A Straight Wife Fallen from the Sky - Chapter 49

The family of four squeezed together for lunch.

Originally, Sang Zhancheng ’s parents said they wanted to come over, but they were driven back by Sang Xunmo. It was a rare New Year’s occasion, and Sang Xunmo didn’t want anyone to disturb her good mood.

After finishing the meal, the experienced Sang Xunmo sensed something and made up an excuse to take her youngest sister away from the house.

“Sister? Where are you taking me?” Sang Mujin looked at the road, feeling that something wasn’t quite right.

“To our parents’ place.” Sang Xunmo had her own estrus cycle to deal with; she had to find a way to resolve it herself and couldn’t look after Sang Mujin.

Sang Mujin gave a soft whimper. Actually, she still wanted to see her parents, as long as they weren’t fighting. Thank goodness they weren’t fighting today. Sang Mujin happily hugged her mother and watched her eldest sister depart.

Sang Zhancheng didn’t know why her sister had taken their younger sibling away. But it suited her perfectly; she hadn’t been intimating with Mu Jiahui for a long time.

The two of them kissed for a while, then leaned against each other to study and work. This was enough. Sang Zhancheng pressed close to Mu Jiahui’s side, rubbing against her gently.

Even though they had opened up to each other, she didn’t want to be too aggressive, fearing it might deepen Mu Jiahui’s psychological shadows. However, she felt a bit hot.

Sang Zhancheng tugged at her collar. “Mumu, it’s so hot. Is the heating on in the house?”

“I turned on the air conditioner’s heating. Should I go turn it off?” Mu Jiahui was still wrapped in a thick wool blanket.

The air conditioning in the rental house was barely effective; if one didn’t pay close attention, they wouldn’t even know it was on. Therefore, Mu Jiahui only indulged in turning it on during the New Year holidays; at other times, she kept it off to save on electricity bills.

“Turn it off. I want a hug.” It wasn’t just the heat; Sang Zhancheng blinked her eyes, suddenly feeling an intense urge to be close to Mu Jiahui. This impulse was stronger than ever before. Sang Zhancheng vaguely realized something, but the fever prevented her from thinking too deeply.

Mu Jiahui followed her wishes and hugged Sang Zhancheng. By this time, Sang Zhancheng had already shed more than half of her outer clothing. She clung to Mu Jiahui in a rather strange posture, trying to make as much contact as possible with the person she loved.

“Weren’t you hot?” Mu Jiahui touched Sang Zhancheng ’s forehead; it was indeed a bit burning.

A cold or a fever? Mu Jiahui searched her memory and suddenly remembered something. Sang Zhancheng might be forgetful, but Mu Jiahui was not. She knew that succubi had estrus periods.

“Baby…” Mu Jiahui carefully cupped Sang Zhancheng ’s face, wanting to confirm something.

The tail had turned a rose-like red, the wings were larger than usual, and heart-shaped patterns were flickering in her eyes…

Indeed. Mu Jiahui immediately grew nervous. She first carried Sang Zhancheng back to the bedroom, turned the air conditioner back on, and closed the windows tight. If she had magic, she would have sensed it an hour earlier like Sang Xunmo did. Unfortunately, she was a Muggle.

Mu Jiahui looked at the somewhat dazed little creature on the bed, her heart stirring. This was her lovely partner. She sat down beside Sang Zhancheng.

Sang Zhancheng dazed for half a second before turning toward her. “Mumu? Hug.”

Mu Jiahui felt a bit at a loss. She hadn’t decided whether to go all the way to the final step and hesitated to reach out to Sang Zhancheng .

Sang Zhancheng  had no choice but to move herself. With every inch she moved, the pink hearts in her eyes became more apparent. By the time she hugged Mu Jiahui, anyone could see the hearts in her eyes.

“Mumu… I like you so much. You smell so good.” Sang Zhancheng  rubbed against Mu Jiahui, her hands moving restlessly.

The thick winter coat blocked most of the sensation, but Mu Jiahui could sense what Sang Zhancheng  was doing. With every touch, Mu Jiahui grew more nervous until her whole body went stiff. Finally, Sang Zhancheng  reached for Mu Jiahui’s buttons.

