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

At eight o’clock in the evening, Ning Chu very punctually opened the dormitory door.

He didn’t enter the room immediately; instead, he glanced at Wen Yang, who had gone to the neighboring dormitory to borrow a basketball, and waited for a moment.

Only after Wen Yang returned did Ning Chu enter the room, satisfied.

Even in a male dormitory building, he had to be cautious!

Although rules prohibited any female from entering the boys’ dormitory, it wasn’t the first time Ning Chu had seen girls inside.

“Why were you waiting for me?” Wen Yang asked as he entered the room and casually took off his sweat-soaked t-shirt.

Instinctively, Ning Chu’s gaze fell on Wen Yang’s tanned skin.

As Wen Yang stretched his arms overhead, the tight skin on his toned waist became visible, revealing his six-pack abs and the V-shaped muscles of his lower abdomen.

His broad shoulders and defined deltoids gave him a strong, yet aesthetically pleasing, figure.

A physique like that would make any girl swoon…

Damn, I’m so jealous!

Feeling as if he had been electrocuted, Ning Chu quickly averted his gaze, his heart full of envy and resentment.

He picked up the bottle of cola on the table, gulping down half of it, and casually asked, “Are you showering first, or should I?”

“How about together?”

“……”

Having spent too much time with Zhang Shaoqing, Wen Yang had also picked up a habit of teasing him now and then.

What was once a straightforward guy seemed to be gradually influenced by bad company.

Luckily, Wen Yang had a good relationship with him.

If he spent more time hanging out with Zhang Shaoqing outside, he would probably end up becoming the main character in some harem drama.

Realizing his joke was not well-received, Wen Yang continued, “Then I’ll shower first, just ten minutes.”

He walked over to the wardrobe, casually picking out a set of shorts and a t-shirt to wear as pajamas. “Why do you look like you’re not feeling well?” he asked.

“Just a bit of a headache, probably from not exercising enough.”

By now, Ning Chu had roughly figured out the rules of the punishments.

When he interfered with the early stages of the hentai story plot or when he stopped Zhang Shaoqing from going completely dark, the punishments were particularly severe.

Once, it was a sudden, intense stomach pain; another time, it was a fever that lasted half a day.

For other less significant incidents, like messing with dating plots, the punishments were usually just mild stomachaches, which wasn’t much of a problem for someone who had once had chronic gastritis.

The more critical the plot, the more severe the punishment.

Ning Chu couldn’t help but feel like some higher power was throwing a tantrum, which made him want to laugh.

When Wen Yang went to take a shower, Ning Chu suddenly stood up from his computer, lifted his shirt, and ripped off the band-aids he used as makeshift breast pads, throwing them into the trash.

He then grabbed a light jacket to cover himself.

Wearing those band-aids always felt a bit off.

But going out with his nipples showing gave him the same sense of embarrassment as a girl going braless.

Before long, Wen Yang came back into the room, wearing only a pair of briefs.

Ning Chu glanced at him briefly, noticing that Wen Yang’s face was turning red at a visible rate.

What are you embarrassed about?!

Wen Yang, feeling a bit flustered, rushed over to his desk, quickly putting on his shorts and t-shirt.

Only then did the flush on his face start to fade.

Suddenly, Wen Yang realized he had begun to see Ning Chu more and more like a girl.

But how could he not, with Ning Chu’s girlish face, his chest swelling to the size of small apples, and the faint feminine charm he exuded.

Wen Yang was deep in thought until he heard the sound of the balcony door closing and turned to look.

Ning Chu had already gone to take a shower.

In the next moment, Wen Yang’s mind conjured up an image of Ning Chu standing naked under the shower.

“I can’t possibly be gay, right…” Wen Yang nervously searched online and sighed in relief. “Thank goodness, I’m not.”

Gay men only like real men, not pretty boys like Ning Chu.

At most, his preferences could be considered… unique.

Or maybe he’s just a pervert.

He sighed helplessly.

Living with such a pretty roommate, how could he not end up a bit twisted?

Who knew what Zhang Shaoqing and Wang Jie thought of it.

Wen Yang had originally planned to go to the library after playing basketball to check out books for studying, but Ning Chu’s unexpected refusal disrupted his plans, leaving him with nothing to do.

He decided to grab a broom and do some light cleaning in the room. “Black Bean, move over, don’t pounce on the broom.”

The little black cat in the dormitory usually spent its time eating, sleeping, or causing trouble.

Wen Yang gently tapped Black Bean’s butt with the broom, causing the cat to dart away and accidentally knock over Ning Chu’s trash can.

Sighing, Wen Yang went over to clean up and suddenly noticed two used band-aids among the trash.

“He’s injured? When did that happen?”

Wen Yang frowned, but before he could think too much about it, a loud, pained scream from the bathroom grabbed his attention, making his heart race with anxiety.

Without hesitation, he rushed out to the balcony and knocked on the bathroom door. “What happened?”

“……”

“Did you hurt yourself? Where?”

“It’s nothing…”

The voice from inside the bathroom was weak, as if all hope had been drained from it.

Sensing something was wrong, Wen Yang asked anxiously, “What really happened?”

“I just slipped.”

That scream didn’t sound like a reflexive cry from slipping.

“You—”

“I’m showering! If you’ve got something to say, wait until I’m out!”

Ning Chu’s voice suddenly became sharp and full of anger and frustration, even tinged with a bit of a sniffle.

Wen Yang obediently leaned against the railing, muttering to himself, “Why’s he suddenly so angry…”

“From the sound of it, is he crying?”

Inside the steamy bathroom, the sound of running water filled the air.

Ning Chu stood under the showerhead, staring blankly down at his lower body, letting out a heavy sigh.

I’d rather my chest get bigger…

His manhood, what was once like a small, childlike worm had shrunk down to the size of a little bean.

He couldn’t even hold it properly when using the toilet and had to squat instead.

The psychological impact of this was overwhelming.

If it had just shrunk, Ning Chu might have reluctantly accepted it, but after a closer look, he noticed that his external parts seemed to be transforming into internal ones.

This is so unscientific!

If this plot repeats itself a few more times, or if he keeps messing with the storylines, he might end up a full-fledged girl.

Feeling drained, Ning Chu leaned against the tiled wall, his expression blank as he stared up at the warm orange light.

“It would’ve been better if they’d just turned me into a girl right from the start.” His chest tightened with a sense of dread, his heart throbbing painfully..

Although Ning Chu had long known that he couldn’t stop himself from becoming female, when the day actually arrived, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of panic, fear, and anxiety…

He hung his head, his shoulders trembling as he covered his face with his hands.

He wasn’t nearly as brave or optimistic as he had tried to convince himself he was.