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

"Don't touch me," Luke ordered.

His voice melts into the music.

The music flows between the dance steps, and their distance is sometimes very close, and every turn is like a provocation; sometimes they are far away, only a few steps away, and they are attracted to each other again and reunite.

Recently, they breathed and heard each other, and their hands made the illusion of clasping, but they couldn't really touch.

Luke's eyes gradually went blank. His body was still beside Lance, but his soul seemed to float into an illusory palace, intoxicated by the rhythm of music and dance.

Even if the four eyes are facing each other, it will not reflect anyone's figure.

This is a solo dance.

Lance's eyes dimmed slightly.

His Highness never put anyone in his eyes, never shared his soul with anyone.

dissatisfied.

I want His Highness to see him.

Lance lowered his eyelashes, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Luke was dancing obsessively, when he suddenly felt something lightly rubbing against his waist.His consciousness returned to his body, only seeing Lance's slightly drooping eyelashes.

"Sorry, Your Highness."

Luke said nothing.He raised his eyebrows lightly, and stomped hard on Lance's toes in the next spin.

Lance's expression remained unchanged.

It was only then that Luke remembered angrily that Lance didn't feel pain,? This wasn't a punishment at all for him.

So Lance saw with satisfaction, the little prince's beautiful purple eyes reflected his figure, even though those eyes were as cold as the cold wind, as if they could kill someone on the spot.

Killing,? Your Highness seems to have thought of doing this from the very beginning, and is capable of doing so.

As long as His Highness just lifts a finger casually, and gives a random order, he can be sent to the guillotine.

If he turned into a dead body, with His Highness's arrogance, there probably wouldn't be a trace of fluctuation on his face.

"Be careful. The punishment next time will not be so simple."

Harsh words spit out from Luke's lips.

This is a threat.

To Lance's ears, it was like a feather brushing against his heart, slightly itchy.

He suddenly felt curious.

To what extent would His Highness have to kill him?

For example... ignoring His Highness's wishes, sucking on this thin lip that spit out evil words, biting it until it was slightly swollen, rosy and fleshy, glistening with water?

Thinking of this, he leaned over slightly, passed by when he was about to kiss those lips, and then wrapped his arms around Luke's waist.

Not pretending to be a mistake, but putting his hand on his waist openly.

"...Bold!" Luke's eyes were shining brightly.

Lance looked into his eyes and smiled, "Your Highness, Miss Aphra is watching."

Unlike in the past, when the eyelashes were half down, making it difficult to see clearly, now Lance is looking straight at Luke, almost giving Luke the illusion of being invaded.

Like that night.

This is a challenge to his authority.

Luke narrowed his eyes dangerously, raised his chin, and the corner of his mouth curved like a poisonous scorpion's tail.

"Who allowed you to look up at me?"

"Looking directly into your partner's eyes is a basic courtesy when dancing." Lance's voice was still gentle, "I want to provide the most standard example for Miss."

Luke wanted to use Aphra to contain Lance, but he didn't expect that his sister would become Lance's best weapon against him.

"Sophistry." He sneered, "What about the hand?"

Lance smiled slightly, without explanation.

His movements are very gentle, and will not make Luke feel pressured, but such gentle strength can keep Luke close to him at all times.Although it will be separated with the dance, it will always return to his arms in the end.

Being stared at by those god-like eyes, Luke refused to show any weakness.

Lance had no doubts, if eyes could kill, he would have been hacked to pieces by His Highness long ago.

When the dance music ended, Luke's chest heaved violently, and he didn't immediately look down because of his sister's presence.

"This is the most beautiful dance I've ever seen." Aphra praised while applauding.

"Aphra, you go out first." Luke said blankly, "I have a private matter to tell Lance."

The blush gradually faded from Aphra's face, and she realized that her behavior seemed to have offended her brother.

Luke glanced at her and eased his expression: "Go and play. Pick some flowers for our dinner." "Yes, brother." Aphra saluted and exited the living room.

