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

Luke had a dream.

He fell into the snake den and couldn't get out. Fear and coldness wrapped around him. He struggled to reach out from the snakes, hoping that "that person" would find him.

A cold hand grabbed his hand and pulled him out.

Luke was rescued.

After the bright light, he found himself standing barefoot on the scarlet blanket.

The logic of the dream was unreasonable. Luke raised his eyes and saw a snow-white body at the end of the red carpet.

That male body is as flawless as a sculpture of a god, but its skin is dotted with thorny wounds, and there are also tooth marks left by the devil after sucking blood.

Luke's heart pounded in his chest.

He stretched out his hand in a mysterious way, and lifted the scarlet ribbon covering the man's eyes.

Under the ribbon, a pair of emerald green eyes were exposed.

At this moment, dream and reality suddenly overlapped. In the hazy field of vision, Luke held the silver hair in his hands. The owner of the pair of green eyes raised his head, his Adam's apple rolled, and he seemed to swallow something.

The reality was just a few scenes of hazy shadows, and he fell into a deeper sleep again.

When he woke up, there was the sound of birds chirping by the window, Luke's body was heavy, but his mood was unusually happy.

He lazily turned over, his pupils shrank, and the tip of his nose almost hit something.

He nearly hit a man in the chest.

"Good morning, Your Highness." Lance's hoarse voice buzzed in his chest, "Have you sobered up yet?"

Luke was dazed for two seconds, then sat up abruptly, grabbing his curly hair with a blank expression.

Wait, what happened last night?

Why was Lance on his bed? Topless and so close?

Last night, when he was drinking and chatting with Adorno, when they talked about the name Osiris... what happened?

Luke touched the back of his head, feeling some residual pain.

Can't remember.

According to what Lance said just now, he passed out after the reception, so now he lost his memory after drinking?

Luke frantically sorted out his memory, but didn't realize that Lance was carefully observing his expression.

"Your Highness seemed to have dreamed of something dangerous after getting drunk last night, and I was not allowed to leave." His voice was a little helpless, "It was still the same after lying on the bed, and the clothes were also at that time..."

"Stop." Luke stopped him.

Let Lance go on, with his innocence and ignorance, I don't know what strange things he will say in a serious manner.

Luke decided to trust his own judgment.

His own clothes were in good condition except for some wrinkles, and with Lance's temperament, he shouldn't have taken a lot of trouble to take off his clothes when he was unconscious, and then put them back on as they were.

Looking back, Lance's shirt disappeared for some reason. Contacting the previous dream, Luke instantly imagined the scene of him hugging Lance while drunk and refusing to let go, and finally took off Lance's clothes...

Luke rubbed the space between his brows, and asked awkwardly, "Do you feel something wrong with your body?"

There was a trace of doubt in Lance's eyes. He didn't know what to do after sleeping together. He should feel something wrong with his body.

"No, Your Highness," he had to say.

Luke breathed a sigh of relief.

Nothing should happen to them.

Luke lifted the quilt and got out of bed, scanning the furnishings in the room.

Lance's shirt was thrown on the clean carpet, and a glass of hangover potion was placed by the bedside, most of which had been drunk.

Everything fits what Lance said.

"I lost my temper last night. Don't take it to heart, I will control my behavior in the future." After Luke finished speaking, he was a little puzzled: "...Lance? Why are you staring at me?"

Lance looked straight at him, wondering what he was thinking, the greenness in his eyes made Luke think of a satiated wolf for a moment.

After being questioned, Lance frowned and smiled, and the aggressive gaze disappeared immediately.

He just recalled His Highness's fascinated expression last night.

"And your mouth... deal with it." Luke turned his face away, with some faint pink on his cheeks, "Next time I lose consciousness and do something rude, you have the right to resist."

Only then did Lance realize that his lips were bright red and his skin was torn.

He perfectly disguised all the traces - the only trace that he forgot to deal with was left when he solved the disease for His Highness.

There is no need to deal with it, is there?

In this way, Lance followed His Royal Highness into the dining room, and received the bright eyes of the maids, the jealous eyes of the beautiful boys, Aphra's thumb, and Charlotte's hand holding the quill——

In the end, Luke, who was covered in hair, threw a towel on his face.

"Don't abide by masculinity!"

Luke pressed Lance fiercely, and after watching him obediently let Aphra heal the wound on his lip, he was completely relieved.

