After My Enemy Finds Out I'm a Succubus [Transmigration Book]

When the last drop of wine in the cup was drunk, a firework exploded in the sky.

Artists spun torches and rushed into the arena, and the firelight drew brilliant arcs in the night, like shooting stars.

The grand finale of the celebration banquet, the "Fireworks Show", began.

The use of gunpowder is still immature in this era, and fireworks are very rare things.The people cheered and admired, their eyes were attracted by the brilliance, and they didn't notice that Luke's footsteps swayed slightly when he walked down the steps.

Luke blinked, and his vision became clear again. The double image just now seemed to be an illusion.

"It is said that more gold coins were used to organize the fireworks show this year than to support an army." Xia Zuo greeted him, "Let's watch the fireworks together. There is a place with a particularly good view. I will take you there."

His palms were hot, scalding Luke as he took hold of his wrist.

"Are you having a fever?" Luke frowned.

Xia Zuo touched the foreheads of the two of them: "No."

However, Luke felt that the skin on his wrist was numb and hot, as if every nerve cell was several times more sensitive, and his whole body was a little fried.

They almost grew up wearing a pair of pants, and it was even more common to hold his wrist.

This was the first time Luke wanted to shake off his hand.

——Besides, the problem is not Xia Zuo, but himself.

Lu Jia was trying to endure, when suddenly a black shadow rushed over and slammed into Xia Zuo heavily.

The wine in that man's hand splashed all over Xia Zuo's body. After hitting Xia Zuo, the black figure ran away without looking back, and then knocked down many nobles.

The curses rang out one after another, until a noble lady exclaimed, "My necklace is missing", and the nobles who had been bumped realized that they had lost their things.

"Thief!" "I've never seen that sommelier before! He sneaked in!" "Catch him!"

The guards who were eager to catch the thief knocked down the big cake, the cake smashed into the goblets arranged in a pyramid, and the broken glass pierced the nobleman's feet... The scene was very chaotic for a while.

In order to wipe the clothes, Xia Zuo naturally let go of Luke's hand, and when he raised his head again, Luke had already been dispersed by the crowd.

Luke was squeezed in the crowd, gnashing his teeth angrily.

Of course he saw that the bartender who bumped into someone and then took the sheep was An Qiluo - he didn't know what the hell was going on with that kid.

People brushed past him, the smell and touch exploded in his mind along with the fireworks in the night, Luke was pushed forward in a daze, his vision became more and more blurred.

In the confusion, someone took his hand.

It wasn't a wristshake, nor was it a simple handshake—he clasped his fingers together, and the thin calluses grazed the tender flesh between his fingers, causing tremors.

Cold and slender, it was Lance's hand.

Even with such cold hands, Luke felt unbearably hot.

Is "Divine Wine" considered strong alcohol?

He shook his head vigorously to try to clear his mind, and struggled with his fingers to escape Lance, but Lance's hand held him tenderly, and all struggles were useless.

Luke was led out by Lance in such a daze.

After getting out of the crowd, Luke suddenly felt much more sober.They were standing high on the steps of the temple. There was no one there, but they could see the fireworks in the sky from afar.

It is because of the distance that we can appreciate all the beauty of fireworks.

...It's just that the distance between the two of them is too close.

Interlocking fingers—isn't this the distance between a master and a servant or a friend?Lance may not understand, but Luke feels that such intimacy is inappropriate.

Who allowed him to touch his hand so casually?

Before Luke frowned, he heard Lan Siwen say: "Your Highness is beautiful tonight."

His sentences were vague, and he couldn't make out whether it was "Your Highness is beautiful tonight" or "Your Highness, tonight is beautiful".

"It's 'Tonight's fireworks are beautiful'," Luke reminded him solemnly, "Pay attention to strict grammar, and don't omit the subject at will, Lance."

Lance smiled at him without saying yes or no.

