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

Lance waited for a response.

Luke overstepped his invitation and walked straight to the level clearing by the fountain.

He raised his head proudly: "Let me tell you first, this time it's not teaching, so I won't dance women's steps."

With a mocking smile on the corner of the boy's mouth, he saluted a gentleman.

"Then Lancelot, may I ask you to dance?"

Lance smiled.

"Of course,? My pleasure."

He very consciously cooperated with Luke in the female step.

Without the rhythm of music, the two parties relied on tacit understanding, and there was no embarrassing incident of stepping on their feet.

Luke is generally satisfied with Lance's dancing skills, except that this "female partner" is too tall, so it's a bit strange when he hugs his waist.

But... If His Majesty the God King in the parchment knew that he would dance for a demon, would he turn pale with anger?

As soon as he imagined that scene, Luke was very happy.

"You lost." He spun and said with a smile, "wasting precious requests on such trivial matters, and still being my female companion."

"Are you feeling sorry for me?" Lance said.

"Yes. That's a really stupid request."

Lance smiled and said, "Then can I add a little extra reward to Your Highness?"

"I advise you not to push yourself too far."

Luke narrowed his eyes like a dangerously large cat - but the cat was now lazily dozing, very forgiving.

"Tell me, what is the 'extra reward'?"

"I want to hear His Highness sing," Lance said.

Luke blinked in bewilderment.

Even stranger requests.

Lance, who has completely zero artistic appreciation, seems to have suddenly got the inspiration of the muse tonight, and he wants to dance and sing at the same time.

Lance offers an explanation: "It's easier to dance to the music than to be silent."

It turned out to be the case.

Luke raised his eyebrows helplessly: "If you keep bothering me with such trivial things,? I will think you have become an idiot."

Seeing that Lance had no intention of changing his words, he hummed softly.

The boy doesn't have any singing skills,? He just simply hums every note, his voice is pure and light, like a white deer in the mountains.

And his image at this time is a half-succubus, an evil creature who can only make lewd noises in the eyes of the world.

Darkness and pure white intertwine on him.

Luke's footsteps became lighter and lighter, and the rhythmic movement of his body always made him feel good.

But at this moment, Lance suddenly shook heavily and fell to the lawn.

Their hands were still holding each other, Luke was pulled, unable to stand still, and fell on Lance.

Then the mask fell off.

Lance's chest was hard, and Luke's nose hit it, sore for a while, physical tears overflowed his eyes.

"You..." He covered his nose, "Can you fall on flat ground?"

From Lance's perspective, the boy was sitting on him, with reddish eye circles and tears in his eyes, as if he was complaining about being wronged.

Lance's eyes were stunned because of this scene and the touch on his legs.

"Why are you in a daze?" Luke frowned and stood up, "Get up soon."

"Sorry, Your Highness." Lance came back to his senses, "My feet seem to be..."

Luke had to squat down to check his feet.

He pulled off Lance's boots and saw that his left ankle was bruised and swollen terribly, definitely more than a sprained ankle.

Luke had a complicated expression.

Judging by the symptoms, the ankle has been injured for a long time.It can't be that he was injured while dancing, but that he was injured when he jumped from the balcony on the third floor while holding him.

And Lance actually dragged such an injured foot through a forest, danced with him, and showed no signs of injury at all!

"Don't you know that you have injured your foot?" Luke raised his voice unconsciously, "Even if you don't feel pain, you will have difficulty walking. It is impossible to not notice it!"

"Yes, Your Highness." Lance said apologetically, "I concealed my injury and didn't want to cause you any trouble."

"Trouble? Now is the trouble!" Luke felt that he was unreasonable. "Dancing after falling down? It's fine now, the injury is getting worse. Do you want to be crippled forever?"

He had been sitting in a wheelchair before crossing, and he knew how painful the disability of his legs and feet was.

When he met this kind of person with sound limbs who didn't take good care of his legs and feet, he was so angry that he died.

