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

"Your Majesty—Your Majesty." He whispered in the boy's ear.

The most honorable title,? The worst succubus, in the greenhouse on a snowy night, the status of the prey and the hunter are switched, and they become the owner and the pet.

Only at this time, the boy's gray-purple eyes moved slightly, and many complicated emotions flashed through them, and finally, covered by mist, a teardrop swayed down the bridge of his nose.

He seemed to want to say something, but his tongue was blocked, so he could only whine from his throat.

Is it a nightmare? It is also an intoxicating dream.

Amidst the roaring heartbeat, Lance woke up from his dream.

He sat up in the dark, sat quietly for a while, and walked silently to the scarlet bed.

The boy on the bed was a little more childish and energetic than in the dream. He was sleeping sweetly, his lips were slightly opened, and he curled up in an arc that was tempting to kiss.

The thin quilt outlines a vague outline of his body, and from that outline, Lance seems to be able to trace every curve of the young man's body.

He bent down and was about to touch the boy's cheek.

Just like in a dream.

Before his fingertips were about to touch, his hand suddenly stopped, clenched, and retracted.

He covered his eyes with his hands, and under the cover of his palms, the emerald pupils were burning with golden light.

What were those in the dream just now?

That's what His Highness meant when he said "the body is not right after sleeping together"?Is that how the singing sound came from?

There is also "disease"... the symptoms he experienced when he was in contact with His Highness in the past and now are not diseases.

The black mist of the snake shadow emerged from Lance's heart, and the golden flame extinguished it, but the black snake absorbed the nutrients of desire and intensified.

Lance stared at the boy's face through his fingers.

I want to see him cry like in a dream, to see him grit his teeth and hold back his voice, and accidentally let out a soft hum, and to see him struggle feebly under his palm.

What if it is discovered?Anyway, he was able to erase all traces.

Lance took a deep breath, stretched the veins on the back of his hand and pulled out the ferocious black snake on his heart, and turned to leave.

Every step away was heavy enough to exhaust all his self-control.

He cannot guard His Highness here.

——Because the current "he" is the greatest danger to His Highness.

In the late night after the rain, Lance wandered like a ghost in the forest outside the mansion.

He submerged himself in the lake, using only holy power to maintain his physiological functions, and only after he could control his desires did he break out of the water.

The former caretaker of Yaoguang Pagoda, known as the "God Tongue", is waiting for him by the lake.

"I haven't caught the opportunity for you to be alone for a long time." The old man said, "Let me remind you that it's time to contribute holy power to Yaoguang Pagoda according to the agreement."

Lance walked up to the lake, dripping wet, and put on the clothes hanging on the treetops. The water on his skin immediately soaked through the shirt, fitting it tightly to his slender and fit body.

"I can't get away," he said.

"You are breaking the contract!" "Shen Tongue" said angrily, "Don't forget, I gave you the key to the Shenghonglin Library, and I was the one who revealed the news of 'you became the master of Yaoguang Pagoda' to the Pope! You Think you can easily throw it away if you get it cheap?"

"Yes." Lance said indifferently, "Even if I abandon the Oracle Sect, you can't do anything to me."

"...You! How did you become..." The old man was stunned.

If it is said that Lance in the past was still wearing human skin, but now the indifference in his heart is no longer concealed, and he is indifferent to everything.

But he was right.It has always been the Oracle sect that asks him.

The old man reprimanded him and begged him, but Lance's eyes were empty and he drifted into the distance.

The place in the dream is Yaoguang Pagoda.

Is that the future, or the past?

There are too many things that need to be confirmed, and he himself is unwilling to leave His Highness for a moment, so he has no means to spare.

"You need holy power?" Lance asked suddenly.

"what?"

Lance moved his eyes to the old man, his pupils were dark golden: "The only thing you want is holy power, and you can pay any price for it?"

After touching his eyes, "Shen Tongue" suddenly realized that the young man in front of him was so unfathomable and... frightening.

"...Of course." The old man gave the answer after careful consideration, "To be favored by God and to offer my faith to God is the whole meaning of my life."