“I’m so hot. Aren’t you hot, Mumu?” As she spoke, Sang Zhancheng  began unbuttoning the coat.

Mu Jiahui remained frozen, not stopping Sang Zhancheng ’s actions.

“Don’t…” It wasn’t until the last button was undone that Mu Jiahui made a sound.

“Hmm?” Sang Zhancheng  was already completely lost in a certain state.

In the past, if Mu Jiahui rejected her, she would cry. But now, she just tilted her head to look at Mu Jiahui, confirmed she was her partner, and continued reaching out.

“It’s not that… it’s cold outside.” Mu Jiahui took a deep breath.

She thought back to the adult films she had seen before, the strange knowledge she had memorized while cramming on “secrets of couple interaction” recently, and her own determination.

Let’s try one more time. Sang Zhancheng  was her partner, her lover; she wouldn’t hurt her. Their intimacy should be full of pleasure.

Mu Jiahui opened the quilt and tucked Sang Zhancheng  inside. She stood dazed outside the covers for a few more seconds, then began to undress mechanically.

One layer, two layers… merely shedding those burdens felt to Mu Jiahui as if she were baring her heart. She felt the pain of tension and the cold of fear. A draft brushed past. Mu Jiahui shivered and clenched her fists. She didn’t hesitate any longer and crawled into the quilt.

Seeing her come in, Sang Zhancheng  instinctively began to get close to her. Mu Jiahui looked down and, by the faint light filtering through, discovered that Sang Zhancheng  had also shed her clothes.

Mu Jiahui looked a few more times, her face turning red. She hadn’t noticed before, but now she suddenly realized that Sang Zhancheng  had a very good figure. What was that saying? Slim in clothes, but fleshy when undressed. Sang Zhancheng  was exactly like that.

To think she had always thought of Sang Zhancheng  as just a little girl. As it turned out… regardless of her mental maturity, Sang Zhancheng  was truly a mature woman.

“Mumu~ hurry and hold me.” Sang Zhancheng  breathed into Mu Jiahui’s ear.

The ambiguous atmosphere rose; not just Sang Zhancheng ’s tail and eyes, but even the air began to bubble with pink. Mu Jiahui swallowed hard. She hugged Sang Zhancheng , her ears and cheeks being kissed by the girl in sequence.

It was a bit itchy but very comfortable, and she found Sang Zhancheng  very cute. Therefore, she wanted it too. Mu Jiahui brushed Sang Zhancheng ’s stray hairs behind her ear and, mimicking the things she had seen, began to kiss Sang Zhancheng .

…

After two rounds, both of them were covered in a light sweat. But they couldn’t recklessly throw off the quilt. At this moment, Mu Jiahui really missed Sang Zhancheng ’s previous house. It had climate control; it wouldn’t matter if they didn’t wear clothes.

The hearts in Sang Zhancheng ’s eyes had not yet faded. Fortunately, Mu Jiahui exercised year-round and had plenty of stamina; otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to withstand the tossing of a succubus, who had the best endurance.

“I want to change locations.” Sang Zhancheng  regained a bit of her reason—not much, but enough to say something serious.

“The house is cold.” Mu Jiahui wiped her hand. She also wanted to change locations, or at least wash her hands.

Sang Zhancheng  stared at Mu Jiahui’s fingers for a while, then leaned over and gave them a lick.

“! What are you doing!” Mu Jiahui nearly tumbled off the bed.

“Helping Mumu wash her hands,” Sang Zhancheng  said righteously, grabbing Mu Jiahui’s hand and licking it again.

Mu Jiahui turned completely red. She took a sharp breath, trying hard to pull her hand out of Sang Zhancheng ’s grip, and in the process, accidentally touched a strange place.

Sang Zhancheng  didn’t say anything, continuing to hold Mu Jiahui’s hand, letting her rub and touch. Mu Jiahui couldn’t take it anymore and collapsed onto the bed, staring at the ceiling in defeat.

It was the first time for both of them, so why was Sang Zhancheng  so good at it? Despite being on top, she was clumsy as could be; it was so embarrassing.