After the two of them were left in the room, Lance knelt down on one knee without waiting for Luke's order.

"I'm not good at dancing. I'm afraid I will be a drag on teaching His Highness to my younger sister. I don't intend to offend. Please forgive me, Your Highness."

With his back turned to him, Luke spoke coldly.

"Is it because I have been too friendly to you recently that you have the illusion that you can surpass me and defy me?"

"I have no intention of disobedience, Your Highness." Lance's voice was flat.

Luke turned around, clenched his jaw and lifted it up.

Lance's eyelashes drooped docilely, ascetic and holy, as if the aggressive look in his dancing eyes was just an illusion.

Luke examined his face and heard Lance say:

"Your Highness, I wrote to the nuns of St. Martin's Monastery the day before yesterday to inquire about demonization. She raised me from a young age and is very knowledgeable. She often discusses theology with me. Maybe the letter will arrive in the next few days."

"Whether she knows how to deal with demonization is still unknown." Luke sneered, "Are you trying to exchange a blank check for my forgiveness?"

"I want to help His Highness, and I have no other intentions." Lance said sincerely.

Luke pinched his face and stared at him for a long time before letting go.

He tore off the white silk gloves, swung his wrists, and threw them into the flames of the fireplace.

"The firewood in the room seems to be burnt out." He said amidst the smell of burning. "You go to the forest and get some back."

He rang the bell to call the steward who came to deal with the sundries, and ordered: "Give him an axe, and let him in after dinner. If he doesn't chop enough firewood to burn overnight, Lance's food portion will be canceled tomorrow morning."

"No buggy. On foot." He sneered. "Our dear Lancelot looks particularly energetic."

"Yes, Your Highness." Lance bowed slightly to him, followed the steward and left the living room.

Luke leaned against the window sill of the castle, watching Lance's thin back from a distance from the window, and tapped his knuckles slowly on the window sill.

Lance was driven away so easily by him.

Before, even if he kicked him, he had to stick behind him a little bit, but this time the expulsion was extremely smooth, so smooth that it made Lu Jia suspicious.

He called the servant in charge of the mail and asked, "Who did Lance correspond with, and when?"

"Returning to Your Highness, the only person who communicated with Lance was Sister Catherine in St. Martin's Monastery. The correspondence was on a monthly basis, and the most recent one was six days ago."

Illusion?Luke's fingers tapping on the window sill stopped.

"In the future, if there is any correspondence between him and him, he will notify me first."

"Do you need me to copy the contents of the letter to His Highness?"

"...Forget about the content." Luke turned his face sideways, "I don't have a hobby of voyeurism yet."

Lancelot would not harm him, nor threaten him, at least not now.

No ability, no reason.

A drop of rainwater hit the back of Luke's hand from the window, and the attendant closed the window, and the rain curtain gradually wet the glass window.

This cloudy rain will continue to spread until June.

Luke stood by the window for a while until his vision was completely blurred by the rain.

"Draw the curtains," he said.

It was raining heavily, Lance broke through the rain curtain and pushed open the wooden door, and put the firewood behind him in the corner of the dilapidated wooden house.

His whole body was soaked, with long silver hair and a thin shirt clinging to his back, outlining a well-proportioned and powerful muscle line.

Water was dripping from almost every crevice on his body, but his green eyes shone brightly in the firelight.

"You're here." The dozing old man by the window shook the recliner, as if everything was expected, "Sooner than I imagined."

"Give me the key to Shenghonglin's library." Lance said straight to the point.

The old man laughed: "Give me your holy power first."

"How to do it?"

The old man said with interest: "So anxious?"

"I think you have predicted my situation through the stars." Lance said without any expression on his face, "Master 'God Tongue' of the 'Oracle Sect'."

The old man's rocking chair stopped.

The head of the oracle sect has no name.His whereabouts are surreptitious, rarely appearing in religious ceremonies, wandering around astrology towers and wilderness, exploring the will of God.

