After I collapsed, I became a succubus

Vader! !

How could there be Vader here! !

Lucian could hear every strand of his hair screaming.

Vader was wearing a pitch-black outfit, with black hair and red pupils, and his demeanor was even colder and more indifferent than when Lucian fled away, as if he wanted to choose someone to eat all the time.Lucian was forced to meet his tumbling blood eyes with a hint of gold, and his heart almost stopped beating.

If what he encountered in the temple was the first Waterloo in his life, then at this moment, he saw that he had slipped into the Somali Trench.

The fear of being strangled came back to him in the Temple.But this time is different, he has no system, no way out, and he doesn't know at all...

How could I appear here.

He froze, motionless.Those golden red eyes looked at him for a long while, revealing a hint of disappointment.

"It's the same today." He seemed to hear Vader whisper.

Vader's finger stretched out towards him again... When Lucian thought his direction was the eyeball and tensed his body, the finger slid across his eyelashes.

Finally, it landed on his forehead.

His fingers pushed a strand of white hair from his eyes to behind his ears.Vader rested his chin on his shoulder, rubbing the tip of his nose against his neck, as if breathing heavily.

But that's fine, Vader couldn't see his expression at this time.However, Lucian still did not dare to relax.

Vader stroked his long hair with his hand, as if he was combing it out of boredom.Compared with the strong sense of oppression on his body, this action is almost gentle - like the owner is smoothing the fur of his own cat.

"A living figurine, a living corpse, a puppet that only knows how to act according to the instinct of the body, has no soul and no thinking, this is you, this is your current appearance. Take a good look at your current appearance..." He He heard Vader whispering maliciously at his neck, "Is this what you want? This is what you want when you betrayed me? Lucian, you really should come back and take a good look at your current appearance... ..."

"You're disgusting, right? Don't you want to live high above? It's a pity, you can only live here now, unless..." At that moment Lucian heard Vader's voice seem to dim.

Soon he felt that the moment just now was like an illusion—because Vader's voice turned cold instantly: "Forget it...you deserve it."

"boom!"

One second, Wade put the tip of his nose on Lucian's neck, and the next moment, he threw him back on the bed in disgust like throwing away a piece of trash, moody like a tyrant.

Lucian: ...

The bed was very soft, but the impact just now made him hurt for some reason.Logically speaking, this is very abnormal. At the beginning, he was also the Holy Son who was about to go to the battlefield, and his body was not so delicate...

But the hit just now really made him feel that there might be a bruise on his body.It was as if his physique had changed.

But from Vader's words, he seems to have obtained a message...

Lucian propped himself up, shivering and crawling on purpose, letting himself lean on the soft cushion at the head of the bed - he didn't hear Vader's abnormal sound because of his moving actions.

That is to say, this body can do some actions even when his soul has not yet returned.

The good news relieved him a little.

After all, he didn't dare to tell a person who hated him a hundred points, that he was back now.

That person is still the cold and bloodthirsty blackened Great Demon King.

And it's so cloudy and moody.

——What is the difference between this and courting death?

He curled up in the cushion, trying to disguise himself as a "hurt.jpg" "dazed.jpg" mentally handicapped.Although he didn't know what the "living puppet" in Vader's mouth was like, he guessed that the mentally handicapped person should be similar to the living puppet.

He is a seasoned fast traveler, well, he must be.

In short, let's get through this for a while... He hasn't figured out anything else, but he can't make it into a box here.

It hadn't been an hour since he came back.

A good man does not suffer from immediate losses.

But speaking of it, judging from Vader's "waking up so early"...it's morning, right?I really didn't expect Vader to have the habit of mocking the mentally retarded early in the morning.

Sure enough, Vader walked towards him.He held out his hand to Lucian.

Lucian trembled slightly in cooperation, trying to arouse sympathy... Forget it, express surrender without resistance.

then……

"Are you afraid of me?" he heard Vader say.

Lucian said... Lucian didn't say, the mentally retarded can't speak.

He just lowered his eyes, trembling his eyelashes, looking charming.After a long time, he heard Vader sneer.

"It's boring."

Lucian: Thank you, I'm afraid that you think I'm funny and continue to play with me.

