Is It Strange for a Pseudo-Human to Be Paired with an Incubus? - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

My little boyfriend looked like a proper young man who had been stripped bare by a thug. He plunged into the bathtub, and his heart-shaped tail zipped back in with a whoosh.

“Why didn’t you knock!” he shouted, embarrassed and furious.

Pseudo-human Class had taught us that when a human male raises his voice and his face turns red, there is an eighty percent chance he is angry and a twenty percent chance he is covering up a guilty conscience.

What was he feeling guilty about?

Because of his heart-shaped tail?

Wasn’t that perfectly normal?

Some human males had peculiar hobbies and liked stuffing certain uncommon-looking objects into their butts.

The rear regions of certain human males were mysterious existences. A respectable Pseudo-Human did not need to be overly curious about this, and absolutely should not conduct any in-depth exploration.

If one encountered such a male in an intimate relationship with a human female, one could report it in a timely manner, help others, and strive to become a highly moral human.

Although his pink heart-shaped tail looked very tender and springy, it had nothing to do with me.

I asked him, “Never mind that. Please answer my question. How do you humans identify Pseudo-Humans online?”

I needed to know the reason so I could dispel their suspicions.

I was so afraid they would report me to the Anomaly Management Bureau. If that happened, my evaluation would be over!

Earning one hundred thousand yuan in three months and turning it in, while also avoiding having my identity discovered by humans and reported to the Anomaly Management Bureau, were the conditions of my evaluation to obtain a proper human identity.

Nan Mei’s fair face was as red as an apple.

Flustered and furious, he said, “Do you have to ask me while I’m taking a bath?”

Oh. He had reminded me. Humans were extremely vulnerable while bathing and using the toilet. I had been rude.

I bent at the waist in a ninety-degree bow. “I’m sorry.”

My gaze accidentally fell on his half-covered lower body.

V-lines. Long legs. Water droplets sliding down. Skin flushed pink by the steam.

Me: “Oh…”

Nan Mei cursed, “Pervert!”

He shoved me out, then slammed the bathroom door shut in a panic.

I reflected on myself. I repented. Wei Ren, oh, Wei Ren, how are you any different from a thug like this!

Dejected, I stood facing the wall and contemplated my mistakes.

Nan Mei opened the bathroom door and was startled by the sight of me reflecting directly in front of it. Even his eyes were frightened into hearts.

This was very normal. When humans saw the person they loved, pink hearts would appear in their eyes. This was the concrete manifestation of love.

He truly loved me.

I pulled the emotions of being moved and happy from my emotion bank, assigned them in reasonable proportions, and responded with a perfect smile.

Nan Mei’s pupils quaked. His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Wei Ren, please don’t smile in the future. You really will scare me.”

I apologized with practiced ease, brought him to the computer, pointed at the comment section, and asked, “May I ask why they recognized this story as something written by a Pseudo-Human?”

I needed to know where I had exposed a flaw.

After writing several pieces of trash, I had conducted meticulous research on the website and created this article. My editor praised me highly, saying she had never seen prose with such a strong flavor before, and that it had deeply shaken her.

Nan Mei scrolled the mouse, and his pupils quaked again. His pupils might have developed some kind of disease. They quaked even more frequently than earthquakes in a certain island nation.

He asked me in shock, “Where did you even find this kind of thing written by a Pseudo-Human? I genuinely haven’t seen anything like it before. This has opened my eyes.”

“The dad who came home from vacation and changed sex, the mom who wiped bowls with sanitary pads, the younger brother who juiced things with his butt, the grandpa who stuffed garlic up his butt to cure hemorrhoids, the grandma who insisted on eating golden apple snails, the sister-in-law who used cockroaches as a face mask…”

As he spoke, he shook his head and angrily typed out a thousand-character hate comment.