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

The symptoms were relieved a little, but the blood made him more greedy.

Luke was startled and struggled a bit, accidentally showing the toe of his shoe from under the curtain, and then hid it back immediately.

The nobleman outside the curtain seems to have noticed something? The shadow of the man moved at the end of the curtain and was about to open the curtain.

And Lance still hasn't let him go.

Luke felt like he was going to die.

He stared closely at the figure projected on the curtain, his heartbeat was almost in a line, but his body sank into madness and couldn't break free.

The curtains were partly parted, and light shone in.

At this moment, there was an uproar on the dance floor, and the nobleman seemed to be attracted and left here.

Luke breathed a sigh of relief, shook twice, and was supported again.

He was dragged and stumbled to the corner of the balcony, where he sat on the stone railing of the balcony.

This location is in a blind spot, covered by curtains and walls, with quiet trees and lakes behind it.

But if someone has the same intention as them, looking for a secluded place...

"People will see...!" Luke finally had a chance to say a word.

"Then let them see it." Lance said calmly.

——Listen,? What are these words? !

Embarrassed and angry, Luke tightly gripped Lance's collar, as if he was about to strangle him to death.

But this didn't seem to affect the opponent's lung capacity.

"Please hold on tight, Your Highness." Lance even had the leisure to remind him, "It's easy to fall down here."

Luke was sitting on the balcony on the third floor, with no support around his body except Lance.As long as you don't sit still, you will fall backwards.

He unconsciously clenched Lance's neckline even tighter, as if he refused to let go of his own initiative.

This cunning smelly dog!

The night vision ability of the succubus has not been fully revealed, Luke couldn't see Lance's face clearly in the dark, only the silver hair faintly flashed the bright color.

This masked silver-haired man gave Luke a completely strange feeling, even made him vigilant.

And the overly familiar smell and body temperature slowly soothed the sharp thorn in his heart.

Luke even began to doubt himself, whether the succubus had a special physique that turned the docile Lance into this appearance.

The curtains were thrown open suddenly, and two people came to the balcony, and Luke's breathing stopped suddenly.

Fortunately, it was dark on the balcony, and Luke was in the corner, so the two didn't realize their existence at all.

Lance restrained a little and became soft.

Luke heard the conversation of the two men.

One of them, by coincidence, was the aristocratic man who tried to strike up a conversation with him at the banquet just now.From the conversation, he learned that the person who hit him up was named Lynd Elton, a member of the Royal Knights, and the other one happened to be—

Will Knight.

—that beast who maliciously insulted Belloc and discredited Miss Charlotte.

Luke gritted his teeth secretly, and was distracted by Lance again.While appeasing the bloodline, they listened attentively to the conversation between the two knights.

"His Highness the little prince invited that bitch from Charlotte's family to dance." Will said anxiously, "Damn, what does he want to do? Toss an olive branch to a notorious woman?"

Luke raised an eyebrow.

He was not surprised that Belloc would invite Miss Charlotte to dance. It was a great honor to be invited to dance by the prince, and he would be envied by other girls.

But I heard the chatter speculate:

"His Royal Highness the little prince likes men, there is no doubt about it. He seldom invites others to dance, especially women. What do you think this means?——He must want to marry Earl Charlotte by doing so."

Luke: "..."

No, wait, isn't it normal to ask pretty girls to dance at the Mayflower Ball?Why does this person call it a political marriage?

Also "likes men", "undoubtedly"...

nest fire.

Lance slid behind him twice reassuringly, but was opened by Luke angrily.

Will Knight swears a dirty word over there.

His peer said coolly: "It's a pity that your plan will come to nothing. Earl Charlotte would have given you double the dowry in order to marry her daughter. Now even the cooked duck is flying away." It turned out to be In this way, Luke sneered in his heart, the woman's loss of fame was originally planned by Will Knight.

Despicable and shameless.

"No. We can't just let it go." Will said unwillingly, "I want to find a reason for the little prince to give up Charlotte. What should I do..."

"How about a serious illness?" Another suggested, "I think the marriage between His Highness and the Charlotte family has just taken shape. If the marriage partner suddenly becomes seriously ill, he will definitely retreat."

He speaks of this diabolical plan in a casual tone.

"And as long as you let the girl live to bring the dowry to your name, it doesn't matter whether she lives or dies after she gets married."

Knight Will was overjoyed upon hearing this.

The two chatted casually for a few more words before returning to the hall.

——Simply vicious.

