Volume 1 Chapter 41: This Plot Feels Way Too Familiar!

Volume 1 Chapter 41: This Plot Feels Way Too Familiar!

“Another drink!”

“Hey, Wang Jie, your tolerance is terrible.”

Zhang Shaoqing laughed as he gave Wang Jie’s shoulder a shove. Wang Jie, however, kept his head lowered, covering his face, and didn’t react for a long while.

“Wen Yang, shall we keep going?”

He looked toward the other side of the booth, only to see Ning Chu slumped against the sofa, looking drowsy. Those slightly vacant eyes were unfocused; though he was rubbing them hard, trying to stay awake, his restless little movements and completely unguarded expression made it obvious he was already more than half drunk.

With that drunken look, you’d almost think he was a girl in heat.

As for Wen Yang, that guy was comfortably asleep with his head resting on Ning Chu’s thigh.

“Your alcohol tolerance is seriously awful,” Zhang Shaoqing complained. “Ning Chu, you’ve only had two drinks!”

“Damn it, I’m the one treating you all to drinks, and I still have to take care of you?”

Cursing under his breath, Zhang Shaoqing stood up and waved over a waiter. “Where’s the nearest hotel? Get a couple of people to help me take them there.”

“Hotel?”

The word instantly triggered alarm in Ning Chu’s sluggish, drunken brain.

He jolted and shook his head frantically. “No! I want to go back to the dorm!”

“What, so I can drive you back drunk?” Zhang Shaoqing snapped. “Then tomorrow we can be roommates in the ICU?”

“I—I’ll take a cab myself!”

“Take a look at the time!”

Zhang Shaoqing never minced his words. His tone was harsh and irritable, and paired with that standard-issue delinquent yellow hair, he looked like he might snap and start hitting someone at any moment. Ning Chu was so intimidated that he shrank back, too meek to say another word.

This was a character he himself had written—how could he, the author, be this pathetic…

The bar had a hotel upstairs. Ning Chu sat uneasily on the sofa, watching as the drunk Wen Yang and Wang Jie were helped away by the staff. His panic only grew.

Now he was half drunk, his body reacting strangely. The only person still conscious was a villain—one who was trying to take him to a hotel room…

Ning Chu wanted to believe that Zhang Shaoqing had no ulterior motives toward him, but the things this villain did in the novel were truly beyond any moral bottom line.

Why had he written an Asanagi hentai villain into what was supposed to be a light erotic novel anyway?!

All those dark little thoughts he originally had when he made the novel had been piled onto the villain, making it impossible for Ning Chu to ever fully trust Zhang Shaoqing now.

“Let’s go. What, you want me to carry you?” Zhang Shaoqing’s steps were actually a bit unsteady too. He stuffed a handful of sunflower seeds into his pocket and headed forward, arranging the rooms as he walked. “Two drunk idiots are bound to cause trouble. I’ll share a room with Wang Jie. You’ll room with Wen Yang. Sound good?”

Ning Chu hurried after him. If it weren’t the end of the month—and if he weren’t supporting a little black cat—leaving him with barely a dozen yuan to his name, he would’ve chosen the safer option of taking a cab back to the dorm, or even getting another room.

Sharing a room with Wen Yang was still better than sleeping in a park.

When they reached the second-floor hotel with the staff, Ning Chu hadn’t even left the front desk before hearing waves of heavy panting coming from deep down the hallway.

Already feeling physically uncomfortable, the suggestive sounds only made him more anxious.

“Is the soundproofing really this bad?” Zhang Shaoqing frowned and glanced at the price list. “This one room costs three hundred?”

He complained, but there was no real alternative. If they switched hotels, the staff probably wouldn’t keep helping them carry drunk people. Left with no choice, Zhang Shaoqing swallowed his dissatisfaction and finished the check-in.

“Let’s go. Time to sleep.”

“O… okay…”

“You and Wen Yang take this room.” Zhang Shaoqing pointed at the door opposite. “If anything comes up, knock. I’m going to bed.”

