A Straight Wife Fallen from the Sky - Chapter 7

In a single day, Mu Jiahui had transmigrated, been proposed to by a stranger, entered into a forced “strong-buy, strong-sell” flash marriage, and was finally threatened with divorce. She felt her life experiences had become somewhat legendary.

It was so dramatic that Mu Jiahui truly hadn’t decided whether to agree or not for a moment.

Even though she hadn’t been willing to be the partner of this stranger, Sang Zhancheng, earlier that afternoon.

It wasn’t that she was craving a “sugar mommy” lifestyle; it was simply that Mu Jiahui preferred to be faithful from beginning to end.

After two minutes of silence, seeing that Mu Jiahui hadn’t reacted, Sang Rancheng’s bravado vanished.

Succubi were, to a certain extent, very loyal; once they liked someone, they would always like that person.

It was just that they might like many people simultaneously.

Therefore, before the implementation of the one-on-one partner system, the succubus race had been notorious for being fickle and flighty, suffering from an extremely poor reputation.

Even now, things hadn’t improved much, though various races did indeed enjoy seeking them out as partners.

Sang Zhancheng wanted to refute this point.

They were clearly very constant in their affection; it was just that their hearts were broken into many pieces, and they fell in love with different people.

“Are we… are we really getting a divorce?” Sang Rancheng’s eyes reddened again, filling with tears.

Mu Jiahui coughed and changed the subject. “So, why exactly did you kiss me?”

Now it was Sang Rancheng’s turn to be stunned.

Her little brain finally caught up.

That’s right, Mu Jiahui was a transmigrator; she didn’t know.

“Well… succubi rely on others’ [essence] to sustain their lives. Otherwise, when the magic power level is insufficient, they become like I was just now—going to see a necromancer.”

Mu Jiahui frowned and turned to look at Sang Zhancheng.

This method of life extension was far too outrageous for Mu Jiahui, who came from a modern city ruled by law; she found it somewhat hard to believe.

But Sang Zhancheng didn’t look like she was lying.

Moreover, after the two of them kissed, Sang Zhancheng had indeed recovered and even had the strength to cry.

Mu Jiahui opened the handbook again. Refusing to believe in such nonsense, she began flipping through it vigorously.

Sang Zhancheng felt she might have misunderstood Mu Jiahui, thinking of her as cold and heartless, and felt a bit embarrassed.

She took the handbook and used magic to help Mu Jiahui search for the page on succubi.

It was an operation that “muggles” could not understand.

Seeing Sang Zhancheng simply tap the air twice to find the succubus page, Mu Jiahui felt a momentary sense of frustration.

She prided herself on being a top student, yet she couldn’t even manage to find information properly.

Sang Zhancheng pursed her lips, her face intentionally tense as she feigned anger, but her gaze was incredibly soft out of the corner of her eye, constantly peeking at Mu Jiahui’s movements.

Mu Jiahui carefully read through the introduction of the succubus race in the handbook.

The succubus race consists only of females, possessing wings, tails, and some having horns.

These three types of characteristics are usually hidden and cannot be shown to those who are not intimate.

Naturally lustful and wanton, they enjoy making partners. Their magic power levels are low, only higher than races with no resistance to magic factors, such as humans and goblins.

They must absorb [essence] from other races to survive.

Lifespans range from two hundred to two thousand years. The population is medium-sized, and there are no relevant political parties.

Mu Jiahui finished reading this introduction with a deep frown.

A vague thought hovered in her mind: the social status of the succubus race did not seem to be very high.

She looked back and saw Sang Zhancheng staring at her cautiously, yet refusing to admit she was paying attention.

Mu Jiahui closed the handbook, stood up, and bowed very solemnly to apologize to Sang Zhancheng.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know about this before, and I almost caused you harm.”

The new partner I picked up is actually apologizing to me? She’s such a good person.

The woman apologizing looks so charming.

Sang Zhancheng inwardly sighed with admiration several times under the close-range “beauty critical hit” from Mu Jiahui.

She nodded happily, her twin tails swaying back and forth, brushing against Mu Jiahui’s face and making it itch.

“It’s okay! As long as you didn’t do it on purpose. I also forgot that you didn’t know~” The little succubus’s emotions came quickly and left even faster; she made up with Mu Jiahui instantly.

“Since you know now, let’s continue kissing, shall we?” Sang Zhancheng wagged her heart-tipped tail, her eyes almost sparkling with excitement.

Mu Jiahui now had a deeper understanding of the phrase “naturally lustful.”

Thinking about this kind of thing all day long—what kind of behavior was that? It was scandalous.

“If I’m not mistaken, that one time just now should be enough to sustain you for a day, right?”

Mu Jiahui stared at the overly radiant Sang Zhancheng.

She believed she only needed to sustain Sang Rancheng’s life; there was no need to do anything more.

After all, she was still a straight woman.

Kissing someone of the same sex wouldn’t change that; many best friends hugged and kissed every day.

Although she had broken the vow she had made earlier, the kiss with this “little pudding” was merely a partner’s obligation.

She would fulfill her obligations properly, but everything else was off the table.

Sang Rancheng’s expression became conflicted.

She really wanted to say no. Don’t they succubi look forward to coming of age just for the sake of kisses and “adult massages”?

Could they possibly be looking forward to the Gaokao (college entrance exam) and university?

Was that the kind of thing a happy creature should look forward to?

But she had never lied since she was a child.

This had nothing to do with being a succubus; it was purely due to her personality and upbringing.

Sang Zhancheng swallowed hard, only able to stare at Mu Jiahui’s lips—which she had bitten until they were a bit rosy—to “quench her thirst by looking at plums.”

“How did you know…” Sang Zhancheng started to fidget. “Are we really not going to kiss?”

“No. I guessed. You were fine all day today and only became like that at night, which means absorbing magic once can maintain you for a day.”

Mu Jiahui not only refused verbally but also went as far as pressing down on Sang Zhancheng’s shoulders to prevent her from lunging forward again without a word.

“Sister Mu is so smart.” Sang Zhancheng sighed sincerely. No wonder her sister always said she liked those with high IQs; she liked them too now.

“But that time just now is only enough for half a day. It was too short.”

She hadn’t had time to digest while kissing and store the magic properly before it ended. Being able to last half a day was already due to the high quality of the magic factors in Mu Jiahui’s body.

Mu Jiahui nodded. “Then we’ll talk about it tomorrow at noon.”

Sang Zhancheng pouted, feeling as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her.

Is this person frigid? She had just kissed a succubus, and forget about getting addicted—she didn’t even show any sign of being “high” from it.

Sang Zhancheng felt so defeated.

Mu Jiahui’s next sentence continued to push Sang Zhancheng into an ice cellar.

“You didn’t do well on the Gaokao, did you?”

Sang Zhancheng had almost forgotten about this.

“No, no… I actually scored twenty points higher than usual, but the total score was only… two hundred something… How did you know that too?”

Sang Rancheng’s tail even curled up a bit; she clearly didn’t want to face this fact.

“You’ve been carrying a graduation certificate the whole way, but no admission letter. It’s quite easy to see.” Mu Jiahui was deep in thought.

She had a small plan.

As partners, besides the obligations regarding intimacy, shouldn’t the most important thing be mutual achievement?

So, if she urged Sang Zhancheng to study hard and get into a good university, wouldn’t that also count as fulfilling her obligations as a partner?

“I will supervise your review. You can repeat the year, take the Gaokao again next year, and get into a good university. How about it?” The “Involuted Study King” Mu Jiahui sent out her most sincere invitation of the day to Sang Zhancheng.