Because his tongue had correctly predicted two major disasters in the Holy Kingdom, he was called the "God's Tongue".

In addition to those two correct predictions, there are still more than a dozen wrong predictions.

"You are more ambitious than I imagined." "Shen Tongue" glanced at the firewood in the corner of the room, "Is it the little prince's troubles that made you change your mind?"

"I don't have time to waste chatting with you." Lance looked indifferently, "Next time I don't want to hear you criticize my relationship with Your Highness."

The magic tongue let out a "ha", never expecting that the big loyal dog, which has always been docile in front of this person, would show such a cold and savage side.

"It's really disrespectful to elders."

"You want something from me."

"..." God Tongue was speechless.

He shook his head, took out a book from the bookshelf above the fireplace, and input the holy power into the mechanism.Under the urging of the holy power, the fireplace slowly moved sideways, revealing a dark and deep secret passage.

"Come on," he said, "besides me, you will be the only living person who has seen the entrance of Yaoguang Pagoda."

Lance stepped into the secret passage without hesitation.

As soon as he entered it, he felt an invisible pressure forcing him to release his holy power.A faint golden glow emerged outside his body, turning into small light spots and flying out, gradually lighting up the runes carved in the secret passage.

There is no light shining, but it is like being in the center of the sun.

Shen Tongue's eyes widened, and the two eyeballs almost fell out of shock.

"...Good! Good!" He exclaimed, "I have never seen such a pure and huge holy power in my life! The prosperity of the Oracle Sect is just around the corner!"

Soon, Lance felt that the holy power in the rune had become saturated.He glanced at the murals shining with golden lights on the wall of the secret passage, and finally landed on the old man who was stunned by the great joy.

"Take me to the Shenghonglin Library." He didn't feel tired.

"Okay, okay..." Shen Tongue couldn't even speak clearly, "Good boy, keep up."

The secret underground passages extend in all directions, leading to the entire building of Shenghonglin Castle. The forked passages are criss-crossed, like a labyrinth.If it weren't for Lance's ability to sense the guidance of the holy text on the cave wall, he might get lost while holding the map.

"Shen Tongue" babbled as he walked.

"I'm curious, how did you survive? Today's queen is jealous, and there are only a handful of illegitimate children of His Majesty, and they are only the pair of brothers and sisters."

Seeing that Lance did not respond, he went on to explain:

"Such pure holy power can only be possessed by the direct descendants of the God of Light." He paused on his crutches and inquired, "Didn't your mother tell you that you are a child of the royal family?"

Lance frowned.

"My name is Winston."

"The son of the Duke of Winston? This..." God clicked his tongue, shook his head, and stopped talking.

After about half an hour, they came to a small wooden door that looked like a cellar entrance.

"It's here. Your holy power is its key." God Tongue said, "I don't understand why you choose this as a reward. Freedom, priest and bishop, knight title... as long as you open your mouth, I will also give you the rest." I can get it for you."

"You don't have to do anything." Lance leaned forward, "For now."

He pushed open the door of the library with a "squeak", and a stale smell came over his face.

This place is quite different from the spacious and clean library that people imagine. It is more like a wine cellar that has not been repaired for a long time.

The space is narrow, and the parchment rolls are stacked on a wooden shelf, and there are spider webs hanging from the corners of the wooden shelf. The spider crawls outside the solution glass jar containing the devil's organs, and disappears into the shadows in an instant.

Cramped, cramped, messy, dark.

Lance locked the door behind him.

He lit the radiance of holy power with his fingertips, brushed away the dust from the labels on the wooden frame, and searched for signs of succubi, demonization, and curses.

After finding the corresponding wooden frame, his browsing speed is extremely fast, and sometimes he only needs to glance at the first and last pages to get a general idea of ​​the contents of the book.

Not long after, his eyes fell on a diary.

[The experimental research on the half-succubus Rita starts today. 】

The diary begins with this sentence.

