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

A person,? A demon, a horse galloping on the boulevard.

Luke covered his head with a cloak, and sat face to face in Lance's arms, with only a pair of eyes exposed, watching the sunset being swallowed by dark clouds.

"I can't go back," he said softly.

In the past,? He could still use the bedroom in the mansion as his hiding place.But according to what the bishop said, the Holy See has already become suspicious of him. If he returns to the mansion at this time, he will face a sweeping search.

"Then let's go where they can't find them," Lance said.

Luke's eyes were dark.

He wanted to question Lance,? Asked whether Lance had lied to him on the way to solve succubi, whether blood could replace kisses to relieve his symptoms.

But now is not a good time to break up the relationship, because he has to rely on Lance.

After crossing, Luke took all his destiny into his own hands, but in a sudden crisis, he found that the only one he could rely on was Lance.

So I suppressed my temper and didn't dare to annoy him, and flattered him with an obedient attitude, leaning in his arms obediently like a little lamb.

If Lance abandoned him now, he would be really alone.

Luke clenched his fingers.

Clouds were sinking, and the wind and rain rose suddenly, covering the last ray of light in the sky.

Lance didn't have a cloak, and was drenched by the rain, but he didn't dare to stop, and kept galloping on the wilderness outside the holy capital.

Until Luke also began to tremble.

The body temperature of the demon is slightly lower,? Nostalgic for the temperature of humans, but it is obvious that Lance is not a good place to warm up.

Feeling the trembling body under his arms, Lance began to ride his horse to search for a nearby shelter from the rain.

They found a commoner's farm.

The farmer is a couple. Lance's appearance is easy to gain trust, and he easily obtained permission to take shelter from the rain in the warehouse.

He built a small fire, and after making sure that the doors and windows were locked and no one could see what was going on inside, he untied Luke's cloak.

Luke looked lonely, carefully watching him through the cover of his forehead hair, and the demon wings behind him were gathered together cautiously.

He found a corner and sat down, hiding the demon wings behind his back to minimize their presence.

If he acted too much like a devil, if Lance's heart of faith suddenly became violent, he wouldn't be able to get rid of him, right?

But his new wings were not very obedient. The bone wings kept trembling and banged against the wall, making Luke very helpless.

Lance was taking off his wet clothes. He turned his head when he heard the abnormal noise, just in time to see His Highness flapping his wings like a lesson to a small animal, and he twitched the corners of his eyes in pain.

Lance sighed inwardly, stopped undressing, and pulled Luke to the fire.

Then he gently touched the demon wing that had just been taught by the master.

Luke was taken aback, his wings spread out uncontrollably, and instead he slapped Lance's wings.

— This is broken.

"It, it, I..." Luke hastily explained, "It made its own decisions, I didn't mean to hit you..."

"It's very naughty." Lance stroked his wings and smiled. "Newborn wings are always difficult to control. You don't have to worry about it, Your Highness."

When he said that Devil Wing was "naughty", no matter the words or tone of Lance, Luke felt that he was praising and pampering an angel.

It is unbelievable that these words came from the mouth of the chosen one of the God of Light, but the facts are before Luke's eyes.

—Lance didn't hate Demonwing as much as he thought.

Luke hesitated for a while, then tentatively leaned over slowly.

After all, the fire is very warm.

His cold and numb limbs gradually revived under the baking of the flames.

"I don't know what the demon did to me." Luke said slowly, "I became like this when I woke up. That demon...is terrible."

He deliberately draws a line between himself and the devil, and pretends to be pitiful by the way, like a lost lamb who only needs to be rescued.

"It's dead, Your Highness don't need to be afraid anymore. This time it's my fault." Lance said solemnly, "I should always be by your side to protect you. No matter what happens in the future, I will never leave His Highness for another step."

He sat by the fire with a blank face, the faint smile that often hung on his face disappeared, and his expression was serious and self-blame.

Luke's heart moved slightly, he lowered his head and said, "I was the one who sent you away first. I didn't expect him to come and arrest people in broad daylight."

"Does Your Highness know his purpose?" Lance asked.

Luke paused.

He couldn't say that the devil's purpose was to break them up, that would be ridiculous, and it might bring unnecessary misunderstandings to Lance.

He had no choice but to avoid the seriousness and said lightly: "He wants me to eat...mutilate human beings, and become a real demon."

"That human being is Noah, the man His Highness asked me to save." Lance said the name lightly, "So, you listened to what the devil said?"