Lance looked at the little prince who was angry because of his injury, and felt warm in his heart.

"But I want to dance with you, Your Highness. Maybe there is only one chance tonight, and I can't miss it."

"Nonsense!" Luke was like a chili that was about to explode, "For such a ridiculous reason, can you wantonly squander your body?"

Usually before he speaks harshly, as long as he shows a slight hint of anger, Lance will apologize first before accepting punishment, and follow his will.

But this time, Lance did not avoid his anger at all, but looked directly into his eyes with a soft smile.

"Is Your Highness feeling sorry for me?"

As soon as these words came out, Luke's whole body seemed to have been burned in the flames.

Angry, something inexplicable was punctured, his cheeks were hot, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

crazy.

The night had gone crazy, and from the moment he accepted that Lance had sneaked off to the prom, things had gone out of his control.

The person who disrupted his trajectory, disturbed his emotions and thoughts, was this injured, seemingly docile and harmless Lance.

He is being influenced by Lance.

The forest was quiet for a long time. Luke put on his mask and stood up with a cold face.

"Since you like to show off so much, you can walk back by yourself." He sneered twice, "If you can't walk, you have to crawl back by yourself."

Do it yourself.

Distressed?It's just that the foot injury was caused by me, so I feel a little guilty.

Luke packed his clothes, turned around and left.

There was still a long way to go before him, and his eyes scanned the forest, always unconsciously staying on broken logs of appropriate length and thickness.

For example, the length of that one is just right for crutches, and it seems to be able to support the weight of one person.

... Tsk.

After hesitating for a moment, Luke picked up the stick with a displeased face, and walked back towards the abandoned fountain.

From a long distance, Luke saw Lance at a glance.

Lance was still lying where he fell, not even changing the position of his hair, looking sideways at the direction Luke left.

It seems that since Luke left, he has kept this action motionless.

Like a rag doll abandoned by its owner, it has no legs, and can only hope wholeheartedly that the owner who lost him will return.

At the moment when he saw Luke, Lance's eyes seemed to regain their vitality.

"Your Highness," he called.

Smile so damn pretty.

With a sullen face, Luke tossed the stick, the board for the feet, and the long, pliable blade of grass to Lance.

"I think you can at least move your hands." He said coldly, "Don't wait for me to help you."

Lance just sat up, fixed his injured left ankle with a plank, then set up his crutches, and followed Luke limping forward.

After walking less than halfway, Luke heard a crisp sound of wood snapping behind him, and another muffled sound of a person falling to the ground.

He rushed out a few steps in anger before turning back to look at Lance.

The wooden stick used as a crutch was broken from the middle, and Lance knelt in the forest, his silver hair was disheveled, and he was very embarrassed.

His brows were soft, but his spine was straight. He tried to stand up by himself again and again, but failed again and again.

Noticing Luke's gaze, he showed a comforting smile on his sweaty face: "It's okay, Your Highness, don't wait for me. I can follow up by myself later."

Luke walked over without saying a word and kicked the broken stick.

Then he pulled Lance roughly, putting his arms around his neck.

Lance looked very surprised.

"Don't talk nonsense." Luke said before he could speak.

It was just right for Lance's crutch for his height, and it would not be as fragile and fragile as that broken stick.

he thought sarcastically.

But why did the wooden stick he had carefully selected break so easily?Lance is not very heavy either.

Confined by their posture, they were close together, Lance's weight hanging over him, breathing and smelling him.

After becoming a succubus, Luke can smell things that ordinary people can't smell.He was sure it wasn't body odor, but some kind of predation system of the succubus—Lance had always smelled "delicious", and it was even better when kissed, and it was especially delicious now.

Unable to resist the temptation, Luke domineeringly pinched the "human-shaped pendant"'s chin, and took a breath to detoxify.

By the time he got close to the castle, his succubi symptoms had completely subsided.

Luke checked himself again—very good, the wings and tail were still weak, and there was no embarrassing scene of tearing his clothes.