In the night, only the lights of the temple are always bright, but the lights of the gods cannot reach them.Only when the fireworks bloomed in the sky for a moment was bright, Luke could clearly see Lance's appearance.

He felt that something had changed in Lance, but he couldn't tell exactly what had changed.

It's as if... that big stray dog ​​in the afternoon finally got his wish and found his home, and he couldn't even be chased away.

When the fireworks were in full bloom, the brilliance fell on Lance's face, as if God had cast his favor on the world.

...beautiful.

Luke swayed again.

The abnormality that appeared in his body just now went back and forth, his vision became hazy again, and the sound of fireworks exploding made him have a splitting headache for a while, and drifted away suddenly for a while.

"Your Highness?"

Lance looked at him with concern, obviously speaking normally, but Luke felt that the voice was like velvet brushing against his ears.

Even the contact between his fingers made him numb like an electric shock, which made his head dizzy.

Luke realized something belatedly.

... an aphrodisiac in the wine?

Due to physical reasons, he had little desire before and after time travel, and this was the first time he felt so obvious.

His mind flickered, and he immediately clenched his teeth again.

He must be alone.

Never make a fool of yourself in front of anyone, especially Lance.

With this thought, a force returned to Luke, and he snapped Lance's hand open.

"You overstepped. Go away."

His voice was hoarse, and his head was lowered so that people couldn't see his expression clearly.

Having said that, with Lance's obedient and good character of not meddling in other people's business, he will definitely not follow.

Thinking of this, he settled down, managed to steady his pace, and walked down the steps slowly.

Luke overestimated his situation.

As soon as he left Lance, his physical abnormality suddenly became several times worse.

The two legs seemed to no longer belong to me. Every time I took a step, the fabric rubbed and caused a shiver, and I needed to endure it so as not to make a fool of myself.

He tried his best to prop up his eyelids, but his vision was still bit by bit swallowed by the water.

Not just the eyes, but all the places on his body that can drain fluid are oozing, like wringing out a towel that has just been soaked in water.

In a trance, Luke even wondered if he would leave wet footprints.

...Damn it, why are the steps so long.

Suddenly his ankle went limp, and the whole world spun.He raised his elbows, ready to roll down the steps, but felt his waist tighten.

An arm pulled him back, and with too much force, Luke slammed into the man's chest instead.

"Be careful, Your Highness." Lance's voice came from behind.

The dizziness eased again, and Luke was annoyed that he saw his gaffe again, so he couldn't help but angrily said, "Didn't I tell you to..." Get out?

He stopped talking halfway.

Telling Lance to fuck off, he almost literally "rolled off" himself, it's like a joke.

Luke pursed his lips into a thin straight line, and raised his eyelids to stare.

He wanted to see if Lance had any reason to disobey his orders.

But Lance said seriously: "Your Highness, you forgot something."

Luke made a confused nasal sound.

"Me." Lance smiled slightly, "You forgot to bring me."

He called himself Luke's thing. Although it is true that slaves belong to masters, there is a special sense of satisfaction when these words come out of Lance's mouth.

Luke raised his eyebrows playfully.

"My dear follower of the God of Light, are you using such sweet words to win the favor of the God of Light?"

"When I pray to God, I confess my soul to Him and never lie." Lance said calmly, "If you mean this, then I am indeed serving you in the way I serve God."

The implication is that the previous words came from the heart and are all true.

Luke frowned.

He was used to Lance's indifferent appearance, even when he was humiliated by the nobles, he would not open his mouth to resist. Luke never thought that he would use words to please himself.

However, Lance's expression was flat and his words were serious, as if he was simply expressing his inner thoughts and had no other intentions.

Lance took Luke's silence as suspicion.

"I'm yours," he confirmed again, looking into Luke's eyes, "please use me as you like."

Luke looked at him for a while and asked, "Even if you are used as a chariot?"

Lance smiled.

"As you wish, Your Highness."

He hugged Luke horizontally, and Luke naturally wrapped his arms around his neck, like soothing the back of a horse while riding it.