"No." Luke retorted immediately, "I refused, that's why the devil got angry, and you have seen what happened afterwards."

In order to show his harmlessness, he emphasized again: "I didn't touch that human with a single finger! I swear!"

Lance frowned as he watched him swear seriously.

"This is the best. Your Highness is a kind demon." He praised slightly narrowly. "One prey is enough for a kind demon."

Luke pursed his lips: "I told you I'm not a devil!"

"Of course." Lance smiled and fiddled with the fire.

Luke was displeased, and mocked him: "How does it feel for such a kind-hearted Lord Son to 'feed the devil with his body' alone and save the common people from the claws of the devil?"

"Very comfortable, Your Highness." Lance smiled.

It took a while for Luke to realize that the "very comfortable" that Lance said was very comfortable to "feed the devil with his body"...that is, it was very comfortable to kiss him.

Perhaps because of the light from the fire, Luke felt his face heat up a little.

Lance always seemed to be able to say something embarrassing in a normal tone.

At this time, Lance was taking off his corroded and tattered white shirt, revealing his muscular upper body.

Luke glanced away and quickly looked away, and soon his eyes turned back suspiciously.

...He seemed to see something black behind Lance?

Luke thought about it carefully.

It seems like a month ago, he asked Lance where the slave tattoos were, and Lance didn't tell him?

That black thing on the back, could it be a tattoo?

But Lance didn't give him a second chance to watch, and he was facing him after taking off his clothes.

"Does Your Highness need to change?" Lance suggested.

"...Huh?" Luke was still thinking about the tattoo.

He was ambiguous, so Lance took the initiative to take off his boots and reached for his belt.

"No need for pants." Luke said hastily.

Lance looked a little helpless: "Did your Highness feel that your trousers are a bit leaky?"

Luke blinked, and suddenly had a bad feeling.

He stretched out his hand to touch back, and sure enough, he caught a naughty tail, and the hole that the tail pierced——

The holes in the pants leak air, which is much more embarrassing than having no pants!

"I have some silver coins with me, and I will buy two sets of clothes with my wife tomorrow morning. Please don't worry, Your Highness." Lance said calmly.

Luke thought he was holding back a laugh.

He took a few deep breaths, silently said "Now I want Lance, don't scold him, don't mess with him", silently took off his trousers, then pulled off his shirt and quickly wrapped it around his waist.

Two pale and shapely legs were exposed, and the knees were bruised and purple, and blood was also scratched.

Luke was too nervous before and didn't realize the pain at all. Now that he thinks about it, these injuries were probably caused by the demon violently dragging him.

Lance knelt down on one knee to check his injuries, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Seeing his appearance, Luke couldn't help but said, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

The next second, Lance's hand touched his knee.

"You..." Luke wanted to back away.

"I want to heal His Highness."

"But I'm a demon now." Luke was puzzled.

"Have you forgotten, Your Highness? In order to hide your dark aura, I researched a holy power that is harmless to demons. This kind of holy power can also be used in healing."

Indeed, as Lance said, as the white light poured into Luke's knee, those bloodstains and bruises were gradually disappearing.

"How is it possible?" Luke's thirst for knowledge was aroused. "The book says that the existence of holy power is to destroy demons."

"That's not all." Lance said, "The book also says that 'sacred power is omnipotent', I think, if the divine power is only given to us by the gods to destroy demons, then it won't have so many gentle uses — such as lighting fires, creating magnificent illusions, and healing important people.”

Speaking of the latter, his voice became more and more gentle, like moonlight and running water, even demons would be influenced by it.

Luke even felt that those priests and holy power were not so terrible and hateful.

Isn't Lance using holy power to help this demon?

"So I restored the holy power to its original state." Lance continued, "The miracle is that when the holy power was first born, it didn't seem to be used to harm demons."

His back was bare, and his long hair was scattered to cover his back. At this time, the silver hair moved slightly, revealing some black lines faintly.

Luke's eyes lit up, and he tilted his head to look closely, but couldn't distinguish the shape.

In modern times, Lance must be the kind of obedient and law-abiding boy who wears a pair of gold-rimmed eyes as a scholarly professor.

Just imagine a man like this, peeling off his abstinence shirt, but there is a tattoo on his back...

So wild and exciting.

Luke sniffed, feeling thirsty again.

Because of the unknown tattoo hanging, he didn't realize that the healing time was slow.

