting to use all the techniques she had studied hard over the last two days.

First, one must not fixate on a single spot.

Mu Jiahui cupped Sang Zhancheng’s face with her other hand, pecking her gently and changing directions occasionally.

Their breaths brushed against different patches of skin, deepening a certain yearning in their hearts.

The penetration of the kiss should be slow; don’t make the other person uncomfortable.

Mu Jiahui slowly pried open Sang Zhancheng’s lips and explored inside.

She overlooked the fact that Sang Zhancheng was not a shy girl.

Sang Zhancheng couldn’t wait for Mu Jiahui to move to the next step—to get everything done in one go, even.

Mu Jiahui was nearly overwhelmed by Sang Zhancheng’s passionate counter-attack.

Sang Zhancheng was like an undisciplined, enthusiastic puppy, licking and biting intensely in all directions. It lacked technique, but it conveyed an intense love.

Mu Jiahui gradually forgot the techniques she had read about and focused on controlling her breathing.

In the dark of the night, Sang Zhancheng reached out and turned off the flickering light, making full preparations for what was to come.

She thought the atmosphere was just right; surely Mu Jiahui wouldn’t refuse this time?

With her eyes closed, Mu Jiahui could only feel the light go out.

She sensed Sang Zhancheng’s movements with her body until Sang Zhancheng unfastened her first button.

Mu Jiahui’s breathing became erratic. She suddenly snapped her eyes open and nearly pushed Sang Zhancheng over.

Sang Zhancheng lost her balance and fell onto the bed.

She instinctively pulled Mu Jiahui, causing her to almost fall on top of her.

“Mumu… you don’t want to?” Sang Zhancheng hooked her arms around Mu Jiahui’s neck, blinking, not letting her escape.

Mu Jiahui swallowed hard.

Meeting Sang Zhancheng’s expectant eyes, she felt more than just a little flustered.

The thing she had worried about before had finally arrived.

“I, I… I don’t want to…” Mu Jiahui retreated directly out of Sang Zhancheng’s reach and ran toward the door.

“Wait, wait!” Oh no. Sang Zhancheng scrambled off the bed to chase after Mu Jiahui.

“No, Mumu! I wasn’t trying to force you, don’t run!” Sang Zhancheng forgot to control her volume.

Sang Mujin was woken up from her sleep.

“What’s wrong, Sister?” She rubbed her eyes and opened her door, tripping the charging, Mu Jiahui.

Only then did Sang Zhancheng catch up to her.

“Mumu… don’t run. I really didn’t mean to force you…” She hugged Mu Jiahui tightly and unexpectedly felt the person in her arms trembling.

She really must have some kind of hidden difficulty. Sang Zhancheng felt a bit regretful; perhaps she shouldn’t have done that.

“It’s not that…” Mu Jiahui took several deep breaths to calm down.

Seeing her current situation clearly, she gave a bitter smile.

Could she really never escape her past?

She had finally convinced herself to get a girlfriend, but facing this kind of thing, she still couldn’t do it.

“It’s okay, Mumu… even if we never do it for a lifetime, I’m okay with it.” Sang Zhancheng was still comforting Mu Jiahui.

She might really become the first “frigid” succubus in history.

Mu Jiahui didn’t say anything.

Sang Zhancheng gave her younger sister a look, and Sang Mujin had no choice but to close her door.

The two stayed in that position for a while before Mu Jiahui turned around and hugged Sang Zhancheng.

“I’m really useless…” She buried her head in Sang Zhancheng’s embrace, feeling her liked—and liking—person stroking her from the top of her head to her spine.

The feeling was so good, yet she still couldn’t forget the fear.

“It’s okay… don’t be afraid. I, I won’t do this anymore.” Sang Zhancheng nuzzled Mu Jiahui’s face.

She loved her, so she was willing to give up this… thing she should have looked forward to most.

After all, they still had a long future to walk together. They could work hard together and live a better life.

So compared to sex, Sang Zhancheng looked forward more to traveling with Mu Jiahui, throwing parties on holidays, working and studying late into the night together, and then going to the balcony to feel the breeze and watch the night.

“You asked me about the past.” Mu Jiahui shook her head and stood up with Sang Zhancheng.

They returned to the room. Mu Jiahui held Sang Zhancheng, curling up in a corner of the bed.

Love is not a one-sided affair. How could Mu Jiahui bear to let Sang Zhancheng sacrifice for her over and over?

It was clearly a normal thing between a couple.

Mu Jiahui wanted to overcome her psychological barrier.

“Mm… it’s okay if you don’t want to say it.” Sang Zhancheng reached out and gently touched Mu Jiahui’s cheek.

“I want to say it. Perhaps only by saying it can things get better.” Mu Jiahui closed her eyes, finally letting her thoughts fly back to many years ago.