“How about going to the bathroom, Mumu?” Sang Zhancheng  touched Mu Jiahui’s face, her wings flapping once. She thought for a moment, then switched to using her tail to poke Mu Jiahui.

“I suddenly remembered something.”

“Hmm?” Mu Jiahui hadn’t decided whether to go to the bathroom. She lay peacefully with her head on Sang Zhancheng ’s lap, covered by the quilt. Mu Jiahui didn’t want to resist anymore.

“It’s just… a succubus’s tail can also be used for…” Sang Zhancheng  lowered her head and whispered a sentence.

Mu Jiahui’s pupils shrank.

“So, does Mumu want to try once?”

Mu Jiahui swallowed.

“No… let’s go to the bathroom.” Since the tail could be used for… then Mu Jiahui could also use Sang Zhancheng ’s tail on her…

At least for now, Mu Jiahui didn’t want to just lie there. Since Sang Zhancheng  was in estrus, Mu Jiahui had to serve her partner well.

Draped in thick clothes, they entered the bathroom. Mu Jiahui adjusted the water temperature, and they went in together. Staying under the hot water would prevent them from catching a cold—this was the brilliant method Sang Zhancheng  had come up with.

They held each other, letting the hot water glide over their skin, followed by fingers tracing the water trails… just as they were about to start, Mu Jiahui suddenly grabbed Sang Zhancheng ’s tail.

Sang Zhancheng  jerked her head up, the peach hearts in her eyes flickering.

“Is it okay?”

“Yes, it’s okay…”

…

After playing, taking both an “indecent” and a decent bath, it was already close to dinner time when they left the bathroom. Mu Jiahui’s hand was officially out of commission, so sore and painful that she couldn’t stir-fry.

Sang Zhancheng  was kneading and blowing on Mu Jiahui’s hand, giving it a massage.

When Sang Xunmo was called back, she saw this exact scene. She had just finished playing with a recently stabilized sugar daddy and was a bit exhausted. Seeing her sister and her partner like this, she knew exactly why she had been called back. It turned out she was just a cooking tool.

Sang Xunmo tapped Sang Zhancheng  on the forehead. “Can’t you two just order takeout next time? If you want to play, your sister does too.”

“Aren’t you the one who usually lies there? Can’t you move enough to cook?” Sang Zhancheng  didn’t quite understand.

Sang Xunmo was so angry she slapped Sang Zhancheng ’s head. “Aren’t you tired?” Your voice is even hoarse, and you’re not tired?

“Ahem, I’m not tired,” Sang Zhancheng  answered honestly. She was overflowing with energy and felt mentally and physically pleased, which overrode any fatigue she should have felt.

“Then you cook.” Sang Xunmo picked up her bag, intending to leave.

“…Let’s just order takeout,” Mu Jiahui said, opening her phone.

Takeout was such a luxury that she had never ordered it before. But she couldn’t let Sang Zhancheng  exert herself by cooking, could she?

Having witnessed the double standards and shamelessness of these two today, Sang Xunmo was so angry she didn’t return all night.

That night, Sang Zhancheng  was tossing and turning, unable to sleep. “Mumu, I really played for the whole day today. Is that okay?”

Mu Jiahui stroked her head. “It was only one afternoon. We studied during the day, and you read books in the evening.”

“Mmm…” But Sang Zhancheng  was still a bit anxious. She felt she had been too indulgent. Even if it was an estrus period, she couldn’t play for an entire afternoon, right? Five hours was enough for her to finish two sets of practice problems, correct them, and summarize her mistakes. She would have to make up those five hours in the coming days.

“Actually, it’s okay to rest appropriately,” Mu Jiahui comforted the overly anxious little succubus. “Back then, I also had… maybe two hours a week where I would take a walk or go to the park. Otherwise, the pressure would be too great, and problems would arise.”

Sang Zhancheng  just rubbed against Mu Jiahui without saying anything.

But Mumu has a good foundation, she thought to her herself. With such a poor foundation and so many knowledge points to consolidate, how could she afford to be so indulgent?

Mu Jiahui couldn’t see into Sang Zhancheng ’s heart, so she didn’t know how far she had strayed toward an extreme direction.

Thus, a “problem” soon occurred.