When Lance stood up, he immediately withdrew his curious gaze and pretended to look elsewhere.

"Your Highness also has injuries on the side of his neck." Lance stared at his neck with dark eyes.

Luke doubted: "Really? I can't see it."

As he spoke, he raised his jaw, revealing a fair and beautiful neck.Sure enough, as Lance said, there were a few red finger marks printed on the delicate skin of the neck.

It was left when the demon strangled his neck.

Luke frowned and touched his neck, but there were no teeth marks.

At that time, his breathing was stagnant and his consciousness was fuzzy. He seemed to remember that the devil wanted to bite his neck, and then...

Then he seemed to say something, and he was severely injured and passed out.

Luke has completely forgotten that it was his "order" that forced Osiris to stop, and his injury was not caused by Osiris, but the backlash from the exhaustion of magic power.

While he was thinking, Lance stroked his neck.

Luke trembled slightly.

The neck and legs feel different again.The neck is the most vulnerable part of all creatures. If it is controlled by others, it can be easily twisted, and its life can be lost in an instant.

Many animals threateningly tear the nape of their partner's neck when they are doing something important.

Under that intimate and dangerous contact, Luke's throat couldn't help rolling.

"Do you have to touch it to be cured?" He frowned displeased.

"Sorry, Your Highness." Lance leaned closer to his neck, "My healing technique is not proficient enough, and it can only be effective if touched."

While speaking, his breath blew on the skin of his neck, Luke's body and heart felt itchy and numb, and his wings arched uncontrollably and flapped.

The finger marks faded away little by little.

Lance erased the traces left by others, but his fingers lingered on it and did not move away.

He suddenly had a strange impulse—he wanted to leave his mark on it, if His Highness's snow-white skin bloomed with little red berries, it must be very beautiful.

But how?Squeeze with your hands, or bite with your mouth?

Lance looked confused.He feels that he still has a lot to learn.

Luke's face was sullen, and his wings flapped nervously. Because he wanted to escape so much, he was about to take off on the spot without a teacher.

His neck was restrained by others, and he finally couldn't help but said with difficulty: "This kind of minor injury can actually be cured..."

At this moment, Lance pulled his hair behind his ears. Under his movement, the long hair behind him moved slightly, revealing the black pattern on his back again.

This time the exposed area is larger.

Luke's gaze was instantly attracted, and his flapping of wings slowed down.

It's like a child who doesn't like injections and medicine, suddenly sees a novel toy, and the injections seem less unbearable.

As the exposed area grew larger, Luke gradually recognized what it was.

— roses.

The moment Luke recognized the tattoo, Luke's heart beat fast.

Roses are of great significance to him. Because of roses, he has a healthy new life, and he himself is very fond of this delicate and lewd flower.

Thinking about it carefully, the rose is the symbol of the little prince, and the rose blooming behind Lance means that Lance will always belong to him.

Luke was very satisfied to leave an indelible mark about himself on His Majesty the God King.

After the human race abandoned him, there was still someone who took him in and tolerated him behind his back.

Luke's withered heart began to flow again.

Lance paused suddenly.

He saw His Highness's tail protruding from under his robe, and the tip of the tail curled into a small heart.

"..."

Lance's heart was like a fluffy little chick, so soft that it was unbelievable.

He was indeed deliberately guiding His Highness to see that tattoo, and wanted His Highness to let go of his guard against him——

But His Highness's reaction was beyond his imagination.

"Does Your Highness want to drink?" Lance straightened up and pointed to his neck, "Blood."

It seems that from just now, the fragrance on Lance's body has become particularly strong.Luke, who was already hungry, felt even more thirsty now that he was being tempted.

But speaking of blood—

"You liar!" Luke said angrily, "Obviously blood can alleviate it, but you lied to me and insisted on using 'mouth to mouth'!"

After seeing the tattoo, he inexplicably became courageous, and his true nature was revealed.

"It was only then that I confirmed it. Please forgive my bluntness, Your Highness." Lance's tone was indifferent, as if he was telling the truth.

"As an apology—" He took Luke's hand.

Luke didn't know what he was going to do, he struggled with his hands, but didn't break free.

Lance held him tenderly, cutting the side of his neck with his sharp black nails.

Fragrant blood overflowed.

Luke's breath was stagnant, his eyes were full of purple, and he tried his best not to rush to drink directly.