Luke was still immersed in the plan he overheard, and when he was thinking about how to avenge his avengers, no, to resolve the conflict, Lance became presumptuous again.

It seemed that Luke had grown horns and wings due to the fact that the succubi was relieved tonight, but managed to retain his mind.

It is a degree that can be restrained.

Tired of being harassed, he kicked in the center.

Did not have the expected effect.

"You forget," Lance whispered in his ear, "I don't feel pain."

Under the night vision ability of the succubus, Lance's face was still indifferent, only his lips were dyed a bright color, like a dummy without any desire.

Doesn't have any desires - except to "help" him when he's succumbed.

"That's right." Luke said ruthlessly, "So, have you considered what you will choose for your prison meal next week?"

Lance smiled, but did not answer, and asked him instead: "Is Your Highness not satisfied?"

Luke didn't understand what he was saying at first.

Soon, memories from a week ago emerged in his mind.

At that time, Lance knelt in front of him and said very solemnly, "I will satisfy His Highness in the next seven days."

Luke thought that Lance had given up on this idea long ago, and didn't take it to heart at all. He didn't expect that all his strange behaviors today were all because of this sentence!

"It's said that doing this is very stimulating and can enhance the taboo's stealing emotion." Lance thought about something seriously, "And judging from the results of this experiment... the effect is really good."

He looked holy, as if discussing a theological conundrum rather than cheating and kissing.

Luke felt suffocated.

This bastard is talking nonsense seriously! ?

"Who taught you this?" Luke growled ferociously, "I'll pull out his tongue!"

How would he know that these are the inspirations Lance learned from a novel?

"No one." Lance smiled and moved closer.

If there is really any "instigator", it is also the person His Highness is absolutely reluctant to punish, His Highness's sister.

At the ball, Afra, who was resting on the sofa, suddenly sneezed.

I don't know who just thought of her.

She was chatting with some new friends, and from time to time, she turned her beautiful eyes and looked around.

Lance should bring his brother here, right?

I don't know where my brother is now, did he have a good time, and are he proud of her dancing?

Her eyes wandered to the dance floor.

In the middle of the dance floor, Belloc, disguised as a little prince, was dancing with Miss Charlotte. The dance music came to an end, and they lightly clasped hands, and the boy bowed his head to greet the girl.

Everything is like a gentle and beautiful dream.

Aphra was happy for them in her heart, when suddenly a strong uneasiness hit her heart.

Obviously the dance music has stopped, but there is still a couple of men and women spinning.The girl was pulled helplessly by her partner, while the tall male partner quickly approached Belloc.

When he got close enough, a little bit of the coldness of the blade appeared on his cuff.

"Be careful!" Aphra yelled.

But it was too late, the assassin drew his sword and slashed at the men and women in the center of the dance floor.

I don't know if he got some new order, but the attack range of his slash included the little prince and the countess.

When the incident happened suddenly, Belloc pushed the countess away with a palm, and he fell under the assassin's sword instead.

The moment he faced death, he thought a lot, but the most intense thing was "get what you want".

Three years ago, he knew too little, and he didn't have the courage to protect his most important friend since he was a child. This is his lifelong heart disease.

But this time, he already had the courage to protect her.

...Even if you die like this, you don't have any regrets.

Just as the sword edge fell on him, a table knife flew out of nowhere and shot at the assassin's wrist.

The force is extremely strong, if the table knife is not too slow, it may be able to cut off the wrist bone directly.

The assassin's sword tilted, and Belloc passed by and fell to the ground.

The assassin who lost his weapon was quickly subdued by the reacting knights and guards.

The other nobles flocked to greet the little prince, and praised him for his gentlemanly spirit of protecting ladies and his courage as a knight.

Belloc handled it gracefully.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Miss Charlotte. The girl covered her face as if she was frightened, but her eyes were fixed on him all the time—on "His Royal Highness Luke" who saved her.

"Thank you Your Highness." She thanked softly.

Belloc felt a little sad.

But seeing the girl's eyes filled with tears, she mouthed her thanks again.

But this time it's—

"Thank you, Belloc."

No matter how exquisite the disguise is, it cannot deceive the people close to it.

Belloc still wore the mask of the little prince, but he sobbed softly in his heart because of the regained friendship.

The Mayflower Ball was messed up by the assassins, and no one noticed that a nobleman not far from the little prince on the dance floor squeezed his fingers and quietly left the center of the commotion.

He walked into the empty bathroom and pulled off his flaxen wig, revealing a head of smooth black hair.

"It's still easier to throw an ax."