"In that case."

Lance's fingertips condensed a white-winged bird-like fireworks, which submerged into the heart of "God Tongue" in an instant.

In an instant, the old man vaguely recognized that the flying bird looked like the legendary "angel" that had long since disappeared.

But its temperament is quite different from that of the pure and kind angels in religious books—the sharp golden beak is covered like a hat brim, covering the face and looking extremely cold.

After the "angel" merged into the old man's body, he was surprised to find that the holy power that had been withering day by day since three years ago was continuously growing like a fountain.

"It is enough to supply the Yaoguang Pagoda." Lance said lightly, "I can use your body as a price, and you will be my eyes and ears."

Hearing a plop beside him, Lance lowered his eyes in a little doubt.

I saw the old man knelt down to him and prostrated himself on the ground.

"Welcome the gods to come to this world." His voice was loud and solemn.

Lance was silent.

"The current Holy See has been defiled by mortals, and heretics are diverse. Only we have always adhered to the original point, followed the teachings carefully, and listened to God's decree—now, I am fortunate to wait for God's return."

The old man raised his head with tears in his eyes.

"The believers of the Oracle sect are your most loyal followers."

He regarded Lance as the God of Light.

Lance's mood did not fluctuate.

It doesn't matter if he is a god or not.

If it is true that everyone loves God as the doctrine says, His Highness will also love him, then this double identity is attractive.

As for whether other believers will admire him and worship him...it doesn't matter.

But for His Highness, he needs his own influence.

The Oracle sect is worth taking advantage of.

"I need to expand my followers." Lance said to the old man, "Nobles who own territory and cavalry, nobles who have a place in the palace. Serve me, and I will distribute the holy power to them."

"Yes, Lord Light God." The old man said.

He thought of something, he hesitated to speak, Lance couldn't wait for him to speak, and walked towards the prince's mansion.

"Shen Tongue" stood in the moonlight thinking.

He had guessed about Lance's life experience before, but now he just confirmed this guess.

But since the soul of the God of Light has awakened in his body, then he probably doesn't care who his physical parents are.

When Luke woke up in the morning, Lance was still dressed and ready to wait for him to get up.

Luke raised his arms in a daze, and let Lance lift up his nightgown and take off his pajamas for him.

The nightgown was lifted up, revealing her upturned buttocks little by little, followed by her tight and flat waist.

The young man's arms, shoulders and neck were as graceful as a swan, he yawned, and mist filled his eyes.

——Just like in a dream.

The nightgown slipped off suddenly.

Luke held his arms high for a long time, but instead of taking off his nightgown, he put it back on again, and he couldn't help but let out a hoarse "Huh?"

That slightly hoarse soft voice is like a cat's tail teasing people's hearts.

Lance lowered his eyes and turned his head sideways.

...is this a strike?

Luke gave him a sleepy look, and simply took off his nightgown.

He bent down and pulled off his nightgown. When his face was covered by the clothes, Lance turned his gaze back to the young man's clear-cut butterfly bones.

There should be a pair of bat wings, and when held in the palm, the wingtips trembled slightly.

Just as he was thinking, a ball of nightgown with a youthful air fell on his face.

"If you don't help me, get lost." Luke said fiercely, maintaining his throwing motion.

Lance gave a gentle smile.

He put the nightgown behind his back, and the hand holding the nightgown trembled slightly.

"Yes, Your Highness." He said in his usual voice.

The little prince's birthday will be half a month later, and it will also be Luke's coming-of-age ceremony.

The preparations for the coming-of-age ceremony have already started, but Luke was busy with foreign envoys some time ago, and the servants in the mansion did not bother him with this matter.

Even if he knew it now, Luke lived very easily.

After all, Lance knows his likes and dislikes clearly, so he doesn't need to worry too much, as long as Lance has the full power, he can have a proper and comfortable coming-of-age ceremony.In addition to handling a small amount of official duties these days, Luke took his younger sister to travel around various noble balls and salons, eating, drinking and having fun, and building good relationships along the way.