Osiris had catalyzed his succubus blood, and he needed the blood of a whole sacrifice to satisfy him. The few mouthfuls of blood that Lance fed him before were far from enough.

And now Lance stood before him, tempting him with food a million times more fragrant than the sacrifice.

The blood slid down from the white side of the neck, gathered at the collarbone to form a small depression, overflowed again, and slid to a deeper place.

Lance turned his head, actively exposed his fragile neck, and invited him with a smile.

"—Please enjoy me to your heart's content, Your Highness."

Luke hugged the sacrifice's neck tightly and moved closer.

There is a wet soft touch on the neck.

Lance has seen the prey of demons in the book. They are brutal by nature, and they violently bite the neck of human beings when eating, and many of them will even bite human beings to death at the first bite.

His Highness was much more gentle.

He was obviously hungry, but he still resisted the impulse to lick the food, restrained his fangs, and was as careful as tasting a cherished dessert.

He didn't eat too much, and after the wound on the side of his neck stopped bleeding, Luke didn't bite him, but just licked around him with endless interest.

Lance's neck was tense, and he couldn't help stroking the back of the boy's head.

At this moment, the two had a meal together.

There seemed to be some strange noises coming from outside the warehouse.

Lance was a little wary and didn't understand what it was, but Luke quickly reacted.

The warehouse is not far from the farm couple's house, and it's late at night...

Luke's face flushed with embarrassment, and he realized later that his "hunting" action was a bit ambiguous, and he was already sitting on Lance's lap.

The blood just now could barely satisfy his hunger, so he hurriedly evacuated from the hunting place.

"Your Highness?" Lance was still completely confused.

"Don't listen, it's rude." Luke said seriously.

"It's really not good." Lance frowned and thought, "Are they fighting?"

Because the voice was far less moving than His Highness, Lance thought that all songs were as beautiful as His Highness, but he didn't think that it was also a "singing act".

Luke felt suffocated for a while.

He had to find something to divert Lance's attention.

"This Ouroboros ring," he held out his hand to Lance hastily, "the demon in Heka Manor took it off once, when I almost lost my mind completely - it would be better if you put it on for me later .If you take a closer look, can you see what it is?"

"The dark sacred object 'The Ring of Osiris'." Lance gave the answer without even thinking about it. "There are very few records in the book. It is known that it can convert desire into vitality, and there are other unknown effects."

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he solemnly said:

"Your Highness, please don't take it off—it may have been keeping you alive."

He had already checked the things on His Highness, and there was only this sentence in the entire Shenghonglin Library's record about the "Ring of Osiris".

Luke thought deeply when he heard the name "Osiris".

It seems that on the altar of the Dark Temple, he also saw the same name.

That vampire can control the Ouroboros Ring, and after death, the altar and the Throne of Thorns also disappear with him—could that demon be called "Osiris"?

The probability is very high, let's call it that for now.

Luke carefully recalled what Osiris said, and asked, "The ring absorbs my desire... so can it make me return to a normal human being?"

Lance was silent, and said solemnly, "I'm not sure, Your Highness."

Luke fell silent.

What if he never becomes human again...?

He didn't voice his worries.

If he can never change back to human, how is he different from a real demon to Lance?

"If His Highness can never turn back into a human being," Lance said with a smile, "then let's escape together."

"Let's find a place where there are no people. No one will know that His Highness is a devil. I will also be His Highness's servant to protect you from the wind and rain..."

He stopped suddenly as Luke's hand was pressed to his forehead.

"I don't have a fever." The boy muttered in a low voice, "The eyes didn't turn purple, and I wasn't affected by the succubus."

"I am serious, Your Highness."

Looking at the little prince's expression, Lance knew that his words were taken as a joke again.

Luke really didn't take it seriously.

But this kind of imagining... Even if it is flattery, even if it is deliberately joking, it is very happy.

"If you can be the little prince again, you can be my contract knight." He suddenly said this decision.

He waited for Lance to make a gesture of honor, for Lance to show an ecstatic expression——

After a while, Luke didn't wait for a reply. When he looked sideways, he saw that Lance's face was empty, obviously expressionless, but "I'm not happy" was written all over his face.

... look down on this position?

Or do you despise him?

"You don't want to?" Luke raised his eyebrows.

"I don't want to." Lance said blankly, "I want to be the 'Holy See's lackey'."

Obvious irony.