This silly dog ​​wandered out of the world in a daze all day long, completely unconscious, and didn't understand what kind of ambiguous symbol the wound on that part was.

After tidying up the silly dog, he led the dog on a leash and entered the palace to meet the king.

When he walked into the conference hall, Adorno was telling the king about his decision to lead the mission to leave the Holy Kingdom tomorrow.

The ministers felt anxious about this sudden decision. Seeing Adorno's pale face, they wondered whether the envoy had been treated badly.

The palace minister said: "Then Princess Afra..."

Adorno immediately said: "There is no need to continue the marriage."

He refused too quickly, his eyes flustered, showing a bit of abnormality.

The ministers all had speculations in their minds: the experience in the holy capital might not be pleasant, and the person in charge of the reception——the little prince needs to bear most of the responsibilities.

The Prime Minister smiled triumphantly in his heart, and pretended to be troubled: "Could it be that our country has not received you well?"

At this time, the door of the council hall was opened, and Luke walked in unhurriedly with Lance.

"It's not that Princess Aphra is wrong, or that His Royal Highness Luke has treated you badly." Adorno said to the ministers, "Because I have already obtained something more precious than the princess from His Royal Highness Luke."

"Indeed." Luke continued.

He glanced at the ministers and bowed to the king: "Your Majesty, I am about to report to you about the 'precious item' that Young Patriarch Horkheimer mentioned."

The guards behind him brought eight transparent glass flowerpots and laid them out in a line.

There is a potato plant in different growth periods in each transparent flowerpot. Luke cooperated with the real thing and told the ministers the planting experience gained from the experiment with Lance in the past few days.

He spoke in an orderly manner, with clear priorities, and even the Minister of Agriculture nodded in approval.Finally, the maids in the prince's mansion brought fresh mashed potatoes for the ministers to taste.

The ministers tasted a bit of mashed potatoes suspiciously, and their expressions gradually changed from frowning to amazement.

"If you can get His Majesty's support, this kind of food can not only solve the wintering problem of the Horkheimer tribe, but also solve the famine in our country." Luke said.

He looked at the Minister of Finance and said with a smile: "In the future, it should be easier for your lord to collect taxes from the north."

He untied the white flower pinned to his chest and gave it to an elderly marquis: "Your madam has a very keen sense of fashion. I have heard that your madam is famous for a long time. I give this flower to her. I hope she will like it."

No one in the palace knows that the Marquis dotes on his wife like his life. The Marquis, who is nearly fifty years old, has always led the fashion trend in the aristocratic circle. She has always had a good impression of Luke, but because her Marquis tends to be the eldest prince, she has no chance Make friends.

The Marquis gazed deeply at Luke, bowed his head to the formerly disgraced candidate for the throne, and took the flower.

This is a signal.

The palace minister threw the silver fork on the porcelain plate containing mashed potatoes with a "ding", and his face was distorted in anger.

Luke lowered his eyes to hide a smile, raised his eyes and said loudly: "My friend Xia Zuo Cecil contributed a lot to finding this golden crop."

He knelt down on one knee to the king: "It's very cold in the north, I implore Your Majesty to welcome Earl Cecil's family back to the holy capital for the sake of the Cecil family's merits."

The king was gorging himself on a silver plate of mashed potatoes, his thin beard stained with white crumbs.

"Delicious! Delicious!" He praised, "It will be even more delicious with more milk and broth. Your cook will lend me two days, and I will let my cook learn how to make these delicacies!"

"It seems that these delicacies are quite to your taste." Luke reminded with a smile, "Then, Your Majesty, Earl Cecil..."

"Your Majesty, no!" The palace minister retorted.

At present, the king completely ignored the minister of the palace: "Those who can find such delicacies, of course they must be placed by my side! The nobles are the first! Wait for Earl Cecil... Oh no, when the Marquis comes back, I really want to praise you His good son!"

It was a surprise to be promoted to Marquis.

Luke smiled sincerely: "Then I would like to thank Your Majesty on behalf of my friend."

Xia Zuo was finally able to come back.

Aphra also escaped the fate of marriage.

As for the horses and furs exchanged from Adorno, after arming Luke's guards, there is still a lot of surplus, which will be distributed to those noble knights who intend to serve him.

Luke's wings are growing.

The result of this king's meeting, except for the palace minister and his cronies who were gnashing their teeth with hatred, everyone was happy.