He heard the sound of the curtains being pulled open one by one, and the sunlight came in.Lucian sat on the bed with downcast eyes, trying to disguise himself as a puppet whose soul hadn't returned yet.

He didn't know that the sun was falling on him now, together with the silver-white hair and blood-red eyes.The bare pale calf was coated with a layer of luster, so light and slender that it seemed that it could be held up with a single hand.

Even a doll is gorgeous.

Lucian heard Vader walking towards him.He recalled the content of the novel in his heart, and secretly cursed why he didn't clean up those nobles. He didn't remember that in the original text, Ridverde was so playful... Well, he couldn't find a better word to describe Vader's behavior. The behavior of waking up early in the morning and coming to the prison to see an old enemy.

Vader's fingers landed on his neck.

Lucian: ...

He tensed his back and took a deep breath secretly, preparing for the other party's sudden rage and strangling him to suffocation.

The thumb rests on the major artery in the neck.His pulse was beating under the pressure of the man's fingers.

Lucian tried his best to maintain a motionless posture - even though he had already felt the icy body temperature that seemed to invade his body.

The body temperature of the fallen god's bloodline is low.

Vader's fingers were too cold, while the skin on his neck was warm and moist, and the two phases were in contact, as if an electric current was born there.

Lucian tried hard to control himself, not to let himself think about what Vader was going to do to him.He worried that thinking would cause his heart to beat faster, revealing the fact that his spirit had returned.

After a long time, the fingers moved away.

Then came the sound of boots leaving, and the sound of the door being locked.After Vader left, Lucian still let himself curl up in those cushions, and he didn't let the cold sweat drip down his back until he confirmed that Vader would not return.

Even if Vader hadn't done anything to him just now, the sense of oppression he brought to Lucian at that moment was enormous.

Vader himself is oppression itself.

Now he has no system, and there is no unexpected support in this world.All he can do is to find a way to survive, escape, and then wait in a safe place for the system to reconnect with him and bring him out of this world.

And now he wants to confirm two things.

The first thing, where did the mana in his body go.This is related to whether he can live safely in this place where everyone hates him after fleeing.

The second thing was, besides Vader, who else could he contact in this room.

Lucian suspected that the loss of his mana was related to the chain-like anklet on his ankle - thinking about it, he knew how Vader could have placed a time bomb that could use spells by his side.He tried to untie the ankle ring, but failed, thinking that this thing might have been designed by Vader, he stopped doing futile work.

So the second thing became the top priority.Who can he meet, what can he use them for, and finally find a way to escape from this fire pit that may burn him at any time—as for mana and anklets, he can find some magic materials and incantations after leaving here Books to find a way.

He stayed in the room all day, except waiting for others, he looked at the castle through the window, thinking about his escape route.He found himself held in what appeared to be a tower in a castle.But now, the window can only be opened a crack, and there are no props in the room that can help him escape.From this point of view, there is only one escape method that he can reasonably adopt...

That is to stay here for hundreds of years, grow your hair to a length of more than ten meters, put it down, and wait for the passing prince to climb up to rescue him.

However, Lucian felt that it was more likely that Vader saw his hair first and shaved his head bald in a rage than when the prince came.

Lucian gave up thinking and curled up on the bed in a daze.His long silver hair was scattered on the bed, and he half closed his dark red eyes, half asleep and half awake, thinking about all kinds of messy things in his mind.

Twilight had already fallen, and hunger began to rush into his body.

It was at this moment that he remembered something...

A piece of common sense about the bloodline of the succubus.

Succubus are different from other creatures, they don't get energy by eating grains and meat, but kiss or have sex with other creatures, and get energy from the body fluids they get.If they do not eat for a long time, the succubus will also feel hungry, and this hunger is often connected with the desire for sex.

Lucian's face turned blue.

Lucian is a bit of a clean freak, and because of this, he never chose to obtain "love" to complete the energy collection task in the past.It is always difficult to avoid intimacy with people in order to obtain love.And in his view, these intimate encounters are uninteresting and boring.

But now...

Lucian subconsciously stroked his lower abdomen, where there was the unique dark red magic pattern of succubus.However, in his tension, he didn't feel another sense of "hunger" except for the hunger in his stomach and intestines.