Potato flowers gradually became popular among noble ladies, and Luke and Aphra personally wore those flowers in and out of nobles and commoners.

As a result, commoner girls in the Holy Kingdom were also full of curiosity about the fresh flowers, and a small number of nobles who trusted Luke started planting potatoes in their own territory first.

An agricultural storm is brewing across the country.

Luke was sitting by the window, looking high at the white flowers in the garden, and sipped the red liquid in the glass with satisfaction.

Then his face turned pale.

The blood drawn from Lance by the container is tasteless to eat, and it is a pity to discard it.Barely enough to eat, but the taste is far from that of plain water.

As soon as Luke's expression changed, Lance bowed his head consciously and brought his bare neck in front of him.

The action of delivering prey to the door is always so skillful.

Luke raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then hooked the prey's neck, biting his two fangs lightly.

After only taking two sips, he became short of breath like drunk, and his purple eyes were fascinated.

Luke was always extraordinarily well-behaved when he ate.He was so greedy that he didn't even care to stop Lance from stroking the back of his neck and hair.

Feeling the soft touch in his palm, Lance felt like raising a wild leopard.

After satisfying his greed for a while, Luke barely restrained his greed and stopped.

"You can still eat more." Lance rubbed his thumb over his ear and said dotingly, "I still have a lot here."

The tip of Luke's tongue hooked away the last trace of blood.

"Satisfying my appetite comes first, and the health and safety of the blood bank comes second. If it's worn out, it's easy to find another prey, but it's a bit difficult to find a prey as delicious as yours..."

He suddenly thought of something, and leaned back in the high-back chair, showing a lazy and seductive smile.

"Speaking of which, I haven't tried others, and I haven't shopped around. Naturally, I don't know which one is the best. Otherwise, I will try it next time?"

Lance responded with a kiss.

After the kiss, Luke was slightly out of breath, and kicked him lightly: "Don't kiss me."

"Isn't it 'mouth to mouth'?" Lance said with a smile.

"...That's not allowed."

Luke had a hard time figuring out whether Lance understood the concept of "kissing".

And he himself, like a frog in warm water, gradually adapted to the rising water temperature, and gradually adapted to Lance's frequent crimes...

Sometimes the frog will also kick its legs to resist the rising water temperature and stay awake.

"Recently there are some interesting rumors among the nobles. It is said that several nobles obtained holy power overnight - and they do not have royal blood. Lance, have you heard about this?"

Luke observed Lance's expression very closely in this posture that was almost face-to-face with Lance, so that there was nothing to hide the subtle psychological fluctuations of both parties at such a close distance.

His breath gently blew on Lance's face: "Also, it is said that they have all converted to the 'Oracle Sect' recently..."

He was suspecting that Lance was the person behind the oracle sect.

The holy power was born from the blood of the royal family of Charlemagne, and very few nobles with different surnames were born with holy power—and it has been proved that the ancestors of these nobles with different surnames had some romantic debts with the royal family.

Of course, Lance is a special case.

In the original book, Lance was inextricably linked with the Oracle sect. Now that the Oracle sect is making waves, it is hard for Luke not to think of him.

"Is Your Highness doubting me?" Lance looked very happy.

Luke pinched his chin: "With your ability, it is completely possible to distribute a part of the holy power to others, isn't it?"

"Even if I have the ability, I don't have the time, Your Highness." Lan Siwen said, "Your Highness has already filled me up."

Luke blocked the lips he was about to kiss with a palm.

Although Lance's words are somewhat ambiguous, they are also true.His contracted knights are by his side day and night, how can he have the time and opportunity to make friends with those prominent nobles?

Moreover, the situation of "granting the holy power" was not mentioned in the parchment scrolls. I don't know whether Charlotte didn't understand it, or it didn't happen at that time...

Luke was lost in thought.

If some new character with holy power comparable to Lance appeared, things would be a little difficult.

