After I collapsed, I became a succubus

"...Succubus." Even though his eyes were trapped, the high priest of the Celestial Clan remained indifferent and reserved, "How did you hide in the royal city? Who helped you? And who helped you sneak into the church?" from here?"

All he got was a moan.

"Is this the question you should ask me now, High Priest, you are too serious."

His lips were brushed by a finger, he had seen that finger, holding a white rose or white lily for his deceased husband... Now the finger touched his lips, but it was so soft.

Not at all...cold, alienated from another dead man.

"...Otherwise, what do you want me to ask you?" The high priest said, "What is your plan in the king's city?"

He heard the succubus chuckle twice: "High Priest, you are really a spoiler... You make it sound like I am a terrible enemy."

"The devil..."

"Only one part of your whole body is more honest." The succubus blocked his words, "I don't want to hear your nonsense anymore, I'm hungry, be good."

……

This time it was still the succubus who made the preparations in front of him who was blindfolded, and the duration was still an hour.

The feeling of being unable to move made the High Priest angry.Compared with the lively and fragrant succubus, he felt as if he was being used as an object by the other party... Of course, I have to say that despite this, the other party's figure, voice, breath, or skills are all called It's a bone-destroying gem.

An hour later, the succubus crawled off him.He whispered in his ear with that soft but breathless voice: "Thank you... for the hospitality. Today is another Sunday when God is absent. See you next week, High Priest."

After speaking, the succubus left.

This time after the high priest broke free from the medicine, what he saw was still the hair rope that was thrown beside his bed.His shoulders and chest hurt badly, all of which were the deep scratches left on him by the succubus when he couldn't help himself—judging from the succubus' voice and various soft and hot reactions, these are indeed He didn't catch him deliberately for the purpose of hurting him.

The high priest grasped the hair rope firmly in his hands.He crumpled it up, like he wanted to kill him when he couldn't move his body.The hair rope in his hands is like the shameless body of the demon, soft and warm...

'I'm going to kill him sooner or later. ’ thought the high priest, who was indifferent and stone-cold.

It took a week for the remaining sweet scent and scratches of the succubus to completely dissipate.The high priest still didn't find any trace of the succubus, as if he wasn't hiding anywhere in the royal city.

Until the Saturday of the following week, he saw him again in church.

That shameless and licentious succubus was still wearing that mourning dress, and still had that plain and pure appearance.The succubus sat alone in a corner of the church, eyes closed, as if praying for her deceased husband.

The high priest did not suppress his impulse this time.He walked towards the opponent with a livid face, reaching out to grab the opponent's arm.However, just between his finger and the other's arm that was about to touch, he heard the succubus' urgent and indifferent voice: "My lord priest, please...please respect yourself."

The white-haired beauty is written all over her body with restrained rejection of strange men.The refusal was determined because of his tight body, but because of his slender waistline and trembling eyes, it seemed easy to be tormented and tormented.He raised his eyes and glanced at him, and panicked again, there was a sparkling light in his eyes that was cold and bewildered by accident.

A Celestial Clan nobleman who came in with the succubus also got up.He had never seen such a scene, nor had he seen such an ugly expression on the High Priest's face.However, he believed in the weakness and indifference of the widow, so he said to the high priest: "Master High Priest, maybe there is some misunderstanding here..."

The high priest looked down at the white-haired beauty.The beauty pursed her lips and stared indifferently at the front, her body wrapped tightly in black mourning clothes was full of restraint and inviolability.The high priest stared at him and withdrew his hand.

"I see you are sad, sir," he said deadpan.

The rest lamented the luck of the widow that the great high priest would personally hear his prayers and bless him.The pure celestial clans did not notice the dark tide surging between the two.After all, the widow looked too loyal, cold and weak, and the high priest was too serious, ascetic and cold.

After the blessing, the widow still kept a distance from the high priest and everyone else.

The high priest looked at him coldly.

Every Saturday to Sunday night, he is so enthusiastic, his body is so soft, so clingy...

But now, his eyes are pale, and his body is cold and withdrawn, as if he is just a widow who is keeping a festival for his lover, and not the succubus like a medicine wrapped in honey at night.

Tonight the succubus really came again.He drugged the tea the priests drank.As usual, when the priest was blindfolded, he sat on him.

"Perform some baptisms on me first, Lord Priest. Come and influence me, this ridiculous... succubus." He put his arms around his neck, his voice was soft, and he was not as indifferent and refused as he was in the daytime, "I heard Baptism is to drop holy water on a person's forehead. If that's the case, then use yourself...to wash me clean from the inside out."

"You come to the church to pray every week and pretend not to know me. Don't you know that licentiousness is a crime?" the high priest said coldly.

The succubus giggled all over him.He kissed his chin and said, "The outline of your face is so beautiful, I really like it...My lord priest, since licentiousness is a crime, then you should whip me where I am guilty."

He's about to start again.The effect of the medicine lasted for two hours each time, so he only took more than an hour each time before leaving.This amount of time is exhausting for the succubus, but far from enough for the high priest.

Succubus' behavior that only cared about his own pleasure made him feel extremely annoyed.