They walked through the secret passage leading to the infirmary, and Aphra opened the door for them.

Seeing Lance's foot injury, her face immediately changed.

"Going to a dance and breaking your foot?" She glanced reproachfully between the two. "Are you guys going to play some wild escape?"

"The dance party may be dangerous, and that's normal." Luke quibbled, but his momentum was a little weaker.

"Please don't blame Your Highness, Miss Aphra," Lance said sincerely, "This is entirely my fault."

Luke pouted.

Aphra didn't want to pay attention to the flirting between the two of them, so she inserted the holy power into Lance's injured foot to investigate the situation carefully.

"The ankle joint was shattered into four pieces, and the broken bone injured the ligament. Congratulations, you won the surgical treatment, and it will take two weeks to recover after the treatment." Aphra sarcastically said, "As a doctor, I think I have the right to know How did this injury come about?"

"He took me and jumped off the balcony on the third floor." Luke said blankly, "And then..."

"The balcony on the third floor?" Aphra Nahan said, "That kind of place is only visited by plotters with ulterior motives and lovers who secretly love each other. Why do you go to such a ghostly place?"

You are right.

Luke was completely dumb.

Fortunately, my sister interrupted him, otherwise what he was about to say later might have been interpreted by her as "a lonely man and a widow crossing the forest" and "a lonely man and a widow dancing together under the moon".

Lance didn't say anything, but looked at Luke with a smile in his eyes.

"Forget it, I don't understand you." Aphra said, "It's not too late to get the surgery, that scene is not very good. Brother, go back and rest first, and I will return the complete Lance to you tomorrow."

Luke stood motionless, neither moving nor opening his mouth.

He stared at the labels on the bottles and jars on the medicine shelf, as if he was busy studying the medicine and didn't hear what Aphra said. He occasionally glanced at Lance, saw that Lance was looking at him, and quickly moved away.

"If you want to stay, don't stand here and get in the way." Aphra urged him while busy, "How about preparing some clean water?"

It was his sister's request, and Luke complied.

Afra came back with the knife and saw a basin of water beside the dissecting table, and asked, "Where did you pour it?"

"The barrel by the door."

"That's rainwater!" Aphra held her forehead, "I need some clean distilled water, otherwise the wound will be infected."

Luke pursed his lips to change it, because he hadn't done rough work, his movements seemed clumsy.

"The rain is also very good," Lan Siwen said, "My self-healing ability is better than ordinary people, so I don't need to take care of it so carefully."

Afra glared at him: "Who is the doctor? Are you, or am I?"

Lance glanced at Luke who obeyed obediently, and fell silent.

Both of them bowed their heads and lowered their eyes, inexplicably like children being scolded by their mothers.

After the preparations were done, Aphra took a knife and cut Lance's ankle.

"Wait, don't you need anesthetic?" Luke asked hurriedly.

"Last time I noticed that he didn't seem to be in pain, which is very convenient." Aphra cut out the incision smoothly, "The anesthetic will affect the next day's actions, it's best not to use it."

After the skin was cut open, blood gushed out immediately.Luke wiped off the blood dripping on the dissecting table with a towel, and saw a small piece of bone stubble pinched out by tweezers.

This should be unbearable pain, but Lance's body was very calm, not even instinctively bouncing and twitching.

Indistinguishable from those cadavers dissected here.

Luke put down the towel and walked up and down the infirmary.He glanced back at Lance, and found that Lance was still looking at him, his eyes following his figure, his eyes moving with him.

At least it's still alive.

And only the eyes are turning around all over the body, which is quite interesting.

Luke was in a better mood, pulled a high stool and sat next to Lance's head, and asked, "Do you really feel nothing?"

"No, Your Highness need not worry."

"Does that feel comfortable?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

"How do I feel comfortable?"

"I spend a lot of time with you." Lance smiled, "How to do it specifically, His Highness may be angry if you tell me."