As the little prince's birthday party approached day by day, the oracle sect, which had been silent for hundreds of years, reappeared in everyone's field of vision with a high profile.

The number of nobles bestowed with holy power was no longer the sporadic one or two in the rumors, but increased to ten.

Owners of the holy power should be under the command of the Holy See, but these nobles who suddenly possessed the holy power are all thorns who have had conflicts with the Holy See in the past, or have always refused to obey the Holy See.

The other party is a powerful nobleman, and the Holy See dare not take a tough attitude, which is quite a headache.

"Whoever was behind it, he's been a real help to me," Luke said over dinner.

"Brother, have you heard? The latest gossip." Aphra shook the note in her hand, "'The eldest prince and the young master of the Rex family lost the Lionheart in a gamble', the news will spread tomorrow morning, can you Three months of jokes in the contracting circle."

"Isn't the young master of the Rex family a friend of the eldest prince? How could he betray him?" Lu Jia thought, "Why do I feel like I've heard this name before... that's right."

He was a little surprised and said, "Angelo told me that the young master of the Rex family has recently converted to the oracle sect."

Aphra said: "This is really a trend, I even want to join the sect to try what is special about this ancient sect."

Luke thought for a while, and said, "I bet, there will be a nobleman who can use holy power in the Rex family recently."

Aphra spread her hands: "In short, Her Highness the Queen is about to lose her temper with the First Prince and the Rex family."

Things went as she expected, and as Luke expected.

In just half a month, the succession of the throne of the Holy Kingdom was inserted between the power struggle between the two princes, and the oracle sect was inserted again.

Because the "sacred power bestowed by God" was too bizarre, it caused a huge sensation in the whole country, and the matter quickly fermented within two weeks, until the night of the little prince's birthday party, the pope had come forward to attack the oracle sect.

No matter what kind of war is going on in the outside world, in this "home" guarded by Luke, Lance and Aphra, the little prince's birthday party will be held as scheduled.

In the evening, Luke greeted the nobles who celebrated his birthday in person, until all the invited nobles were seated, a look of disappointment flashed across his eyes.

"Is Your Highness waiting for someone?" Lance asked.

"Xia Zuo. He said in his letter that he would leave ahead of the family to catch up with my birthday party, but..." Luke looked at the vacant seat and said with a little worry, "He has never missed an appointment with me. Nothing will happen?"

"Perhaps it was delayed on the road, Your Highness don't need to worry about it." Lan Siwen said, "I will order the guards to set off now and look for Master Cecil along the road. Your Highness, please enjoy your birthday banquet to the fullest."

"Thank you." Luke said softly.

He thanked Xia Zuo very rarely.

Lance's green eyes flashed an unclear look, and he lowered his eyes and said, "Your Highness is serious."

Luke patted him on the shoulder.

He thought to himself that Lance's attitude towards Xia Zuo was not enthusiastic but at least caring. When he saw Xia Zuo, let him stop being so hostile to Lance.

This is the beginning of the grand banquet.

Thousands of people wanted to attend the little prince's birthday party, but there were only a hundred invitations.The nobles who were invited were either rich or noble, and there were also some unprosperous gems that Luke was about to dig.

The lively banquet didn't end until midnight, and the nobles left one after another. After seeing off the last one, Luke fell back on the sofa exhaustedly and asked Lance to unwrap his birthday present for him.

Lance opened a jewelry box, paused, closed it, and handed it to Luke.

Luke opened the jewelry box, his eyes widened slightly.

It was a ruby ​​necklace - "The Lionheart".

This piece of jewelry, which represents a brave king, was once won by the young Luke from the grand prince, and then lost to the grand prince in exchange for Aphra. Recently, the Rex family just bet from the grand prince. Returned the necklace - and ended up giving it to Luke as a birthday present.

After changing hands several times, it finally returned to the original owner.

"The Rex family even gave it to me as a present..."

Luke was lying back on the sofa, with a bright ruby ​​hanging from his fingertips, flickering in the candlelight, reflecting the brilliant brilliance.