He is now a semi-succubus, but he is not affected by the succubus physique?

Instead, there was a hunger that seemed to twist all the blood in his body together.The feeling was hot and intense, and it only got stronger as time went on.Lucian only felt that his whole body was about to burn.

He twisted the sheets tightly with his fingers, feeling hot with every breath he exhaled.Until then, he finally heard the long-awaited door opening.

Lucian finally found Qingming.He raised his head with difficulty, but what he saw was...

Vader again.

Vader was wearing the emperor's dark red robe, and the inside was still black.He hung his robe behind the door and walked towards Lucian.

Lucian looked up at him with difficulty.

"Are you hungry?" Vader said.

...you look like a delivery guy.If Lucian was still awake, he would definitely make such complaints in his heart.

But now he saw Vader slowly take off the leather glove on his right, revealing his slender and powerful hand.

He put his hand next to Lucian's chin.Although Lucian was drowsy and pretending to be retarded, at this moment he couldn't help but use his clear consciousness to say in his heart...

Are you going to drink Mistral wind for me?

Then, he smelled a strong fragrance.

An indescribable... strong aroma.

That strong fragrance seems to be able to arouse all hunger and desire.Two bright red cuts appeared on Vader's index finger and middle finger respectively.What followed were bright red blood beads.

It was not pure bright red, in the red, there was a hint of golden color... But the moment Lucian saw the blood, Lucian could no longer control his body with clarity.

He leaned forward uncontrollably, and sucked the two drops of blood into his lips.

The blood droplet was cold, but after entering the stomach, it ignited even greater heat, as if it wanted to burn all hunger to ashes.Lucian didn't know that his wine-red eyes were now brightly lit.The instinct to eat consumed his sanity, and his body skillfully swallowed more of the blood that Vader had forced out into his mouth.It seems that eating like this has become his habit.

Vader sneered, as if he was a little tired of his slow speed like a kitten eating.He directly held the back of Lucian's head with his left hand, and stuck two bloody fingers into his mouth.

More blood poured into Lucian's body.He swallowed uncontrollably, and all his anxiety and hunger were relieved at that moment.His pale face was flushed with hunger, and the drooping eyelashes covered his red eyes, and even the joints were stained pink.

"This is your weight for this week." Vader held his white hair with his left hand, and there was some joy in his gloomy voice, "I will take you to a good place in a while."

He patted Lucian's head with his hands: "Your old lover is here."

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Contents of this chapter: Lucian eats blood, Vader is jealous

The old lover is eating vinegar indiscriminately (

Actually from Vader's point of view it's a sad story (no)

Feeding a soulless body with blood, he will never say anything annoying again, nor will he respond in any way.I don't know what kind of feelings I have for him, so I can only say hurtful things to him in vain every day, and feel that I am very boring while talking, as if I can vent some emotions that I don't understand.

I seem to have lost something, but I will never understand what I have lost. There is a slight sense of loss, but it is only to the extent that I think of that hateful face in my dreams late at night.

But I don't want that body to die.

In fact, here Vader didn't realize that he liked to suffer. He only knew that if this body died, this person who seemed to be very special to him would disappear in this world, and then everyone, to him, It's all the same again.

As for not being aware of why I like to force a kiss...cough cough, it’s probably this kind of mental journey, because this is the subject of the text, so I will analyze it in the words:

It's an eyesore.

Rage, hatred, all kinds of dark emotions surged up, trying to crush him, a strong possessive desire that I mistaken for destructive desire

Want to put a new stamp on him.

It feels like the other person's lips are an eyesore.

The body moves by itself! !

kissed.

Suddenly it tastes good, and I feel like I should have done it in the first place.

He seemed terrified and felt better.

……

……

he died.

Unexplainable emotions, but still want him to live, since they can't be explained, let's just think it's the desire for revenge.

Can't help but look at him.

I really want to destroy him, but what should I do if I crush him.

In fact, it seems that I don't want to destroy it, forget it, I don't bother to think about it.

……

Probably such a mental journey↑

Feeling a little kismesis

Very coquettish and the devil king (actually tsundere)

"I wanted to see you dripping with blood, but in the end I realized that what I wanted to see was actually you acting like a baby in my arms."