No one has ever captured a live succubus, and the priest who occasionally encounters the "half-succubus" child of a human and a succubus and studies it is the first priest that Lance knows.

【It gradually desires the touch of a man, and unconsciously makes a seductive gesture. 】

[Human body fluids are the source of its magic power. It longs for body fluids. After every relief, the bloodline of the succubus will corrode its body twice. 】

[However, not everyone's body fluids can be satisfied, and the particularity of the body fluid provider needs to be confirmed...]

After reading this, Lance couldn't help but rejoice that he happened to be able to help His Highness.

He read on.

[The limit is once a week.Seven days, this sacred number is also reflected in the devil. 】

Lance's eyes froze.

It happened to be the seventh day from the night of the fireworks show to today.

However, the succubi brought about by the bloodline is different from the succubus brought about by the curse, and His Highness does not necessarily have the same cycle as the "it" in the diary.

He browses faster.

【Body fluids can heal its injuries and restore its energy.Every time it wakes up from its instinctive desires, it will confess to God, which is ridiculous...]

In addition to the cold data, the priest's personal emotions were gradually mixed in the text, and the handwriting became chaotic.

Lance flipped through the pages.

【It turned into a purebred succubus. 】

[When it was discovered, it pulled out its own heart. 】

Lance snapped his fingers.

Priest's subject committed suicide.

The last page was stiff, like something dried up.

【Forgive me for ending the life you gave me.Forgive me for distributing your soul and body to others. 】

Lance rubbed the page, and the black-brown blood splattered by the priest when he committed suicide covered most of the content.

He found a fragment of a sentence among the mottled smudges.

【I have never understood...only the bodily fluids of the mouthful person can produce the effect...】

The "mouth" was covered with blood.

Lance looked carefully at the outer edge of the first letter in the holy light and guessed it was an "L".

"L"?

Lance's heart twitched slightly.

The aged paper was very brittle, he could use holy power to dissolve the blood stains and see the text hidden underneath, but that required a long time and meticulous processing.

The deadline for "seven days" has always been hanging in his mind. It doesn't matter what the particularity of the candidate is. After all, His Highness only needs him alone, and there is no need to screen other people through conditions.

It's almost time.

He tore off the last page and put it in his arms. After walking out of the secret passage, all the doors closed behind him one by one.

The old man is still lying in front of the window of the dilapidated wooden house and dozed off.

Lance took the firewood on his back and walked into the rainy night.

He walked in a hurry, because he was panting violently, and the rainwater was inhaled into his respiratory tract many times, choking him and coughing.

After putting down the firewood, the servant said that His Highness had fallen asleep without any abnormalities, and Lance was slightly relieved.

"Your Highness." He knocked on the door.

His Highness will not fall asleep at this time, and he usually reads for a long time after the sun goes down.

no respond.

Lance's throat was itchy from the rain, he couldn't help covering his mouth and nose, and coughed twice.

It was quiet inside, and then said: "Come in."

Lance pushed the door open and went in.

His Highness was sitting upright under the quilt, surrounded by scarlet soft pillows.The firelight reflected on the scroll in his hand, and also shone on his golden curls.

"You don't think I'll wait for you to serve me, do you?" Luke looked down at the scroll without even giving him a look, "It's not like I'm missing you."

Lance calculated and found that His Highness's page-turning speed was two seconds faster than usual.

He frowned, picked up the clothes that had been thrown on the carpet all the way and held them in his arms, and found that one of them was directly torn by its owner because of the cumbersome laces.

After packing up his clothes, he found a plate full of food on the table.

"The dinner I used." Luke didn't lift his head, "The cook prepared too much, I can't eat it, I reward you."

The so-called "eaten" is nothing more than eating the edge of the bread.

Lance grabbed the bread, as if he saw Luke take a small bite of the bread, pretending to be "leftovers" extremely perfunctorily.