"Is this surrendering to me on behalf of the family? Or is it representing the attitude of the Oracle sect?"

"Maybe they just think that the 'Lionheart' is more suitable for His Highness." Lance said while checking the gift list.

A smile curled up on Luke's lips.

"You really know what you like." Luke played with the "Lionheart King" with his fingertips, and looked at him, "Just like the oracle sect, it captures people's inner desires and makes them use them for themselves... "

He was implying the relationship between Lance and the Oracle sect.

"The difference is that I only want to be used by His Highness, and to serve His Highness."

Lance took the "Lionheart" and put it on Luke himself.

A flaming ruby ​​is adorned around the neck, lying obliquely in the depression of the young man's collarbone.

Lance's eyes dimmed, and he sat down next to him, and the sofa sank immediately.

Luke pushed his back with his hand: "Go away, don't sit next to me."

At some point, Lance had an extra bottle of wine in his hand.He poured out the wine and filled two goblets: "Your Highness, would you like to taste my newly brewed wine?"

It was a glass of golden liquid, which looked very attractive.

There are so many red wines and white wines in the Holy Kingdom, and golden wines are rare.

Luke moved the tip of his nose and smelled its mellow aroma, but he couldn't tell what raw material it was brewed with.

Very novel.

"Yes." Luke got up and grabbed the wine glass.

Seeing that Lance had also drank another glass of the same wine, he lowered his head and took a sip.

The taste is very stimulating, the tip of the tongue is slightly spicy, and the mouth is mellow. Luke took another sip, and then drank it with his head raised.

"What's good to drink? I want to taste it too." An Qiluo leaned over with a flushed face.

He obviously drank a lot of wine tonight, he was a little over the top, and even forgot that Lance was there, and he opened his mouth to grab Luke's wine glass.

Lance took the wine glass one step ahead of him.

"Your Highness, there are too many people here, let's find a secluded place to drink alone." He said lightly.

Luke was too lazy to get up, and still hesitated, so he heard Lance say again: "Hasn't Your Highness been looking forward to my gift? We can enjoy the painting while sipping fine wine."

"Okay." Luke became excited when he heard the mysterious painting, and was about to stand up following Lance's strength.

An Qiluo hugged him by the waist, and cursed drunkenly: "Stinky dog ​​fighting for favor! Don't rob me of the master!"

No matter how much An Qiluo wanted Lance to assist his master, he still had a grudge against Lance's way of occupying Luke.At this time, he was so drunk that he accidentally expressed his inner thoughts.

It's just that when Lance glanced at him, he fell silent and loosened his arms.

Luke was ignorant of these shadowy struggles.

He was led by Lance's hand to an unobtrusive small warehouse.

"This is my studio." Lance introduced.

The studio was dark, the air smelled of paint and canvas, and there was only one very narrow window.Luke couldn't see anything, and all his feelings were focused on the hand holding him.

"It's so dark." He heard his own heartbeat, "Where's the gift you said you wanted to show me?"

A little flame rose from Lance's palm like a firefly, and when it passed through the air, it lit up the darkness for a moment, and Luke vaguely saw something else.

In the end, the flame stayed on top of a painting, and the light spread, barely illuminating a portrait of a character.

The light lit up in Luke's eyes, and he held his breath.

The painting shows him taking a nap among the flowers in March.

The gorgeous flowers are all painted with large brushes as the background. The young man is intoxicated in the spring light, with delicate and sweet eyebrows and eyes.In early spring, the tip of his nose was slightly red, as if he was breathing shallowly in the painting, and he was about to wake up and smile at the viewer at any time.

This is Lance's original work, without using any special techniques, and it is not as realistic as a photo...but Luke can experience Lance's "feel" from it.

——The common people are like a passing cloud. Looking back one time, I suddenly found a corner of peace. From then on, my life's belief is to guard this little happiness.

Perhaps due to the influence of alcohol, Luke's heart was in a turmoil, and his eyes were a little hot.

At this moment, he decided that he would never use the deeds of the god-king in the book to figure out Lance, nor would he use any labels to define him.