"Oh?" Luke raised his eyebrows, "For example."

Lance found something that wasn't too much: "For example, when dancing with you."

"So that's how it is." Luke was stunned.

In this way, it makes sense for Lance to invite him to dance with a foot injury.Because Lance can't feel pain, and the joy of dancing is the only thing he can feel.

——As for why he danced with Luke?

Of course because he is the best dancer and the most artistically talented person in the entire Holy Kingdom.

"Then you also feel comfortable when you draw?" he speculated.

"Yes, Your Highness." Lance said.

Luke felt like he understood everything.

He should try his best to understand Lance who is physically and psychologically flawed. Thinking of this, all the anger at Lance for not cherishing his body will dissipate.

Of course Luke didn't know that for Lance, what to do was not important, but who to do it with.

Even if you are lying on the dissecting table, your body is cold from blood loss, you will be happy because you can chat with His Highness.

He watched His Highness put one elbow on his face, looked at him for a while as if studying a novel object, and then tilted his head to look at the operation situation for a while.

Luke told Aphra all the plots they had accidentally heard on the balcony, including the fact that the two were planning to make Miss Charlotte seriously ill.

Aphra had been by the queen's side before, and she was used to these methods, so her reaction was calm.

"We will be returning to our own mansion in a few days." She said, "How about I write a letter in the name of my brother and invite Miss Charlotte to come and stay with us for a few days?"

After returning, Luke will purge his subordinates, so as to prevent harm to Miss Charlotte.

"No, it's just in your name." Luke's head shuddered when he thought of the speculations of those two beasts. "If I invited the unmarried lady, I don't know how others will speculate..."

Aphra thought for a while before she understood the key point, and said narrowly, "That's right, it's not good to spread the word, and it will make Lance jealous."

Luke was almost lying on Lance's body lazily, but he immediately adjusted his sitting posture and backed away three feet after hearing this.

"Then let's invite Belloc again." Afra said with a smile, "Firstly, it can help my brother avoid suspicion, and secondly, it may make a couple possible."

"Good idea." Luke said.

At this time, Aphra had already taken out all the broken bones and damaged body tissues, washed her hands, and began to use the holy power to regenerate the flesh and bones.

"Speaking of Belloc, I thought that my brother would arrange for Belloc to be injured at the dance, and then I would rescue him. Fortunately, that didn't happen. Is that brother who threw the knife?"

"Well." Luke said casually, "Your guess is roughly correct, but I replaced an injured candidate."

"Knight Will?"

"Yes."

Aphra frowned slightly: "I said that his status is not easy to mess with... In addition to being a member of the Royal Knights and the son of the earl, he will also be the prince's contract knight."

"Contract Knight", a very noble profession in the Holy Kingdom.

It emphasizes the uniqueness of master and slave, a noble can only have one contract knight for life, and a contract knight can only serve one noble for life.

This contract is above any relationship, and even the pope and king cannot interfere except death.

Since the king's contract knight will serve as the head of the royal knights, it is also a noble profession.

"Isn't that just right?" Luke smiled, "He brought his master along with him."

"How to do it?"

Luke thought for a while and said, "Did you know? The Holy See of Light has a very useful rule, that is, as long as the God of Light is the witness, the winner is justice. That's how Knight Will destroyed Belloc back then."

"Brother wouldn't want to..."

"That's right." Luke raised the corners of his lips, "I can deal with Knight Will in the same way."

Before Afra could say anything, she heard Lance say, "Your Highness."

Lance had been very quiet while the siblings chatted.The healing technique speeds up the growth of the tissue, but it will consume the physical strength and energy of the injured. They all thought that Lance had passed out.

Now Lance spoke suddenly, his voice was serious and steady, without any weakness.

"Your Highness, everyone in the Royal Knights has been trained as a knight since they were young, and they have been selected through layers of selection to be with His Majesty. Their riding and sword skills are far superior to those of the Eldest Prince. Please be careful, Your Highness."