He smiled again, took a bite of the bread and swallowed it.

"Thank you Your Highness for taking care of me." He said softly.

It sounded uncomplaining.

Only then did Luke lift his head in satisfaction.

Asking people to go to the forest to cut firewood on a rainy night is somewhat torturous.This is a punishment for disrespect, but he also has a request from Lance, he can't make enemies, he has to hang with small favors.

With a big stick in one hand and a carrot in the other, Lance realized the seriousness of the mistake, and he couldn't be really chilled.

When he looked up, Luke realized that Lance was dripping wet, with a small leaf in his hair, like a drowned dog who was cooking with leaves and branches.

He grabbed a blanket from the head of the bed and threw it.

"Can't you deal with yourself before you come to see me?" Luke frowned.

I don't know that the parchment said that His Majesty the God King is extremely intelligent, so where is his intelligence?

Anyway, in his impression, Lance lacked common sense, always ignored his physical condition, bumped around like a soul out of his body, and didn't notice even if he was injured.

Lance took the blanket, lowered his eyes and said, "I'm just worried about Your Highness."

Worried about whether he would suddenly become succubus while he was gone.

Luke choked. Seeing that he was still standing there in a daze, he couldn't help saying, "What are you doing stupidly? Wait for me to wipe it for you?"

Lance put the blanket on his head and rubbed it slowly, with the bread he bit into his mouth still in his mouth, he didn't say yes or no.

After putting a fluffy blanket on his body, he looked even more like a pitiful big dog.

It's completely different from the aggressive look that annoyed Luke before.

Out of sight out of mind.

Luke blew out two candlesticks, leaving the last one behind, and wrapped himself in the quilt.

Outside the window, it was windy and rainy, and inside it was warm as summer.

"Good night, Your Highness." A gentle voice came.

Luke's last realization before falling asleep was that the holy power could evaporate water, and Lance could use the holy power instead of waiting for him to throw the blanket.

Is this being fooled by the rain?

Lance was a light sleeper.

The contents of that diary kept lingering in his mind. When the big bed a few meters away shook twice, and then his toes quietly landed on the blanket, he immediately woke up from sleep.

The person on the bed came over step by step.

Lance turned his head and caught a pair of bright purple vertical pupils in the dark night.

Succubus are nocturnal creatures, hunting only in the dark.

Searching for his prey, watching closely, picking and choosing, hesitating whether it is good to eat or not, whether to eat it or not.

The boy was still wearing a pure white nightgown, hugging the soft pillow he hugged before going to bed, squatting on the edge of Lance's bed, watching him with his purple eyes open.

The seven-day limit mentioned in the diary also appeared in Luke.

The goat's horns open the forehead hair, which seems to be a little bigger than before, but it is still so small and cute.

Demons, sinful goats, filthy inhumans.

Lance thought he was cute.

Seeing the prey's eyes suddenly open, Luke seemed to be slightly taken aback, and curled up his thin tail suspiciously.

Seeing Lance sitting up again, he instinctively retreated, but he couldn't squat firmly, and sat down on the carpet.

Luke was annoyed by his embarrassment, and soon diverted his attention because of his covetous prey.

The silver-haired beauty, who looked delicious, got out of bed, with two beautiful legs dangling in front of him.

Then he was picked up by the prey.

"Your Highness, the ground is cold." The prey said softly.

Before Luke could do anything, the cold hand of the prey touched his face, and his fingers inserted into his hair.

Then kissed without warning.

Luke froze.

He hasn't decided whether to eat it yet, why did the prey come to his door?

The author has something to say: I am not stupid because of the rain.

There is a kind of stupidity called great wisdom.

Pretend to be pitiful, and the wet and embarrassed appearance makes you feel bad, can this be called stupid?

Reader "Mon Cummingfi" wrote a short essay which she appreciates and thanks for her writing.Due to the regulations, it cannot be used as a speech, and it has been refined. If you are interested, you can go and have a look~

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