But what annoyed him even more today... was the resistance that the succubus showed towards him during the day, pretending not to know him.

Wasn't he the one who attacked him first?Wasn't he the first to blaspheme him?Let him have shameful, mortal desires because of him.Those embarrassing love words that the succubus said to him on the bed, those slutty voices, those shameless actions, those deliberate seductions...

Why did he pretend to be strangers to him?

The high priest felt the material of the succubus' clothes.Sure enough, what he was wearing was not the mourning suit in the daytime, but softer silk.The high priest said as if mocking the chaste and holy son-like dignity that this person pretended to be in the daytime: "Why don't you come to see me in your mourning clothes?"

The succubus paused.His sarcasm was rarely met with the silence that the succubus had never had before.In the past, no matter what he satirized, the succubus would respond with a smile.But this time, the succubus was silent.

"That won't work." The succubus kissed the contours of his face with her lips, "That won't work."

"What's wrong? You wear it during the day to pretend to be chaste, but you take it off at night to seduce me." The voice of the high priest is also cold, even if he said such burning words, "or is it that night is some kind of switch for you? ?”

The succubus stopped responding to him.After a long time, the succubus said, "You talk a lot. If only you could do as much work as you talk."

High Priest: ...

A kind of hard thorn pierced the bottom of his heart, whether it was because of the rejection of the succubus or because of the mourning clothes.

That mourning dress... the mourning dress that she didn't want to wear to see him, did it belong to Succubus' former husband?

If that's the case, why are you with him...

"Don't think too much, Lord High Priest. Although your technique is not good, mine is good and very skilled..." The succubus started giggling again, "Enjoy yourself, I'm so hungry today very."

"You bitch." He couldn't help cursing when the succubus finally sat up. This sentence seemed to stimulate the succubus, "Fuck you."

The succubus seemed to be tilting her head to look at him, her long hair fell on his body, itching numbly.

"You're not fucking me, I'm riding you." He laughed again.

……

The succubus lasted for a full two hours this time, an unprecedented length of time.He seemed to be really stimulated by the high priest's words, and thoroughly demonstrated how "skilled" he could be on the high priest.

"I love you, I really love you." At the end, he even kissed the contours of the high priest's face, his voice trembling with trance and piety, "I really love you..."

It was a voice the High Priest had never heard in previous encounters, coming from the mouth of the absurd succubus.He had only heard the voice of the man deliberately seductive, teasing and debauched, or the voice of a widow wearing mourning clothes in the daytime with indifference and retreat.

This is the first time he heard his pain with happiness, piety with a trance, as if all the affectionate voices came from the depths of his heart.

Such an affectionate voice made the high priest stunned for a moment.Two hours later, the effect of the medicine on him has gradually faded.At this time, if he started to gather strength to break free from the effects of the medicine, he might be able to capture this hateful and absurd succubus completely, and destroy him like destroying his hair rope.

But he didn't.

Perhaps it was because the succubus was kissing the contours of his face, kissing him like a loved one.

It was a softness he had never experienced before... soft.

The succubus got off him.This time it seemed that all the strength of the succubus had been exhausted, so that the succubus even fell several times due to exhaustion.The high priest was lying on the bed, blindfolded.He is not satisfied yet.

"See you next week." The succubus whispered in his ear.

Immediately after the succubus left, the high priest sat up.The medicinal property in his body was removed, but he didn't chase the succubus.

There was still a hair rope next to his pillow.The high priest picked it up and looked at it with cold eyes.

After that, the two continued their relationship twice more.The succubus always comes to the church to pray every Saturday, and every Saturday night, the priest is blindfolded, and the two are lingering on the bed.

The priest tried to break free from the shackles in the second time, but unfortunately failed.The succubus lay on top of him and smiled at him, "What are you struggling for? My skills are much better than yours, and I'm much more proficient..."

As he said that, he kissed his chin again when he was in a state of infatuation: "I really love you..."

The priest pursed his lips and lay on the bed.He was waiting for the succubus who was rustling into clothes to say "see you next week".

Like every time in the past, the succubus would say.

But this time the succubus didn't say anything.

……

On Saturday of the second week, the priest met the succubus again in the church.

The succubus was still wearing the widow's clothes to pray, and she still had the cold and chaste Son of God in the daytime.The high priest glanced at him from afar, intending to turn a blind eye to his seduction.

After the sermon, he saw the succubus talking to the nobles of the Celestial Clan around him.The high priest's hearing was very good, and he vaguely heard the word "death day".

"My condolences." In the end, he saw the nobleman of the Celestial Clan pat the succubus on the shoulder.The succubus paled and nodded slightly.

That pale face made him more anxious than ever before.He wanted to go on with a cold face, bring the succubus into the small room, and let him remove the disguised sad expression on his face—the expression born of another person, which made him extremely displeased.

But when he finally couldn't restrain himself and wanted to go down, the succubus had already left.

...It doesn't matter, he will come again at night.thought the High Priest.

But this night he drank tea and waited from evening to dawn the next day, but the bed was still empty.Except for the four hair ties in his box, the succubus never came.