Luke didn't expect him to say such a long series of words suddenly, and was a little surprised.

"Yes, I know that his sword skills are not bad, but I won't lose." He said, "What's more, I still have Aphra no matter what."

This matter is risky, but he has the confidence to gamble.

"But Your Highness will be in pain, bleeding, weak, and may be criticized by others." Lance emphasized his tone, "I don't want you to do this—as your swordsmanship teacher."

He had never expressed his opinion so firmly.

And even using the status of a swordsmanship teacher to overwhelm him!

"You think I can't beat you in swordsmanship, so I can't beat him?" Luke frowned, "You don't trust me?"

Seeing that the two of them had a disagreement and a sign of a quarrel, Afra swallowed all the words she wanted to dissuade her brother, so as not to be affected by the flames of war.

"I'm worried about Your Highness," Lance said.

"Only the weak need sympathy and worry." Luke pushed back.

But after he heard this, the little flame that was just about to burn went out again, shaking in his heart a little bit.

In order to show his firm attitude, he still acted sullenly, kicked the stool and left the infirmary.

Luke went back to his bedroom and went to bed with his clothes on. After two hours of rest, it was morning again.

——An early morning when no one helped him wash and change his clothes.

Except for Lance, no other footman was allowed in his bedroom.

Luke picked out a robe with the simplest style, and took twice as long to wash and wash. When combing his hair, he grinned in pain. He saw that there were many broken hairs on the comb.

He took a deep breath and went to eat breakfast alone.

While eating the dessert that Lance had prepared in advance, Aphra sat down to eat with dark circles under her eyes.

"The rest is basically useless to me, it all depends on his own self-healing ability." She yawned, "He is lethargic and needs food to replenish his strength."

Luke let out a not-so-enthusiastic "Oh".

"So brother, go and bring him some breakfast." Aphra said with a smile.

Only the three of them and the two guards who moved things knew about the secret infirmary. It was impossible for the servants to deliver the things, and the guards also had their own work to do.

"It's not as good as you..." Luke wanted to push it to Aphra.

"Brother is so cruel, I just stayed up all night."

Luke fell silent.

Afra lost the key to him.

After eating the last bite of dessert, Luke reluctantly picked up Lance's portion of food and walked towards the secret passage.

After entering the infirmary, Lance was lying on the dissection table with his eyes closed.

Even when he was sleepy, he lay on his back in an orderly manner, with his hands folded on his chest, like a dead martyr.

"Lance," Luke called him.

no respond.

He called out several times, tried to push Lance's body, but still no response.

Luke raised his heart and touched the tip of his nose—he was breathing.

That is in a coma.

Luke relaxed for a while.

He dragged the high stool over, sat in the previous position to observe him, and couldn't help pinching Lance's cheek.

It's cool and soft, like some delicious ice cream in summer, and it's not like him at all.

Sleepiness swept in bit by bit.

Just five minutes, Luke thought. If Lance didn't wake up in 5 minutes, he put down his breakfast and left, regardless of whether he needed to replenish his strength.

He fell asleep on the dissecting table.

After a while, the boy's breathing became heavy. Lance, who was supposed to be in a coma, opened his eyes, turned sideways slowly, and stared at him.

His Highness's blond hair was combed a little messy today, and the curled ends were slowly rising and falling with his breathing.

Lance's eyes were bent, and a lock of the boy's blond hair was curled between his fingers, and he leaned slightly.

At the same time, Luke opened his eyes in a daze.

The author has something to say: Lance: I just leaned over to see if there is any dust on the ends of His Highness's hair. I definitely didn't want to kiss the hair.

OOC:

After dancing and falling—

Lance: I fell down, and I need His Highness to kiss and hug me before I get up qwq

Luke: Climb!

after awhile--

Luke: Climb... If you can't climb back, I'll carry you back, hum, and let you be eaten by wild beasts.

Lance (taking the opportunity to hug): Yeah~