Chapter 457

The afternoon PE class.

Perhaps because of the physical differences between boys and girls—or maybe because Ning Chu had grown lazy ever since becoming a girl and never worked out—the succubus could clearly feel that her stamina was far worse than it used to be.

The class requirement was to jog two laps, eight hundred meters in total. But after just one lap with the main group, she had already fallen to the very back of the pack, right alongside Wang Jie.

By the time the two laps were over, she was completely out of breath, leaning against Wen Yang as she panted heavily.

“You really should work out more,” Wen Yang said, supporting the weak-kneed little succubus. He tucked her messy hair behind her ear and teased, “Maybe you’ll get stronger at night too, so I won’t always have to hold back.”

“Nonsense. When have you ever held back at night?”

Ning Chu could barely speak through her heavy breathing, but she still lifted her chin smugly. “I ran faster than Wang Jie!”

“That’s competing to see who’s worse~”

“I think Wang Jie is just terrible, not that his girlfriend is too strong.”

She didn’t care at all, she wiped it with the back of her hand, shook off the droplets, then turned her head and asked, “My horns have grown a bit more, right?”

“Yeah, but it’s not very obvious. You wouldn’t notice without looking closely.”

“That’s good.”

The pair of horns grew from the sides of her head, curving backward like a Barbary sheep’s. The tips weren’t sharp, so they didn’t affect sleeping on her back. When she slept on her side, the coiled horns fixed her head at a certain angle—but after getting used to it, it wasn’t too bad.

“I’m going back to training,” Wen Yang said.

“Go on!”

Ning Chu smacked his butt. “Don’t embarrass me later!”

“If anything comes up, find me at the basketball court.”

Watching Wen Yang head toward the court, her gaze began to wander in search of her best friend. She scanned the track once—then her eyes suddenly stopped on a lone girl sitting under the shade of a distant tree.

Qing Qing?

So this girl had been brushing past her every PE class all along? And yet she had never noticed before.

This semester’s PE classes hadn’t been many, but despite clearly being very pretty, Qing Qing had practically zero presence.

Ning Chu tilted her head in confusion. Not too bothered by a heroine whose role had been so easily resolved, she turned to look for Lily instead.

She didn’t find her. Xi Xi was gone too, probably those two magical girls had slipped off to some corner to exchange experiences.

She was really worried that Xi Xi might get led astray…

Zhang Shaoqing had gone to play basketball as well. Wang Jie was sitting on the grass with a bunch of boys, gaming together. Only then did Ning Chu suddenly realize that there wasn’t a single person around she could talk to.

She stood there blankly, suddenly aware that she truly had pitifully few friends.

‘Maybe I should go watch Wen Yang at the basketball court…’

She took two steps toward the court, then suddenly changed direction and turned toward Qing Qing instead.

That was a futanari!

In a place where beast girls were everywhere, the “futanari” label still stood out as something rare—she simply couldn’t suppress her curiosity!

Sitting alone under that tree… could she be secretly jacking herself off?

Ning Chu maliciously speculated as she walked over with an innocent expression and sat down under the same patch of shade, not far from Qing Qing.

She pretended to fiddle with her phone, but before long her gaze subtly lifted. Using her peripheral vision, she sneaked a look at Qing Qing—only to discover that Qing Qing’s eyes happened to meet hers at that exact moment.

Both of them panicked and lowered their heads at the same time.

After a moment, Ning Chu finally lifted her head again and openly looked at Qing Qing.

This intersex girl had delicate, refined features. Her slender face carried faint traces of masculine contours, lending her an air of handsome gallantry. Yet her brows were always slightly knit in a pitiful way, her expression steeped in lingering worry and gloom that never quite faded. Her eyes habitually scanned her surroundings with vigilance, like a rabbit trapped among wolves.

Her figure was very slight. Long, even, chopstick-thin legs extended from beneath her short skirt, wrapped in thick tights. On her upper body she wore a white, long-sleeved wool sweater—so flat it was almost surprising at a glance.

She really was a very special person.

Amid a strong feminine aura was mixed just a hint of masculinity, yet it didn’t feel out of place at all. Looking at Qing Qing, Ning Chu felt as if she were seeing her former self.

That alone gave her a good first impression of Qing Qing.

“Hi, my name is Ning Chu.”

Qing Qing’s shoulders trembled. She lowered her head timidly, her small face instantly flushing red as she answered in a quivering voice, “H-hello.”

Her gaze darted around uneasily. She pressed her legs together, her expression growing even more flustered and tense.

Ning Chu shuffled closer on the bench. “Don’t be nervous. I just want to be friends~”

“……”

“You don’t seem to have anything to do, and my friends all went off to do their own things anyway.”

She subconsciously tried to draw her legs up, but suddenly realized she was wearing a skirt too. She quickly put her foot back down and continued, “What’s your name?”

“……”

Qing Qing never fully let down her guard, watching her warily.

Ning Chu sighed helplessly. “I’m a succubus… what you’re worried about is child’s play to a succubus.”

There’s no point pretending, let’s interact with this girl as a succubus then~ even if she was a disgrace to her kind.

Qing Qing glanced at the horns on her head, then thought of the notorious reputation of succubi. The tension in her body eased considerably. “Qing Qing.”

“Oh~ Qing Qing… You didn’t think I’d caught you doing something bad red-handed and came to blackmail you, did you? Why so nervous?”

Ning Chu chuckled and scooted a bit closer. The distance between them was now less than half a meter.

From this close, she could observe Qing Qing more clearly.

The girl kept her head lowered the whole time. Even when she looked at Ning Chu, it was only with a quick, furtive glance before immediately dodging away. Her overly cautious demeanor was painful to watch.

The gazes of other people seemed to make her especially uneasy. Whenever a passing student looked her way, her body would stiffen noticeably, only relaxing once the person’s eyes moved on.

“W-what do you want to do?” Qing Qing asked.

Her voice sounded no different from an ordinary girl’s—soft and sweet.

“Nothing much. I thought you might be a succubus too, so I came over to say hi,” Ning Chu replied casually, making up an excuse.

“I’m not.”

“Want some milk tea? My treat~”

Qing Qing shook her head, staring down at the tips of her shoes.

“Then… want to add each other on WeChat?”

She shook her head again in refusal.

Awkwardly, Ning Chu twirled a strand of hair at her temple with her fingertip.

She was never good at making friends proactively, and Qing Qing was completely impervious—she had no idea how to keep the conversation going.

No wonder she didn’t have a single friend. During PE, everyone else clustered together, and Qing Qing was the only one sitting alone in a corner.

Should I talk about something lewd? Wouldn’t that be way too direct?

In the end, Ning Chu stopped trying to talk. She yawned, hugged her phone, and started reading a novel.

She’d already gotten up close, her curiosity about futanari was satisfied enough.

Link for character illustration:

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1IxOucqi87ss3bmqfO9zI2gYiM1Gy8Hz2