An Qiluo picks and chooses the "knife hidden weapon" just thrown.

"It's tiring to save people, why did the master suddenly change his mind?" He complained, "Could it be that his heart softened because of the cuteness of that kid?"

After the words fell, he couldn't help recalling the day he met Luke, the boy in the mirror slowly showed a warm smile.

The owner is soft-hearted, kind and gentle.

Yes to the kid, yes to him.

——However, if the master knew that he used the word "gentle and kind" to evaluate him, he would definitely be angry.

The noise of the ball also reached Luke and Lance on the balcony.

"His Royal Highness the little prince is not injured! Everyone, don't panic!"

"Search! Maybe there are accomplices, don't let anyone go!"

"My lords, please take off your masks and cooperate with the search..."

Amidst the loud shouts of the guards, Lance understood something.

Belloc, who was expected to be seriously injured in the plan, was unharmed. Of course, it was impossible for that thin young man to subdue the assassin alone.

——His Highness also arranged for other people to protect him.

"Your Highness is very soft-hearted." Lance said with a smile, "I thought he was just a pawn of yours."

"Treat my pieces better, is there anything wrong?" Luke said, "He has a high use value, so it's a pity to treat it as a discard. As for Aphra, I have my own arrangements."

Lance asked: "Then will I become His Highness's abandoned chess one day?"

Their breaths are intertwined, and all emotions of each other are invisible.

"As long as you are loyal to me, there won't be such a day. This is preferential treatment." Luke said proudly, "But if you continue to speculate on my meaning and do these strange things..."

Before he finished speaking, the heavy footsteps of the Knights came from far to near.

"Go and search the balcony! Don't let go of every corner!"

Luke's face changed slightly.

Although this place is hidden, it cannot withstand a carpet search.

They have absolutely no way out.

"Help me steady, Your Highness." Lance said suddenly.

"Wait... um!"

The exclamation dissipated in the night wind.

Will Knight and Elton Knight obeyed the orders and ran to the balcony. Looking at the thick green-gold curtains, Elton suddenly had a strong intuition—the young master he had lost at the banquet was once hiding behind the curtains.

Perhaps overheard their plans.

There was a look of sternness in his eyes, and after a careful search, there was indeed a blind spot on the balcony that was hard to be noticed.

After he looked at the wall——

No one is empty.

Maybe jump off a balcony?

With the boy's body, he would either die or be injured when he jumped off, but it's not impossible.

He looked out of the balcony, and the dark forest was rustling.

Just as he was about to continue his investigation, shouts from other members of the Knights came from the hall.

"There is someone here! It's an associate of the assassin!"

Elton Knight paused, and finally gave up on the balcony.

Little did he know that at the same time, in the shadow directly below the balcony, Luke was being hugged by Lance.

"Okay," Luke ordered, "put me down."

To be honest, Luke was shocked when Lance suddenly picked him up and jumped off the balcony.

That's three floors!

Unlike modern apartment buildings, in the Holy Kingdom, in order to build a magnificent hall, each floor is more than five meters high, and if you fall down, you will break your leg if you don't die.

But Lance actually just hugged a person like this, and jumped directly from such a high place.

No holy power was used, it was all based on physical strength, and it didn't look like he was injured.

Luke can still feel that when he jumped down, he was completely weightless and the cold wind was blowing. The only thing he could rely on was Lance.

Perhaps Luke was too surprised, Lance explained with a smile: "I am not as weak as Your Highness imagined."

Luke put on a nonchalant expression on his face, thinking in his heart that it was not a matter of weakness, which had already exceeded the scope of normal people's physical fitness...

Just as he was thinking, Lance took his hand naturally and walked deep into the woods.

"The main road is under martial law. If we don't want to be discovered, we have to take another path through the forest." Lance explained.

Luke immediately opened his hand: "I have legs and can walk by myself."

Lance didn't force it either: "Then please be more careful, Your Highness."

"Thank you for your reminder." Luke said nonchalantly.

As it got farther and farther away from the castle where the ball was held, the forest was unusually quiet, with grass insects chirping, and nocturnal animals rustling through the grass from time to time.

As he was walking, Luke's ankle suddenly felt cold, as if something cold and greasy rubbed against his ankle.

"There are snakes in the forest, please follow me closely, Your Highness." Lance said at this time, "Snakes are very close to dark creatures."

Luke's hair trembled slightly.

He involuntarily hugged his arms tightly, and restrained his instinctive movements again.

