Trapped in Paradise (In a Hentai World, as a Trap)

Ning Chu felt like there was something seriously wrong with her brain.

Even though Wen Yang had always treated her as an “original factory” girl, she had taken the initiative to reveal her former gender.

In fact, even in the past—at least in this world—that “extra attachment” was just decoration. Most likely, her internal structure had always been the same as other girls from the start.

Keeping it a secret from Wen Yang and letting him stay in the dark would have been the best choice.

But she cared too much and worried too much, always feeling anxious and guilty…

If they were to date, or even get married in the future, what would happen if Wen Yang accidentally found out this secret?

Would he accept it or leave?

She figured it would probably be the latter…

It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Wen Yang, but her mind always instinctively considered the worst-case scenario.

Even if Wen Yang never found out, hiding such an important secret would make the days ahead feel like an endless struggle.

She would have to coordinate with her family, even with her relatives, and make sure Wen Yang never got access to her social media from before university.

Instead of all that, it was better to come clean at the moment of his confession—just rip the band-aid off.

Ning Chu lowered her head, not daring to meet Wen Yang’s incredulous gaze. Her eyes stayed fixed on the jewelry box in her hands, staring at the silver ring inside.

“Are you joking?”

After a long silence, Wen Yang finally asked, bewildered and cautious.

Ning Chu shook her head. “Why would I joke about something like this?”

Her drunken mind was nearly short-circuited, skipping any thoughts of filtering or second-guessing. Whatever came to mind, she blurted out.

“I just didn’t want to keep it from you. I really used to be a guy.”

She paused and hurriedly explained, “Not the surgery kind! I’m a normal woman now—I can get pregnant and have chi—”

Realizing how absurd her words sounded, Ning Chu quickly shut her mouth. Her already flushed cheeks from the alcohol deepened to an alluring shade of red.

Wen Yang stood up, still looking shocked and confused, the situation clearly beyond his realm of understanding.

Wasn’t a confession supposed to have only two outcomes—acceptance or rejection?

The last time he confessed, he got rejected. This time, things were so outrageous he couldn’t even process them.

He glanced at Ning Chu’s anxious and pitiful expression, like a shy little wife-to-be, her head lowered and fingers nervously playing with each other.

His mind also flashed to the times when Ning Chu seductively swayed her hips, looking absolutely captivating during certain moments.

And now she was telling him she used to be a guy?

Was there even such a thing as a male succubus?

His lips twitched as he leaned against the sink, suddenly feeling the urge to light a cigarette in frustration.

“This is a lot to take in… Let me process it,” he said, trying to calm Ning Chu’s anxiety. His tone was forced into calmness, but there was an undeniable tremor in his voice. “Can you… explain it in more detail?”

Even with her drunken state, talking about this was beyond embarrassing.

Ning Chu recalled everything and murmured, “At the start of the school year, I was still a guy. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been living in the boys’ dormitory…”

Her face turned crimson, and she instinctively looked away, unable to meet Wen Yang’s eyes. Her voice got quieter and quieter, “Then… I started developing. My chest grew, and… uh… it just got smaller and smaller… Eventually, I completely turned into a girl, and then… I discovered I even had silver markings. Turns out, I’m a succubus.”

“That’s… pretty much it.”

Wen Yang blinked in disbelief. “Did you ever go to the hospital to get checked?”

Seeing her shake her head, he continued, “So your family doesn’t know? You never changed your ID?”

Another shake of the head.

“…You’re not messing with me, right?”

Ning Chu firmly shook her head in denial.

To prove that she was indeed a woman now, she started unfastening her belt. Her loose pants slipped down her legs, and she lifted the hem of her shirt to reveal her flat stomach.

Since there were no male succubi, all she needed to do was show her markings—there was no need to remove her underwear.

She then took out her ID from her coat pocket, proving that she used to be male.

Wen Yang’s mind buzzed. He rushed forward in a panic, hastily pulling her pants back up and fumbling to re-buckle her belt.

“This is a public place!”

What if someone else saw?!

Wen Yang glanced at Ning Chu’s ID card and sighed. “You haven’t been to the hospital for this, have you?”

“…Forget it, of course you haven’t.”

Seeing her dazed and clueless expression after drinking, Wen Yang couldn’t think of any reason why Ning Chu would lie to him.

“I’m going to borrow some money from Shaoqing. Let’s go to the hospital and get you checked out.”

At the mention of the hospital, Ning Chu quickly refused. “It’s so late already!”

“Don’t you care about your own body? You said you inexplicably turned into a girl, and you’re not worried something might be wrong? How can you be so careless?”

“It’s not that…”

Just a moment ago, they were talking about feelings—how did it suddenly turn into a hospital visit?

Seeing Wen Yang ready to rush back to the private room to borrow money, she lunged at him, clinging to his arm. “My family will take me for a checkup when I go back! Why waste money now?”

She hugged his arm tightly, trying to hold him back. “And besides, that’s not the issue here!”

“This is the most important issue! The sooner you get checked, the better!”

“The issue is whether or not you can accept me!”

“……”

Wen Yang froze, lowering his head to look at the girl clinging to his arm like a koala, practically hanging onto him.

Even through layers of clothing, he could feel her drunkenly warm body, soft and delicate. Her breath carried that familiar, sweet scent of a young girl.

Liking someone meant liking their looks, their personality, their scent, shared values, and the way it felt to be around them…

He had never heard of anyone saying they liked someone because they were a girl.

After a brief silence, he asked again, “I like you. Let’s be together, okay?”

“No! I mean, can you accept that I used to be a guy?”

“……”

Ning Chu hugged Wen Yang’s arm tightly, her flushed face tilted upward, eyes wide and brimming with anticipation and nervousness.

“You’re not drinking anymore after this,” Wen Yang said as he flicked her forehead lightly. “Are you stupid?”

“Ouch…”

She covered her forehead with both hands and instinctively took two steps back.

When she looked up again, Wen Yang had already pulled her into his arms.

Ning Chu’s body stiffened for a moment, but as she inhaled his familiar scent, her muscles quickly relaxed. She closed her eyes and melted into his embrace, comfortably resting her head against his chest.

Ning Chu stood on her tiptoes and placed a soft kiss on Wen Yang’s lips.

“Let’s be together~”

She wrapped her arms around Wen Yang’s neck, gazing up at his sharp, handsome face. “You can only be my male protagonist!”

“Mm.” Wen Yang found her metaphor amusing and smiled. “Then you’re my female lead.”

Holding her burning body in his arms, he looked down at her delicate face. She gazed up at him with those watery, alluring eyes, her lips slightly parted as she breathed softly—every expression, every little movement seemed utterly enticing.

“I knew it~ Lily, come quick!”

The girl in his arms suddenly froze, and Wen Yang turned his head.

Standing at the door was Yan Xinya, grinning with pure satisfaction.