The few old ministers who never participated in political struggles and devoted themselves to serving the country also admired Luke because of the potatoes.

At the end of the meeting, Adorno, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "I would like to ask the Holy Nation for a small gift as a souvenir for the tribe."

Luke turned to him.

He didn't pay attention to Adorno before, but looking at it now, he felt that the young patriarch was a little strange.

Perhaps because of the hangover, Adorno's physical condition looked a bit bad, and he cast a strange look in his eyes, as if Luke was a stranger to him.

Even stranger - Adorno seems desperately trying to overcome this strangeness.

Luke glanced at Lance, and asked the only sober person last night if something happened to the young patriarch when he was drunk.

Lance's eyes were clean and pure, apparently he knew nothing about it.

Luke had no choice but to ask Adorno with doubts: "If I can help. What gift does the young patriarch want?"

"I want a portrait of His Royal Highness Luke." Adorno said.

Hearing this, Luke frowned slightly.

He still remembered that the young patriarch was not taboo about men and women, and he once thought about marrying him.In this way, the act of sending portraits is somewhat ambiguous.

However, Adorno's eyes were deep, with a firm and pleading obsession, and there was no distraction in his eyes.

Luke let go of his guard.

Perhaps it was because of the belief in the guidance of the Oneiroi.Moreover, in civilized countries, it is very common for the two sides to exchange portraits of kings or princes as a sign of friendship when they have diplomatic relations.

He promised Adorno.

"It's easy. I'll send the portrait before you leave."

The episode at the end ended quickly. The ministers left the council hall in twos and threes. The king was full of fresh ingredients and was quite impatient with the wind in the ear of the palace minister.

"I hope you can understand my sudden request." Adorno explained to Luke as he walked, "Luke, I don't want to forget you."

Luke couldn't help being puzzled.

Does the young patriarch have no confidence in memory?If you want to remember a person, do you still have to rely on portraits?

As if understanding Luke's doubts, Adorno quickly said: "The memory about you is being deleted constantly, but I don't know which god did it."

"Amnesia?" Luke immediately remembered his "drunk memory loss".

He still wanted to ask more carefully, but Lance had already opened the door of the carriage for him.

"Your Highness, it's time to go." The silver-haired knight reminded him gently, "The sky is gloomy and there will be rain soon. Rainy days will slow down the speed of the carriage returning home."

Luke looked at the sky, he was really eager to tell Aphra the good news today.

While he was distracted, Lance met Adorno's eyes.

Under Lance's eyes, this fierce and martial beast from the north stood up like a bamboo mouse when it smelled a wolf. It took all its strength to stand up, let alone utter a single word.

Luke turned his head and saw that Adorno didn't say much about his "amnesia" wishes, so he bid farewell, "I should go."

Adorno was stuck in place, unable to even utter the last "take care".

In the carriage, Luke watched Adorno's figure gradually go away, and couldn't help saying: "He is so strange."

Lance cooked milk tea for him: "Uncivilized barbarians, after all, think differently from us."

Luke nodded and accepted the explanation.

"Does Your Highness really want to give him the portrait?" Lance asked in the spare space.

Luke didn't take it seriously: "Just pick a pair at random."

Lance watched the black tea and milk swirling and blending in the cup: "Your Highness, I should remind you...all your portraits are from me."

Luke was taken aback before he remembered this matter.

The little prince hated the prolonged stares of other people, including the court painter, so even though poems about his appearance spread across the continent, not a single court painting came out of the palace.

But Lance, he promised to teach Lance how to paint, plus Lance's special situation of "you can't draw your soul if you don't draw His Highness", Luke is both his teacher and his model, and Lance draws it himself. The portrait turned out to be all his portraits.

"Then choose a pair from you and give it to him." Luke said while looking at the scenery outside the car window.

He got no response.

Luke glanced at the silent Lance, and misunderstood something: "Don't worry, even if it is a practice work, your level is comparable to that of a top court painter. It is more than enough to give to foreign envoys."

Lance said: "I cherish those paintings."

Luke didn't know why he suddenly became serious, but he still said casually: "Then what is there to cherish, it's fine if you don't draw anymore?"

Then he saw that the sugar cube in Lance's tweezers was crushed with a snap.

"..."

Luke was inexplicably a little startled when he looked at the piece of sugar cube that was dead.

Lance silently picked up the crumbs of the sugar cube, and the cup of unmade milk tea was cooling down.

