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

He vaguely remembered that when he had sent his younger brother off to college, the boy had still been a cute little shota.

Yet today, after picking him up, he was met with… a little girl.

Ning Yuan even felt as if he had suddenly gained a younger sister.

Sitting on the couch, he kept glancing toward the bathroom, where the sound of running water echoed softly. His gaze shifted to his mother, who was scrolling through TikTok, her mood clearly not great.

She looked a little worried, with an undertone of guilt.

Everything about today felt off, and Ning Yuan couldn’t help but test the waters.

“Mom, should I take Ning Chu for a haircut tomorrow?”

“Mm, I’ll take him in the afternoon.”

That eased his mind a little—at least their mother still cared about their brother’s messy long hair.

It was probably because the kid had started bawling the moment he got home, throwing their mother off completely. That must be why she hadn’t mentioned a haircut earlier.

“Why was Ning Chu crying just now? Did you ask? Was he bullied at school?”

“Not exactly.” His mother hesitated. “Something happened. I’ll tell you later.”

“Oh…”

Ning Yuan suddenly felt like an outsider.

His mother stretched lazily, looking sleepy, then stood up and headed toward the bedroom. As she walked, she said, “Make sure your brother eats and goes to bed early. No staying up late.”

“Got it.”

Ning Yuan watched his mother disappear into her room, still unable to figure out why she insisted on sharing a bedroom with Ning Chu.

The kid had just turned eighteen…

“Delivery!”

At the knock on the door, Ning Yuan got up to answer it.

He had just set down the takeout bags when he looked up—and froze.

Ning Chu stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, with wet hair clinging to his skin.

The shorts looked a little small, tightly hugging his hips, making his round little butt appear even more perky. His slender, snow-white legs were as smooth as freshly peeled lotus roots, and his bare feet left damp footprints on the floor.

If their mother saw this, her blood pressure would probably spike.

Ning Chu had always refused to wear slippers or socks at home, no matter how many times their mother had scolded him for it.

Ning Yuan’s gaze trailed upward.

His brother’s narrow shoulders and petite frame made him look especially delicate. His smooth, round arms showed no trace of muscle definition. Beneath the oversized shirt, a small but unmistakable bulge protruded from his chest, instantly catching Ning Yuan’s attention.

…Breasts.

Before he could react, Ning Chu walked over to the couch and slipped on a jacket, blocking Ning Yuan’s line of sight.

After months of living in a boys’ dormitory, she had developed a strong habit of self-protection. She usually only took off her jacket when she was going to sleep.

But at home, she had let her guard down a little.

Her empty stomach was protesting loudly. Too hungry to bother drying her hair, she eagerly plopped down on the couch, grabbed the takeout from the table, and started unwrapping it.

“Bro, you want some?”

“What did you order?”

“BBQ and ice rice.”

She opened the takeout container, holding her phone in one hand while watching an anime, and picked up a skewered chicken drumstick with the other.

She could feel her brother’s gaze lingering on her face.

She understood his curiosity, so she didn’t pay much attention to it. Casually, she handed him a skewer of grilled cauliflower.

“Bro, when are you going back to work?”

Munching on her food, she made small talk.

“Sunday night.”

“What do you do? Where do you work?”

Ning Yuan observed the delicate features of his sibling’s face as he replied, “I work in advertising design here in town. Lots of overtime. I only come back every now and then.”

His face still had a slight baby fat, making him look even younger. Long curled eyelashes, damp from the shower, trembled lightly as if they might drop water at any moment. His slightly upturned peach blossom eyes were tinged with a soft flush…

No matter how he looked at her, this face did not belong to an eighteen-year-old boy.

“Oh~ How much do you make?”

“Five to six thousand yuan a month.”

Not much for a job in the provincial capital…

Ning Chu swallowed her comment, deciding not to hurt her brother’s pride.

“How are your grades in school?” Rejecting another skewer that Ning Chu offered, Ning Yuan leaned back on the couch and crossed his legs. “You’re not just gaming in the dorm all day, are you?”

“Not really.”

Though, in truth, she hadn’t been studying much either—most of her time was spent guarding against bad women trying to invade her personal space.

“What about a girlfriend? Anyone you like?”

“Ugh, stop rushing me…” The moment this topic came up, Ning Chu actually got excited. She bragged, “There’s this café outside my school! The owner is a senior, and she really likes me!”

“Hmm?”

“I heard she’s loaded too. Not even thirty yet, and super pretty~” She puffed out her chest proudly. “Too bad I’m not the type to live off a sugar mama!”

Mainly because dating an older woman could come with complications… and she wasn’t ready to deal with that.

“Sounds good.” But Ning Yuan’s gaze was fixed on the bulge beneath her jacket. “Why are you still wearing a jacket at night? It’s not even cold.”

Ning Chu quickly hunched her shoulders and leaned forward slightly.

“What’s up with your chest?”

She hadn’t expected him to ask so bluntly. A hint of pink dusted her cheeks as she mumbled after a brief pause, “I, uh… gained some weight lately…”

She did have the urge to tell him the truth, but there was no way she was about to show him her tattoo.

For a succubus, tattoos were… well, private, located in places just as intimate as the inner thighs.

“Gained weight, huh…”

It was true that she looked a bit fuller than before—softer, rounder, clearly with a higher body fat percentage.

But how could she have only gained weight in one specific area?

Ning Yuan felt like she was treating him like an idiot.

Still, he didn’t feel like pressing the issue. Getting up, he said, “I’m heading to bed. Don’t stay up too late after you finish eating.”

“Mm.”

Within ten minutes, she had polished off the last of the barbecue, cleaned up the wrappers, and turned off the lights before heading to their mother’s bedroom.

When she opened the door, the room was pitch dark.

She hadn’t shared a bed with their mother since kindergarten—after that, she had always slept with Ning Yuan. She barely had any memories of sleeping next to their mother.

The lingering traces of her former male mindset made her feel a little resistant, a little anxious. She was also worried that their mother might decide to check on her development in the middle of the night.

Hesitating for a moment, she tiptoed inside, using her phone screen as a dim light source, carefully climbing onto the foot of the bed to avoid waking their mother.

It was a soft, spacious double bed, with plenty of room for two people.

Ning Chu lay down on one side, leaving a gap of more than ten centimeters between them.

But as soon as she settled in, her mind started racing uncontrollably.

Since their mother was also a succubus, then… after all these years without a man in the house, could it be that she was like Lily…?

Surely she wasn’t going out and finding men elsewhere…?

Ning Chu quickly forced those thoughts down.

Speculating about her own mother like that was way out of line!