Although not the most obedient, it is the most reliable horse.

Indeed, as Lance said, he doesn't need to think too much at all, as long as it is easy to use.

He can use him with peace of mind.

At the same time, Luke felt a dull pain in his shoulder blades and tailbone, and something seemed to grow out of his forehead through his skull.

It seems that it is not as simple as aphrodisiac.

"Go back to my bedroom," Luke ordered, "prepare some cold water in the bathtub, and then stay outside, no matter what happens inside, don't enter."

"Yes, Your Highness." Lance was a little worried, "Maybe I shouldn't ask too much, what happened to your body?"

"You really shouldn't ask." Luke's voice softened, "I'm just drunk."

Perhaps it was because Lance's arms were too cradle-like, and his mind began to blur again.This feeling is very strange, the body is excited, hot and full of vitality, but the rationality is drifting away.

"Your hands are so cold." He murmured.

At the beginning, the coolness only slightly rubbed against his neck, but Luke chased after the coolness and turned his head sideways, rubbing his hot cheeks against his hands gently.

Like a child loving a piece of ice cream in summer, like the caress of a cat raising its head and cuddling in the palm of its hand.

It seemed that a little bit of coolness could no longer satisfy him.

Luke looked around for the next cold spot, but all he touched was cloth.

Lance was wearing too tight clothes, Luke thought angrily, who is he wearing so many clothes to defend against?

He apparently forgot that it was because Lance was wearing so much that he could take off one by one and put them on for him every time he needed them, or to keep him out of the rain—like a mobile omnipotent clothes hanger.

The lights gradually brightened, and there was a voice, and Lance took off his coat again to wrap him up.

Only this time, the entire face was covered.

With dim vision, Luke said in a complaining tone, "What are you doing?"

"It's windy, Your Highness."

It's all indoors, where is the wind?

Lance's clothes, arms, and chest seemed to form a small private space. Luke couldn't see the outside, and people outside couldn't see him inside.

In this small space, it's just Lance and him.

The smell of saponin, grass and warm sun emanating from Lance's body mixed together and became more and more intense, dyeing Luke's cheeks pink.

It's hot, and... Thirsty?

After taking off his outer robe, the long gown in front of him seemed to be easily untied.

"Your Highness, please don't move around," Lance's eyelashes trembled slightly, "Wait a minute, we will be there soon..."

Those hands hooked up to his neck, like encouraging and threatening pinches.The nails were sunk into the flesh, slightly itchy.

His Highness's nails were trimmed by himself two days ago, they are beautiful and round, even if he clenches his fist hard, it won't hurt his palm.

But now the nails hooked on his neck were long and sharp... This reminded Lance of the demons mentioned in the scriptures, they had black nails as sharp as bird claws.

Especially succubus.

They lure nocturnal travelers to their dreams and claim the life fluid.Victims often become haggard day by day, not only because of the injury to the body, but also because of nostalgia for the dew that night, and lovesickness.

The scriptures describe the nail scratches on the backs of the victims.

Luke moved his fingers, only to feel that his throat was extremely thirsty.

A lot of water was squeezed out of the body before, and now it seems to be drawn from other places to make up.

He noticed that Lance's lips were slightly opened and closed, the light cherry blossom powder was pure and transparent.

I don't know if there are...

All reason dissipated, and Luke's only thought now was to "quench his thirst".

cold, moist...

He raised his head and bit his lips.

Attacked suddenly, his prey seemed to be stunned, the arms holding him stiffened.

The glass-bead-like green eyes widened slightly, and the eyelashes kept trembling, sweeping against his cheeks, a little itchy.

Luke withdrew his mouth, raised his eyelids, and raised the corners of his lips like a silent invitation.

He licked the corner of his lips, revealing half of the devil's fangs.

"Not enough," he ordered. "Open your mouth."

His prey is very obedient.

Luke hooked his eyes and smiled frivolously, and kissed him again.