...It seems that the mood is not good.

Luke didn't know what he said that made him unhappy, but he was not used to Lance's appearance.

"Anyway, we will have many more times in the future, won't we?" Luke was a little annoyed, and he raised his eyebrows and explained indiscriminately, "I draw when I want to draw, which one will be missing?"

Lance snapped his fingers and looked up at him.

In the faint fragrance of milk tea, His Highness clutched the tassel of the soft pillow angrily, his cheeks puffed up imperceptibly, fully interpreting the word "qi bulging".

He didn't trample on it intentionally, but simply didn't understand his mind.

Lance sighed in his heart, and instantly forgave His Highness for his carelessness.

Luke saw him looking at him with a confused expression, and his temper became even more violent: "Do you want to make milk tea? If you don't make it, get out of the car."

"Please be calm, Your Highness." Lance said with a slight smile, "The longer the dessert is cooked carefully, the sweeter it will be when it comes out of the oven."

Luke always felt that there was something in his words.

"I promise Your Highness to choose a painting and give it to him." Lance said, "But does what His Highness said just now count? ——'There will be many times in the future', 'Draw as long as you want'?"

"...Of course." Luke didn't expect him to remember so clearly.

Lance continued to induce: "If you want to draw, you can draw, can you draw any kind of Your Highness?"

Luke squinted suspiciously, always feeling that he had fallen into a trap.

But what could Lance count on him?It's just a painting.

You can't paint his embarrassing things, or uglify him, or paint a turtle bastard on his face.

Luke put forward the conditions cautiously: "Only once can you scribble casually. And it must be approved by me...and you can't show it to others."

"Then we have a deal, Your Highness." Lance finally handed him the cup of milk tea.

Luke took a sip of the taste before letting out a satisfied "hmm".

Speaking of paintings, he thought of another rather long-ago event.

"It's almost my birthday." Luke buried his face behind the porcelain cup, revealing only a pair of smart eyes, "Did you forget... what did you promise to give me on my birthday?"

Lance smiled and said, "Give it to Your Highness the first painting I drew for you."

"Just remember." Luke raised his chin proudly.

His birthday was just half a month later on June [-]th, which was also Luke's coming-of-age ceremony.When Lance painted for him for the first time in March, he secretly hid the painting while he was taking a nap, and said it would be a birthday present.

Just like the tattoo on his back, the more he hides it, the more curious he becomes.

Luke seduced him and said, "I forgot to remind you that tempera painting tends to grow hair after a long time. It's best to show me in advance to save wastage..."

Lance lowered his eyes and smiled slightly: "I have holy power, and a little fresh-keeping technology can still do it."

Luke put down his teacup in displeasure and glared at Lance.

When the omnipotent and easy-to-use holy power goes against his wish, it becomes particularly unpleasant.

Lance enjoyed his angry stare very much, and changed the subject with a smile: "Let me draw a new portrait for His Royal Highness as diplomatic relations. The ones in my hand are not suitable."

Luke thought so too, Lance's paintings are mostly leisurely and lazy "life photos", but what diplomatic relations need is serious "certificate photos", such paintings can show more majesty.

"You have a heart." He praised miserly.

In the prince's mansion, in the corridor of the glass dome.

Luke was wearing a formal suit, holding a long sword, and looking sideways into the distance, as if overlooking his country.

"How is this?"

"Your Highness is perfect."

Anyway, he couldn't draw his facial expression for a while, so Luke's eyes rolled around, inspecting the carved patterns on the roof of the temple...and finally fell on Lance.

Lance, who paints for him, is always so focused and calm.

He didn't pay close attention this morning, and now Luke realized... After last night, there seemed to be something different about Lance.

what is it then?

When the sun shone in those emerald green eyes, burning the emerald green into brilliant gold, Luke finally figured out how he felt.

——Lance's human smell has decreased.

Then Lance raised his eyes to escape from the golden light, and gave him a gentle and comforting smile.

Luke blinked, hiding the warmth brought by that smile in his heart.

It was probably an illusion just now.

During the whole afternoon, Lance has been painting, while Luke has been dealing with official business for a while, chatting with Aphra for a while, sitting and drinking tea and resting for a while... There is very little time to really seriously act as a model.

Time slipped away quietly, Lance was still putting the finishing touches on the portrait during the dinner, when Luke was carrying his dinner into the hall where the stars and the moon shone brightly, Lance looked into his eyes and put the finishing touches a sum.

