After I Pretended to Be a Succubus - Chapter 2

“Wen Yu, is this some kind of truth-or-dare game?”

Xu Jin looked at me, flustered and at a loss.

At her words, it felt as if the sky had fallen.

I had carefully planned this confession, only for the girl herself to take it as a joke.

Unwilling to accept it, I asked, “Why would you think that?”

Perhaps she mistook my question for confirmation, because Xu Jin relaxed a little. A gentle smile appeared on her face.

“Because you don’t really look like someone who likes girls.”

“Besides… I prefer masculine guys like Pei Yu.”

…

I returned to the dorm in despair. Before I could push open the door, I heard two people talking inside.

“Wen Yu’s face is so pale and delicate. He looks neither properly male nor female. You don’t think he’s gay, do you?”

“Ew, that’s terrifying. What if he develops a crush on me? Disgusting!”

“Ha! If he likes anyone, it’d be someone like Pei. Haven’t you seen how he’s always clinging to him? Like a little wife.”

“Stop. You’re giving me goose bumps. Living with someone that girly… I’m afraid one day he’ll get desperate and—”

Laughter drifted through the room.

I froze outside the door, cold all over.

Why? Why did they get to make whatever assumptions they wanted about me just because of my face?

Why did they always use Pei Yu to humiliate me?

Resentment swelled quietly in my chest, tangled with a deep, bitter grievance.

“Shut up!”

The sharp, forbidding command cut through their grating laughter.

My fingers curled.

So Pei Yu was in there too.

A buzzing filled my ears. I couldn’t bear to listen any longer. I fled the dorm in a panic.

The warm touch on my arm brought me back to my senses.

Pei Yu was already standing in front of me, brow furrowed. He draped his jacket around my shoulders, then caught hold of my arm.

“Come back to the dorm with me and change out of th-this outfit!”

The disgust in his eyes stirred something vicious inside me.

If you hate seeing me like this, then I’ll make sure to disgust you even more!

With that thought, I rose on tiptoe and wrapped my arms around Pei Yu’s neck.

My flimsy shirt might as well not have existed. The denim of his jacket rubbed against my chest, sending a faint tickle over my skin. I bit my lip, struggling to suppress the sound in my throat.

Only when I felt Pei Yu’s body stiffen did secret delight spark inside me.

“Wen Yu, what are you doing? Let go and come back with me!”

At last, his voice grew flustered, all its usual composure gone.

I used every ounce of strength to cling to him.

“Pei Yu, let me tell you a secret!”

His struggles weakened. He was waiting for what came next.

Suppressing my revulsion, I darted forward, kissed the corner of his mouth, and immediately pulled away.

“The truth is… I’m a succubus!”

The moment those humiliating words left my mouth, I regretted them.

No matter how I looked at it, the excuse was laughably fake. I had even braced myself for Pei Yu’s mockery.

Thud—

Pei Yu shoved me away so abruptly that I stumbled several steps before regaining my balance.

When our eyes met again, I saw astonishment in his peach-blossom eyes, then suspicion—and even the faintest trace of surrender?

“I knew it…”

I couldn’t make out what he muttered under his breath, so I leaned closer to hear.

An arm suddenly landed around my shoulders.

“There you are, Little Feather! Waiting for me!”

Gu Xian’s booming voice shattered the silence.

Catching the faint smell of alcohol on him, I sighed helplessly.

“How much did you drink?”

“Hardly anything. I can keep going!”

He shook me by the shoulders as if he meant to drag me back into the auditorium.

Just then, someone caught my wrist.

Pei Yu was still standing opposite us, only now his expression was ugly.

It seemed I really had disgusted him.

The thought was oddly satisfying.

“Who is he?” Pei Yu demanded coldly.

“Huh?”

I tilted my head, unable to understand what he was playing at.

Before I could answer, Gu Xian’s shameless voice rang out again.

“I’m Little Feather’s master. What about it?”

I was speechless.

Gu Xian would take advantage of any opening.

Before we left, he had stood there in a crisp suit, grinning like an idiot as he said, “Since you’re cosplaying a succubus, Little Feather, I’ll be your master!”

I had stared at him in exasperation. “You’d better not let your man find out. I’m rather attached to being alive…”

I couldn’t help it. He had blackmail material on me. If he wanted something this harmless, I could only let him have his fun.