After finishing speaking, he didn't give Luke a chance to reply, he directly extinguished the fire, and lay down on his side with his back to Luke.

The warehouse was plunged into darkness.

Luke sat there for a while.

How does he feel that Lance is angry?

Now Lance is a lot more "fresh", and can do things that he would not do in the book, and things that he would not do when he first met him.

However, will you speak ironically because you are unhappy?

unprecedented.

Although Luke was thrown off face, he couldn't help but find it funny.Anyway, Lance couldn't see it at night, so he laughed unscrupulously.

Then he looked at the black rose on Lance's back, lay down not far away, covered his head with his wings, and fell asleep.

Luke was awakened by the skylight cast by the window.

He found that the wings used to block the light were gone, and his whole body was no different from ordinary people, so he cheered up all of a sudden.

Lance opened the door and came in, holding two sets of clothes bought from the farm couple.

"I'm human again!" Luke exclaimed in surprise.

Lance said "hmm" and nodded.

Normally, he would definitely say "Congratulations Your Highness", but now he doesn't open his mouth.If Luke hadn't seen him smiling and relaxed, he would have thought he was still angry.

"Let's go back now." Luke suppressed his doubts, and couldn't wait to get the clothes. "Aphra may be in a hurry, and Angelo...the Pope and the palace minister are also watching."

Lance still didn't speak.

Luke was puzzled: "Are you dumb? Can't even say 'Yes, Your Highness'?"

Lance shook his head, his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

Luke didn't care about him, went up and grabbed his chin, and ordered, "Open it."

Lance finally opened his mouth obediently.

There was a rather serious bite on the tip of his tongue—it was bitten by himself yesterday to feed Luke's blood, and now it was inflamed, red and swollen.

When he went to buy clothes with the farm couple in the morning, Lance realized that he couldn't speak clearly.

Luke was dumbfounded: "Where's your healing technique?"

"I can't, Your Highness." Lance said vaguely.

Without the desire to eliminate the pain, of course one cannot use healing on oneself.

Luke actually found a slight pink on his face, probably because he was ashamed of his lisp.

Luke laughed "poof".

"How can there be someone like you? You can't save yourself if you save the common people."

He was both funny and emotional.

"Fool. Big fool. Go back and let Afra treat you for you."

Lance looked at His Highness's smiling face and nodded.

He knew what the wound in his mouth was for.

He told His Highness too many lies, about the St. Honglin Library, about alleviating the demonization, about Knight Will's insanity, about the Pope making him a bishop...

There is also the matter of eagerly and wholeheartedly wanting to become His Highness's contract knight.

He lied and confessed with little genuine remorse.

He cannot control his heart, and to seal his mouth is God's punishment.

On the way back, His Highness no longer needed to wear a cloak, and his forearms were exposed. His whole body was full of vitality, and he was ready for the upcoming court battle.

Lance really hoped last night that it would be great if His Highness would just become a devil forever.

Then he can justifiably take His Highness to a place where no one is there.He guards His Highness, feeds His Highness, and His Highness only sees him, and time flows quietly.

That way, his wish would come true—but it would destroy His Highness's wish.

What His Highness wants is a royal palace, a life of gold and jade, and the power to rule the entire country.

He wanted to fully possess His Highness, but he was also reluctant to let His Highness show a sad and sad look.Contradictions are trapped in his heart and torture his soul.

Fortunately, fate made a choice for him, so he will continue to protect and accompany His Highness in this turbulent torrent.

"From now on, you will ask Aphra to draw blood in advance every seven days, put it in a container, and give it to me when the time comes." His Highness raised his voice, "For the sake of saving me, I will let the past go. "

Lance gave a low "hmm".

...he lost a chip.But this is only temporary, he is not in a hurry.

There is another more important reward waiting for him.

After turning back into a human, Luke didn't even go back to the prince's residence, but directly entered the palace and broke into the king's meeting hall.

In the eyes of the king, the pope, the minister of the palace, and several ministers who were either shocked or regretful, he knelt down on one knee and looked at the king with burning eyes.

"His Majesty."

Lu Jialang said.

"Lancelot Winston is credited with saving me, and I will make him my contracted knight."

"——One glory is all glory, one loss is all loss, and one life will not serve two masters, and one life will not agree with two obediences."

"Lancelot will always be my closest brother and comrade in arms."

The author has something to say: Luke: I have eaten it, it is delicious.

Lance: Yes, it's delicious.

Luke:?