"There are no poisonous snakes in such a small forest. If it's a grass snake, it's okay to be bitten." He pretended to be calm, and mocked Lance, "You don't still fear snakes, do you?"

Lance smiled: "I'm afraid the snake will bite you, Your Highness."

Luke snorted, struggling in his heart for a long time, and finally quickened his pace to get closer to Lance, hoping that the divine power of light on his body could drive away those small animals that were tending towards darkness.

When he almost tripped over an arching tree root, Lance helped him up, and their hands were naturally held together again.

... No matter how intimate things have been done, it would be hypocritical to shake off.

Body temperature was exchanged between their holding hands, and after a while, Lance's hand warmed up.

This gave Luke the illusion that Lance was the kind of person who was cold in nature but would be warmed by heat.

They walked in the woods for about half an hour, and then they saw the castle where Luke lived temporarily.

The terrain here is a little more open, the trees are low and sparse, and the stars and moonlight fall on the woodland, like a thin mercury pavement.

In this small clearing stood a dry fountain.The fountain is polished by boulders, the angel stone carvings are covered with moss, and the outer walls are engraved with simple patterns.

It's like a small world isolated from the rest of the world.

"There are still 10 minutes to go. Do you need to rest here?" Lance stopped, "I think His Highness will like the scenery here."

His narration of the time was very precise, coupled with the way he looked for the way in the woods just now, it seemed suspicious no matter how you looked at it.

Luke questioned: "When did you inquire about this place so clearly?" "When you are meeting with 'guests' and don't want to see me." Lance said lightly, "I can't serve His Highness, I have nothing to do, so I Checked out the range of His Highness's recent travels."

...Why does it sound a little resentful.Luke quickly dismissed this weird thought.

But indeed, compared to before, because of Belloc's presence during this period, he did "snub" Lance.Dogs can get depressed when left out, let alone people.

His subordinates did their best to him, and Luke felt stingy and guilty.

He coughed lightly, and said, "You brought me to the dance this time, which was a special event. As a reward, I can grant you a wish. Of course—a wish that I approve of."

If it was someone else, he would just take money as a reward, but Lance is not a person who will be moved by money, and Luke can't think of what such a desireless person would like.

So he said tolerantly: "You can keep this request and tell me when you think about it."

"Thank you for the gift, Your Highness." Lance said, "I've already thought about it."

Luke was surprised and couldn't help but look up at Lance.

Lance looked very strange tonight, the mask covered most of his face, only the emerald eyes under the moonlight could be seen.

When the light is slightly dark, those eyes have a sense of wolf-like aggression, often only for a moment, and that illusion will disappear, and they are still as gentle and harmless as usual.

"Go ahead," Luke said, "but are you sure you want to waste it in such a hurry?"

The corner of Lance's mouth curled, but he said something unrelated: "Your Highness wants to dance tonight."

Luke made a confused nasal sound.

Yes, he had such a stupid impulse, thanks to the careful Lance who discovered it.

But what does that have to do with rewards?

"If you can't dance in front of everyone, dance in front of me alone." Lance said gently, "I'll be your audience, and if I can - your dance partner."

Luke was taken aback for a moment before he understood.

"This is your request? To be my dance partner?" He was complicated in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face: "Have you forgotten why you were punished to chop firewood in the forest and get exposed to the rain?"

Just because she wanted to dance with him and offended him by touching her body.

"That's His Royal Highness and his servants." Lance narrowed his eyes and looked at Luke intently. "But tonight is a masquerade. We are no longer our daytime identities... just 'Luke' and 'Lance'."

The nights at the Mayflower Ball are truly crazy.

Regardless of their identities and status, teenagers and girls dance, tease and woo strangers.Most of them are a sweet dream, and when the sun rises, they will return to their original position and do what this identity should do.

Just indulge the night.

An inexplicable heat flow sprouted in Luke's heart.

Through the mask, he saw Lance bowed slightly and gave a gentleman's salute gracefully.

"May I have the honor of dancing with you?" he invited. "Luke."

The author has something to say: the dance in spring~

Lance: Isn't it normal to study "The Servant" as a study of theology?After all, His Highness is my God.

感谢在2021-06-17?13:18:24~2021-06-23?16:33:57期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the deep water torpedo: Yi Qingqiu? 2 pieces;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 53167037, made by Tiantang? 1 piece;

Thanks to the little angels who cast the mines: oranges? 3; it’s Yunju, Yiqingqiu? 2; Red bean pudding, orange, silly crooked, cute cheese? 1 piece;

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