The handsome young king in the painting is lifelike.

Luke handed him the plate, and couldn't wait to pick up his new portrait.The toes under his leather boots danced joyfully, and little flowers bloomed all over his body.

"Does Your Highness like it?" Lance leaned against the wall and drank the wine.

Luke didn't speak, but his shining eyes said it all.

"Is this painting really going to be given to someone else?" He was quite reluctant - this is his favorite one.

"Of course I won't give it to others." Lance said with a smile, "I will make an exact copy, and His Royal Highness will naturally keep the original copy."

Luke hesitated and didn't reply.

The envoys will leave tomorrow morning, and if Lance is asked to draw another one, he will have to drive out all night—that would be too cruel to his subordinates.

However, Lance directly took out a new canvas, and golden light spots fell on it, his eyes were shining brightly, and soon, the same painting as before appeared in his hands.

Luke's eyes widened.

Saint power is omnipotent, but it is impossible to have this level in human hands.Lance was like—

"It's almost like 'creating'." He said.

As for the ability to "create", the beings on the entire continent know that it belongs to the power of the God of Light.

Luke recalled the legend about the "treasure of the gods".

The candlesticks were extinguished slowly, and the light of the stars and the moon leaked from the transparent dome.They looked at each other under the moonlight in the dark night, and Luke didn't know what answer he wanted to get from the other party.

"Your Highness is absurd." However, Lance said very normally, "I am just a human being, and I know some tricks, which is fundamentally different from a god."

After his resurrection, powers that do not belong to humans are awakening in his body.

But God will be feared, and the only thing he thinks about is to be His Highness's lover.

"...That's true." Luke forced himself to believe Lance's words.

He looked at the copied painting again. Although there was no difference in details, he always felt that the soul was missing.

After all, the original version is the work that Lance poured with his own hands during the day.

"You have already graduated as a teacher, and you are a very remarkable painter." Luke couldn't help sighing, "I have nothing to teach you anymore."

Lance's paintings gradually possessed a soul.During this time, will Lance's mind also change along with these paintings?

Unknown emotions surged in Luke's heart.

"I will order the servant to send this painting to the Horkheimer tribe's mission. Then... eat your dinner, clean yourself up, and then serve me to sleep."

After he finished speaking to Lance, he turned and left the glass corridor.

Today is a very fruitful day, many long-term efforts have good results today.

Luke hugged the pillow, thinking contentedly.

He truly broke Aphra's fate of marrying far away, and Xia Zuo, who was implicated by him, would also return and be promoted to a higher position.If the messenger hastened his horse, Xia Zuo could still attend his birthday dinner in time.

So tonight...should be free from nightmares.

Luke closed his eyes.

He had no dreams.

—Lance had a dream.

His desires are superficial, so he doesn't need to dream, and the few dreams are also about His Highness, which are ambiguous.

This dream is different.

It was so clear, so real—as if he had experienced it himself.

It was in a tall tower.

It was snowing heavily outside the window, but the room at the top of Yaoguang Pagoda was as warm as spring, the fireplace was burning with flames, all the furnishings were soft and comfortable, and there was no sharp weapon that could scratch oneself.

It is roughly the same as the little prince's bedroom, including the scarlet bed.

A silver chain was attached to the bedpost, and the silver chain stretched so long that it locked one ankle.

The blond boy was lying on the bed in a backless nightgown, with two bare and slender legs protruding from under the nightgown.

Bat wings stretched behind his back, his toenails were dark in color, which made the young man's pale and bloodless skin even more contrasting.

This is a mature succubus.

Dangerous, but the pair of most breathtaking eyes have lost their desire and are filled with gray mist.

And on the red lips that could make the curse come true, it was covered with golden lines of holy power, sealing the succubus' lips and tongue.

Lance heard "myself" speak.

"—Your Majesty, it's time to dine."

The author has something to say: It's time to eat - but Lance didn't take any food in his hand.

Well, it's Luke's birthday! , grown up, really good (grinning)

感谢在2021-07-03?20:56:37~2021-07-04?11:16:07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 threw the landmine: Resignation, ww? 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：ˋ^ˊ小安、向咏、37709658、浔时、炽天使?10瓶；35007895?7瓶；宵夜夜夜夜宵?6瓶；亚力芝士多多德?5瓶；48303206?2瓶；阿九、土豆糊?1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!