Volume 1 Chapter 44: The Anti-Smutt Squad
After catching up on sleep in the dorm, Ning Chu woke up around noon.
He ordered takeout, then, yawning with tears clinging to the corners of his eyes, shuffled into the bathroom.
Splashing his face with cold water finally cleared some of the fog from his head. He looked up at the mirror and let out a long, utterly lifeless sigh.
Ever since he'd decided to go to the bar with Zhang Shaoqing yesterday afternoon, his stomach had been feeling faintly chilled. By the time night came and they were actually at the bar, he realized that his appearance had once again become more feminine.
This time, it was his face…
His already delicate, boyish features had grown even more refined. The faint imperfections on his skin had vanished entirely, leaving it so smooth and tender it looked like it could be pinched and water would seep out.
Long, thick lashes, slightly upturned eye corners, and that faint blush diffused around the edges of his eyes—all of it made his overall aura far more feminine, tinged with an indescribable, subtle allure.
The change wasn't drastic, yet it nudged his youthful, pretty-boy face toward something far more foxlike and heart-stealing.
Ning Chu weakly lowered his head, unwilling to look at himself in the mirror any longer—afraid that staring too much might give him high blood pressure.
He'd already been trying so hard, yet his looks were still charging full speed in a feminine direction.
After playing a round of games back in the dorm, his lunch arrived.
Ning Chu picked a game livestream to watch while eating, but after only a couple of bites, he suddenly heard his phone vibrate.
He glanced down at the caller ID and hung up without hesitation.
The phone rang again the very next second.
"Ning Chu! You bastard, you hung up on me?!"
The moment he answered, Zhang Shaoqing's roar exploded from the other end.
"I already booked a foot-massage place last night! And you guys just up and left?!"
"If you were gonna leave, at least you could've told me!"
"Just wait—I know damn well you were the one who led this!"
On the call, Zhang Shaoqing's nonstop rant and sweet-talk-turned-threats bombarded him. Ning Chu listened silently for a bit, then calmly set the phone down on the table.
Good thing we ran. What good could possibly come from foot massages in this hentai world? After guarding Wen Yang's virginity for so long, what if it got taken care of at a massage parlor?!
"What did he say?" Wen Yang asked, eating his lunch and turning his head toward him.
"No idea. I didn't listen."
"Why not?"
Figuring Zhang Shaoqing had probably vented enough by now, Ning Chu picked up the phone and answered enthusiastically, "Hey~ my bad, my bad, shouldn't have ditched you~"
"Don't act cute with me! That's disgusting! Where the hell did you go just now?!"
I wasn't acting cute at all!
"Went to the bathroom."
Zhang Shaoqing complained helplessly, "Foot massage, okay? A proper one! Totally legit! Two weeks of military training—what's wrong with getting a massage to relax? It's all big dudes anyway. Strong hands."
But… big dudes might actually be dangerous for me too…
Ning Chu fell silent, not knowing how to respond.
"If I mess around outside, my mom would beat me to death," Zhang Shaoqing sighed. "Forget it. I'm going home for a bit. I'll come back to the dorm tomorrow night."
"Come back early~"
As the so-called villain, Ning Chu didn't really want Zhang Shaoqing out of his sight for too long. He genuinely hoped he'd return to the dorm sooner rather than later.
"Get lost!"
He pursed his lips, set the phone down, crossed his legs, and continued eating while watching TV.
His main task on this villain was to keep an eye on his psychological health. This past week seemed mostly fine—aside from the guy's love of chasing excitement.
Wait—did I just mess with Zhang Shaoqing's mindset so badly that he'll snap and go full villain on the spot?
…Probably not, right?
I'll just apologize properly when he gets back…
"Mm…" Ning Chu suddenly turned his head and asked Wen Yang, "Has that club activity of yours started? Didn't they call you to go?"
"They did. I was catching up on sleep this morning and didn't see it."
Ning Chu got up and jogged over, craning his head to look at the chat log on Wen Yang's computer. Starting from nine in the morning, someone had been urging Wen Yang to come downstairs and get in the car for the activity.
Half an hour later, they'd even sent a location pin, telling Wen Yang to head over himself once he woke up.
"Send that location to me too."
"What for?"
"To report it! Anti-porn crackdown!" he said through clenched teeth.
In truth, the multi-person gathering plot had already been disrupted and was no longer going to happen to either the protagonist or the villain—otherwise his face wouldn't have turned into this vixen-like mess.
But that mixed-gender, many-people-at-once activity was still going to happen in the villa. As the author, Ning Chu felt he had a duty to clean up this world's moral atmosphere!
Why the hell was he the one doomed to become the novel's designated, about-to-be-ruined female heroine?! His dick hadn't even been in the mood for two whole weeks! And everyone else still got to live it up carefree?!
All of you can just die!
"???"
Wen Yang froze for a moment and asked blankly, "Anti-porn? I mean, sure, we think that gathering might not be very proper, but we don't really have any evidence, do we?"
"Report it first, talk later!" Ning Chu shot Wen Yang an annoyed look. "Shaoqing knew it wasn't proper and still wanted to go even more. Don't you think there's something wrong with his brain?"
"I… I guess?" Wen Yang replied hesitantly.
He really didn't dare admit that he himself had felt a little tempted too.
But he was still a virgin—cowardly as hell. In the plot, those multi-person gatherings never included him anyway. Either he missed them, or his preferences just couldn't handle chaotic group battles.
Five-man teams were his limit—and only if he was the one carrying.
"I don't care about other people. But my roommates messing around outside? That's disgusting."
"They won't. Our dorm doesn't have people like that, right?"
Wen Yang's expression stiffened, his words tinged with guilt.
So many girls in class lined up to chase after him—if he hadn't been stopped, he'd probably already be exactly the kind of "messing around and disgusting" person Ning Chu was talking about.
"Hello? I want to file a report!"
Ning Chu walked toward his desk, already dialing the anti-porn hotline.
He'd found this number online the very day he learned about the gathering. Originally, it was meant as a last-resort trump card in case Wen Yang or Zhang Shaoqing let their lust get the better of them.
But now, he'd decided to go all the way—wipe out that shady club in one fell swoop!
That way, the club wouldn't get another chance to host some kind of group-sex gathering and drag Wen Yang or Zhang Shaoqing into it again.
After a few minutes, Ning Chu hung up the report call and sat back down at the computer desk to keep eating.
He didn't know whether anti-porn crackdowns in this hentai world were just for show, but he'd done everything he could. That meant all current plot-related threats were…
Ning Chu suddenly lowered his head, looking at the little black cat biting and pouncing at his slippers.
"Wen Yang! How old does a female cat usually have to be before she can get spayed?"
"Six months or older, I think?"
"Mmm…"
He needed to save up a thousand yuan within half a year to get Black Bean spayed. Once spayed, even if Black Bean turned into a cat girl, she wouldn't go into heat—and there definitely wouldn't be any 'repaying kindness' plotlines!
"You're going to get Black Bean spayed?"
"Otherwise what, wait for her to give me a whole litter? Who would that even belong to?"
For some reason, Wen Yang felt like the room had gotten colder. There was a clear, biting sarcasm in Ning Chu's tone.
He scratched his head in confusion, genuinely not understanding what this cat had to do with him at all.
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Note:
Link for character illustration:
https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1IxOucqi87ss3bmqfO9zI2gYiM1Gy8Hz2