The bar staff helped settle Wen Yang onto the bed and then left. Ning Chu sat down on the hotel’s rattan chair, staring at the tightly closed door. He glanced at Wen Yang, who was snoring away on the bed, and only then did he finally let out a long breath of relief.

Good—this guy really didn’t have any ulterior motives toward him.

“Guess I really can’t touch alcohol at all,” he muttered in frustration, leaning back and rubbing his sore eyes. “Thank god I’m still a man. If I’d already turned into a girl, no matter what, I’d definitely have been….”

Just thinking about it made his skin crawl!

Never again was he coming to a place like a bar. He’d clearly tried to control himself—just two big glasses of cocktails—yet his body still went weak, half drunk to the point where he could barely see clearly.

And who knew what was going on—aside from the intoxication, his mind had inexplicably filled up with all sorts of dirty thoughts, even stirring up some other strange sensations…

“Ugh—”

He shook his head hard, face flushed, then braced himself against the table and stood up, planning to take a shower to cool down the heat building up inside him.

His mind was restless, his body reacting a little too honestly. Even the slightest friction between his legs brought a hint of pleasure—yet his dick was completely unresponsive.

So it really was useless, huh!

When he reached the bathroom door, Ning Chu froze on the spot.

Why was the bathroom door transparent?! You could see straight into the shower from outside!

He turned his head to glance at Wen Yang, who was still snoring away without the slightest movement. The wariness he’d felt toward the protagonist instantly melted away.

That guy was clearly asleep anyway.

If anything, it was probably more dangerous showering back in the dorm, where someone might barge in at any moment.

This place has a bathtub! It’d been so long since he’d taken a soak in one.

As expected of me—even drunk, I still maintain a proper sense of caution~

So dizzy…

Holding his head, Ning Chu staggered into the bathroom, turned on the water for the tub, and splashed his face. Even so, he didn’t forget to lock the door. Before the tub was even full, he slipped right in.

So much better~

The warm water slowly rose, gently wrapping around more and more of his skin. He let out a comfortable sigh, wiggled his hips a bit, and found an even more relaxed position.

The loud splashing of running water startled Wen Yang. His eyes cracked open slightly as he stared blankly at the unfamiliar ceiling, then slowly swept his gaze around.

A small room. Two beds with clean white sheets. A set of rattan chairs and a round glass table. A wall-mounted TV, and a computer tucked into the corner.

Wen Yang yawned. Having never drunk cocktails before, he’d been caught off guard just like Ning Chu, passing out drunk without warning—and with barely any memory of what happened before that.

All he could vaguely recall was lying on Ning Chu’s thigh…

That thigh had been surprisingly soft, carrying a faint girlish scent—so comfortable that his vision had gone black almost immediately.

Even after waking up, Wen Yang continued to stare at the ceiling in a daze. After lying there for who knew how long, it finally clicked that he was in a hotel.

Then he absolutely had to turn on the TV! And set the air conditioner to the lowest temperature! Otherwise, it’d be a waste.

He rolled off the bed, planning to head to the bathroom to take care of some personal needs. But after only a couple of steps, he sluggishly noticed the sound of running water coming from inside.

“Who is it?”

He called out loudly as he walked over.

The sound of water stopped abruptly.

Ning Chu’s foggy brain instantly snapped awake.

That scared the hell out of me! I thought something happened!

Glancing at the glass door, already shrouded in steam and blurred like frosted glass, he calmly called back, “Wait outside for a bit. I’m showering—two minutes!”

He leisurely grabbed a towel, about to dry himself, when his movements suddenly froze.

Wait. Bathroom. Drunk accident? The hentai protagonist?!

Why does this scenario feel so damn familiar?!

He wanted nothing more than to slap himself. What kind of vigilance had he been so confidently relying on earlier?! In the end, after all that mental gymnastics, he was still about to hand himself over on a silver platter!

He shrank back deeper into the bathroom, pupils contracting, eyes locked tightly on the door.

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