Lance is Lance, with flesh and blood and emotions, no different from any living person.

"I like it very much." Luke said a little sullenly, "Thank you, Lance."

Lance hugged him gently.

When they parted, the whole studio was lit up with flames, and faces emerged from the darkness, smiling or annoyed, focused or lazy...

The room is full of paintings, and the protagonists of the paintings are all Luke.

"Happy birthday, Your Highness," Lance said.

Lu Jia opened his eyes, as if there were flashes of water.

Lance knew that His Highness loves painting, and painting can touch His Highness's heart more deeply than any language.So he learned this way of "communicating" with His Highness, transcending words and conveying the feelings in his heart.

Fortunately, he succeeded.

The current His Highness is extremely soft-hearted and will agree to any request from him.

"Can I monopolize Your Highness's first adult night?" Lance looked into his eyes.

"Yeah." Luke's voice was hoarse, "Okay."

Normally, he would never agree so readily...just because the touch of his heart tonight has drowned out any rationality.

There is a bed in the corner of the studio, which Luke guesses is used for resting between paintings.Perhaps in order to match the atmosphere of his birthday, it was decorated very delicately and gorgeously, a bit like the style of the big bed in his bedroom.

It's still soft to sit on.

Lance pulled up a stool and sat opposite him. The two were in this simple but beautiful small studio, their goblets collided in the air, and they toasted.

When Luke handed out the empty wine glass again, Lance persuaded, "Do you want to drink more, Your Highness?"

"Who are you looking down on?" Luke glared at him. "This kind of wine is just a little bit, so it won't get you drunk."

As far as the degree of ancient times is concerned, it is far worse than modern times...

He obviously underestimated the wine that Lance had prepared.

But after a while, Luke's eyes became blurred, his speech slowed down, and his voice began to drift.

He got up suddenly, walked around the studio unsteadily, and murmured as if he had just realized, "Why is I everywhere?"

His thin eyebrows were frowned, like a child thinking about a difficult problem.

"I drew it for you." Lance looked at the drunk cat with a smile in his eyes, "Your Highness, you are drunk."

Luke completely ignored him, still studying the paintings intently but bewilderedly, and finally walked up to a portrait and squatted down with his knees in his arms.

He looked at it for a while, and suddenly smiled sweetly.

"……Really like."

Not only did he like it, but he also hugged her, and rubbed his cheek against himself in the painting twice in satisfaction.

The two identical beautiful faces are close together, causing a huge visual impact.

However, Lance felt that a living Highness was always more charming than any painting.

And seeing His Highness's intimate appearance with the painting, Lance even began to envy his own painting.

He picked up the squatting Luke like a drunken golden retriever.

Luke didn't struggle, but obediently leaned into his arms and hugged him.

"I like it." He rubbed his curly blond hair against Lance's chest as he did before painting, "...I like it so much."

Lance pursed his lips.

Fortunately, His Highness was drunk, otherwise he would have clearly heard his heartbeat right now—fast, violent, and it was hard to conceal his eager love.

His Highness said that he liked him.

But those purple eyes are bright and clear, without evil thoughts, liking him is like liking a big dog.

"I wish His Highness could be the same as me." Lance said sadly.

——The same liking, the same love as in his heart.

He carried Luke to the bed—the bed that hadn't been in the studio since he planned the night.

"Your Highness promised me one thing, that I can draw you in any shape once. I want to use up this wish now."

Lance looked at him and said seriously.

"——I want to paint His Highness's nude body."

He watched Luke's eyes gather reason again, and the resistance that followed.

"Shh."

Lance pointed his finger at the lips that were about to say no.

"I've wanted this painting for a long time. It's... a birthday present from His Highness."

Under Luke's puzzled eyes, Lance smiled and sighed softly.

"That's right, it's a coincidence. Your Highness and I happened to be born on the same day."

"So tonight is also my coming-of-age birthday."

The author has something to say: for a moment I wondered whether I was writing a pure attack or a perverted idiot attack hahaha

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