The school beauty is aloof? Whatever, she has a younger sister.

Chapter 203 The Slightly Drunk Succubus

"Sister Yang, how can a succubus be without black stockings?"

Zhang Muchen tilted his head, his expression smug and infuriating.

Liu Wuyang's mask covered most of her face, but it couldn't hide her fluctuating emotions.

Her chest heaved, the rhythm of her breathing rising and falling. The thin fabric offered little concealment, and the slight trembling with her movements sent shivers down one's spine.

Zhang Muchen's gaze was unconsciously drawn to it.

So white, so big.

"Where are you looking?!" Liu Wuyang glared at him and kicked him.

The slipper landed harmlessly on Zhang Muchen's calf.

Zhang Muchen glanced down, shrugged, and then held up the high heels in her hand: "Sister Yang, doesn't it hurt? Wearing these will definitely hurt."

"..."

Liu Wuyang really couldn't do anything with this brat.

She gritted her teeth and finally reached out to take the pair of stiletto heels.

Seeing this, Zhang Muchen handed over the black stockings: "Sister Yang, they must be matching, you can't be missing one."

Liu Wuyang took a deep breath, clutched the stockings, and turned to walk to the bedside.

Her chest rose and fell with her breath, becoming increasingly prominent; the thin fabric couldn't conceal its dazzling presence. Her fair skin was almost blinding under the light.

She lowered her head, shook out the stockings, and her slender fingers skillfully but slowly slipped one stocking over her toes.

The smooth, silky texture clung to her skin, flowing like water up her calves.

She raised her smooth, jade-like calves, then slowly straightened them. The stockings rose little by little with her movement, clinging to her skin and outlining her slender lines.

After wrapping half of her calves, she stood up, gently smoothed the stockings with her other hand, and slowly pulled them up over her knees until they reached her thighs.

The fabric gleams with an elegant black hue under the light, and the contrast between black and white creates a near-fatal visual impact.

Zhang Muchen stood not far away, his gaze unwavering.

...So alluring.

Liu Wuyang stood up, her newly put-on stockings making a soft sound as her jade-like feet touched the ground. The black stockings clung tightly to her skin, highlighting her long, alluring figure.

She glanced at him, her tone slightly cold: "Are you satisfied now?"

Zhang Muchen touched his chin, scrutinizing him intently.

"Sister Yang, we still need high heels."

Liu Wuyang bit her lip, lowered her head, and lifted her leg, wanting to put it on.

However, Zhang Muchen suddenly walked over and bent down: "Sister Yang, let me help you put it on. You sit on the bed."

Liu Wuyang looked at him suspiciously, but did not refuse.

Zhang Muchen gently lifted her ankle with his left hand, and Liu Wuyang subconsciously raised her leg, leaning it into his palm in response.

Zhang Muchen's fingertips touched the surface of the stockings, gently stroking it, and then sliding down the lines of her instep.

The black stockings shimmered subtly under the light, outlining the toes in a way that was barely visible.

With his other hand, he picked up the high heel, slowly brought the toe of the shoe close to the tip of her foot, and gently inserted Liu Wuyang's foot into it.

The heel of the shoe rubbed against the fabric of the stocking, making a soft "rustling" sound.

He did the same to her, putting on the other high heel. Only, as he held her ankle, he rubbed his fingers against it a few times.

Liu Wuyang's body trembled slightly, as if an electric current was spreading from her calves to her back.

She looked down at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of embarrassment and warning.

Once she was properly wearing her high heels, her voice turned colder: "You brat...you don't happen to like touching other people's feet, do you?"

"Sister Yang, you have a really good eye for people."

"..."

Liu Wuyang took a breath: "Are you satisfied now?"

"Of course I'm satisfied." Zhang Muchen said earnestly, "This outfit suits Sister Yang perfectly."

He paused, then added with a hint of regret, "It would be perfect if we could take off our masks too."

"Dream on." Liu Wuyang snorted coldly, her tone becoming less fierce.

Zhang Muchen smiled gently, his gaze falling on her face as he scrutinized her closely. Although Liu Wuyang was wearing a mask, her beautiful eyes were still visible, along with the clearly defined and alluring beauty mark at the corner of her eye, adding to her charm.

Liu Wuyang turned her head slightly away.

Being stared at like that by Zhang Muchen made her feel even more ashamed.

However, compared to the awkwardness she felt when she first put on the outfit, she is now much more used to it.

The air felt a little quiet for a while.

Liu Wuyang sat on the edge of the bed, unsure of what to do next.

Soon, Zhang Muchen broke the silence by picking up a can of beer from the table.

He pulled the tab, hissed it, and handed it to Liu Wuyang with a smile: "Sister Yang, didn't we agree yesterday that I would have a drink with you? Let's drink here today."

Liu Wuyang was stunned for a moment, looking at the beer can he handed her.

"What's wrong, Sister Yang? Don't you want to drink?"

Liu Wuyang snorted and took the beer: "Drink it straight?"

Tsk tsk.

Sure enough, Sister Yang is still that alcoholic.

“Of course I won’t just drink. I’ll order takeout and drink while I eat,” he said, picking up his phone. “And another case of beer. Drink as much as you want tonight. If you get drunk, just sleep here. The bed is really soft.”

Upon hearing this, Liu Wuyang raised an eyebrow: "Sleeping here? You brat, you're probably up to no good, aren't you?"

Zhang Muchen smiled, raised his beer can, and gently touched the one in her hand: "Sister Yang, I don't have any bad intentions."

Humph.

Liu Wuyang snorted coldly and glared at him. Then she raised her hand and took off her mask.

Her fair complexion was revealed, and her soft, clean jawline was clearly defined.

Liu Wuyang lifted the beer can and took a sip.

The beer foam lingered on my lips, then slid down my throat, bringing a slightly tingling, cool sensation.

She narrowed her eyes slightly and exhaled a breath of alcohol.

It was a subtle sense of satisfaction.

With the help of alcohol, she gradually relaxed and leaned against the headboard.

One leg is bent, with the knee supporting it. The other leg is straight and draped over the sheet, the fine curve of the leg clearly visible.

Because of the sitting posture, the already thin fabric of the underwear slipped slightly during the movement, creating a slight wrinkle at the edge and revealing the inner edge.

Through that small visual gap, one could vaguely see the deep, dark vegetation.

Zhang Muchen's gaze inadvertently fell on that spot, and he was immediately startled.

Cough
He pretended not to see anything, looked down, and turned on the TV with the remote control.

"Let's watch some TV."

The screen lights up, and a variety show is playing on the TV.

Liu Wuyang gave a soft "hmm" and slowly drank her beer can.

In no time, the jar of wine was empty.

She gently placed the jar on the bedside table, turned her head, and glanced at Zhang Muchen sideways.

One look, and the intention was clear.

Zhang Muchen helplessly shrugged: "Okay, I'll go get it for you."

He got up and brought back two more cans of beer.

"Sister Yang, the barbecue will be here soon. Let's eat and drink together. Take a break now and don't drink too much on an empty stomach."

"None of your business." Liu Wuyang pulled the tab and gulped down the drink.

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When Sister Yang drinks, her whole aura changes.

Zhang Muchen quietly sat back down beside her.

He stared at Liu Wuyang's profile. Her clean and beautiful face looked more relaxed in the slightly tipsy atmosphere, and the corners of her eyes were slightly red.

A succubus with a slightly flushed, tipsy look?
Holy crap, this is even more tempting.
(End of this chapter)