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

With her mother holding her arm, the two of them strolled down the street, scanning the clothing stores.

Ning Chu wore an expression of utter resignation. She felt that she had no use for women’s clothing in the near future, yet her mother insisted on buying her some.

She wasn’t even sure what kind of fashion her mother preferred, which made her a little worried.

Ning Yuan trailed leisurely behind them, occasionally lifting his gaze to glance at the pair ahead. He was still struggling to believe everything and remained skeptical of Ning Chu’s words.

It was just too ridiculous.

What baffled him even more was how their mother had accepted it faster than he had.

But all the little details undeniably confirmed it—his younger brother had really become his younger sister.

That modest yet perky chest, clearly not the result of fat. That stunning, doll-like face—one that even most real girls would struggle to match. And that petite, delicate frame, small enough to seem fragile and reliant on others… Nothing about Ning Chu resembled a man.

From behind, she looked exactly like a girl, no matter how he tried to see otherwise.

For a moment, Ning Yuan felt lost.

So… how was he supposed to treat his sibling from now on?

Up ahead, their mother leaned in to whisper to Ning Chu, still holding her arm.

“Ning Chu, you mustn’t get involved with the succubus crowd.”

“Hmm?”

“Most succubi live… rather messy lives.”

Ning Chu nodded. She had never been interested in those small cliques and understood why her mother was warning her.

For instance, there was that succubus who started a so-called “Sleep Club,” which in reality was just an excuse for orgies. If she hadn’t reported them, who knew how many innocent young men would have been drained dry?

Honestly, she had done society a great service.

“It’s best if you don’t even befriend other succubi. They might lead you astray.”

“Mm-hmm.”

—Which made her wonder about her mother’s personal life.

Ning Chu glanced up with curiosity, only to be met with a fierce glare that sent her thoughts scurrying.

Nope. Not going there. Not thinking about it.

“If you ever grow a tail or horns, make sure to keep them hidden. Never let anyone touch them.”

“I know.”

Those were a succubus’s weak points, after all—just like how young Sun Wukong’s tail made him completely powerless when grabbed.

Having been a succubus for some time now, Ning Chu had learned quite a bit about them.

Because of their frequent heat cycles, heightened sensitivity, and strong pleasure responses, most succubi were insatiable vixens who saw men as prey… They always showed up in police raids on illicit activities.

A smaller group was more restrained, usually settling for a steady sexual partner.

And then there were rare cases like Lily, who satisfied herself with toys. Ning Chu had never even heard of such self-restraint in online discussions—succubi like Lily were extremely rare.

Compared to them, Lily was practically a pure-hearted succubus.

Meanwhile, her mother was subtly encouraging her to hurry up and find a boyfriend with skills.

Hmm… Wen Yang fit her mother’s criteria perfectly.

Except, he was too skilled—so skilled that he downright terrified her.

His dick was huge! Even as a succubus, wouldn’t she break?!

Ning Chu felt a little intimidated just thinking about Wen Yang’s ‘prowess’.

Then she recalled how she had described him in her novel: His thrusts pressed up against her abdomen, reaching deep into her womb, like a relentless pile driver…

Too terrifying!

Back when she wrote it, she had focused solely on making it as stimulating as possible, never considering how absurd it would be in real life. Who could have predicted that, as the author, she might one day actually fall victim to her own story male protagonist?

Lost in thought, Ning Chu was suddenly pulled toward a clothing store.

She snapped out of her daze and looked up at the store’s style.

Thankfully, it seemed normal.

Most of the clothes were skirts, probably because skirts were better at hiding tails. Both her mother and Lily preferred long dresses for that very reason.

But this store mainly carried short skirts…

“Try this one on.”

As soon as they entered, her mother picked out a short skirt and handed it to her.

“Mom, this skirt is too short…”

“You’re young. What’s wrong with dressing nicely?”

Ning Chu actually agreed with her mother’s sentiment. She had already worn short skirts before, after all.

The problem was—her brother was right there!

She felt embarrassed and turned to glance at Ning Yuan, who was sitting inside the store, casually playing on his phone.

Wearing skirts in front of strangers was one thing, but doing so in front of her childhood playmate—her own brother—made the shame hit even harder.

“Go on, put it on. You’ll look great.”

“…”

Under her mother’s insistence, Ning Chu could only brace herself, take the skirt, and head into the fitting room.

She had initially worried that her mother’s fashion sense might be outdated. Now, she just hoped she wouldn’t pick anything too outrageous.

Wearing it in private was fine, but could she at least not make her do this in front of her brother?!

Dragging her feet, Ning Chu finally emerged from the fitting room, her cheeks slightly flushed. She took small, hesitant steps toward the mirror, avoiding eye contact with Ning Yuan.

Instead, she silently endured her mother’s praises.

“See? It suits you perfectly! We’re getting it.”

“Mom, shouldn’t you at least check the price first?”

Wasn’t this the same woman who would haggle over groceries?!

Ignoring her, her mother beamed and shoved a pair of hot pants into her hands.

Ning Chu sighed in defeat, her legs stiff as she glanced nervously behind her.

Her brother was staring at her in shock, as if he had just witnessed an ugly duckling transform into a swan. His mouth was even slightly open.

—She felt an inexplicable sense of pride.

Her embarrassment lessened a little, and she finally understood why some girls insisted on dressing up beautifully—even braving skirts in the dead of winter.

Being admired by men brought a strange sense of accomplishment.

Her “man’s heart” seemed to be crumbling a little more…

“Mom, can I have my phone?”

“What for?”

Taking the phone from her mother, Ning Chu snapped a few photos in front of the full-length mirror, but she wasn’t satisfied. She then activated the beauty filter.

She had never used one in her entire life…

“Which guy are you sending those to?”

“No one! I’m just keeping them for myself.”

Ning Chu vigorously shook her head, denying Wen Yang’s existence. But the moment she dashed back into the fitting room, she quickly sent him a picture.

This time, she was in hot pants.

Truth be told, she did like hot pants, especially those made of thin fabric.

They accentuated a nice hip shape and made legs appear even longer and straighter—not that she liked wearing them, just looking at them.

Stepping out of the fitting room once again, she took a few more selfies.

The combination of hot pants and an off-shoulder crop top revealed a bit of her smooth, flat stomach, giving off a fresh and youthful vibe.

If only her brother would stop staring at her legs.

The two siblings, who used to share photos of beautiful legs online, had now ended up in this situation…

“Mom, winter is coming soon. Why are you still buying me shorts and skirts?”

Ning Chu was really struggling to keep up.

“Now’s the best time to buy—they’re on sale.”

Her mother smiled warmly, admiring her stunningly beautiful daughter before handing over another outfit. It was as if she were treating Ning Chu like a dress-up doll.

“Try this one on too. We’re getting it.”

“Enough! I’m tired!”

Ning Chu fought back against her mother’s tyranny.

“We still have to go to the hospital this afternoon! If we take any longer, we’ll be late!”

Seeing her daughter’s blushing, flustered face, her mother frowned slightly.

“Alright, alright. Just one last outfit?”

“…”

“Here, pair it with some stockings too~”