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

"Be my King," Lance said.

He didn't get a response for a long time.

Lance looked sideways, and saw the boy curled up, already asleep on the innermost side of the bed.Luke didn't know what kind of dream he had, and even in the dream he frowned.

"His Majesty".Lance thought.

In those dreams, he shouted "Your Majesty" again and again, kissed the boy's frowning brows, and the boy's emotions seemed to be transmitted to his heart, intertwined with pain and joy.

In the past, he didn't dare to show his desire to Luke because he was afraid that the air bubble of his dream would be easily punctured by His Royal Highness.

And now he dare not share the bed with His Highness when he is awake? It is because he is afraid of scaring him away.

Your Highness has shown excessive protection for Aphra time and time again. It seems that he has lost her once, and now he is trying his best to make up for his mistakes, and he does not want to repeat the same mistakes.

...Has Your Highness ever had the same dream as him?

Are those dreams their past?Or is it His Royal Highness—a future that has been avoided?

Thinking about these things, Lance fell into a dreamland.

He had another dream about that "Lance" and "Luke."

in a dream.

Luke sat in the shadow of the high-backed chair. He had cried for a long time, and the corners of his eyes were flushed, moist and slightly swollen.Those crystal-like purple eyes were also covered with a layer of shadow.

The room is filled with a strong smell of wine, mixed with the smell of blood.

There were many wine bottles lying crookedly on the carpet, stained with mottled dark red, as if blood had been spilled.

"I will resurrect her." Luke mechanically turned the wine glass.

Lance stood with his back, the collar of his white shirt was open, and there were a few bite marks on the side of his neck.

"Princess Aphra's soul is dead. Your Highness, people die and cannot be resurrected."

"Humans can't do it, but demons can do it, and so can gods." Luke's voice was low and hoarse, "Didn't we already experimented last night? As long as the magic power is sufficient, as long as I appeal to my request,?—Che Miracles happen."

He loosened his wrist, and the glass goblet in his hand fell to the ground and shattered.

"Restore." Luke stared at the shards of glass.

In his eyes flashed a bright purple meaning, the succubus tempered by the power of the dark god, the words already possessed the authority of the god.

The shattered goblet returned to its original appearance as he expected, and fell back into his hands.

Luke looked again at the dead bird in the cage on the table.

"survived."

The bird came back to life, jumped on his shoulder, rolled its black bean eyes vividly, and twittered.

Luke arched his back in pain as if he had been severely injured, covered his mouth and coughed violently.

The bird was frightened and flew away.

The magical power needed to resurrect life far exceeds that of restoring dead things, and he will only eat back his own body in doing so.

And the magical power needed to resurrect the dead is far more than a thousand times that of resurrecting birds.

Lance clenched his fists tightly, but did not persuade.

He had persuaded him countless times, and he knew that it was impossible for him to persuade Luke.

He could only hand over a handkerchief to wipe off the dirty blood from the hands of the little prince who was coughing up blood, and then kissed his blood-stained lips.

Thick curtains shaded the entire bedroom into darkness.

Luke's pale face recovered - a little.

"Not enough," he said.

"...Your Highness."

"Go find Aphra's remains." Luke held his hands, with sharp pleading in his eyes, "Lance, you are the only person I can entrust, and the only person who can do this .”

Lance complied.

He was expelled from the holy capital in disguise, and was driven away from Luke's side, and went to the desolate and dilapidated north due to the epidemic.

When he returned to Luke with the bones in his hands, the former down-and-out prince stepped on the blood of the royal family to ascend the throne, sealed himself in the palace, and drank and caroused with the beautiful boys all night.

He wears light clothes and dazzling jewels, and - laughing - makes people fall obsessively at his feet.

Those teenagers who were crazy about him were bitten by the succubus on their necks and drank blood when they loved him the most.

That is the source of the succubus' magic power.

The sadness in Luke's eyes was paralyzed by alcohol, and he could easily smile brightly and seduce the saint into hell.When seeing Lance's figure, Luke thought he was still in a dream, walked over in a vain footsteps, stood on tiptoe, hooked his chin and kissed him.

Then he was picked up and thrown into the icy lake. Under Lance's cold eyes, he sobered up.

The moonlight hit Luke's wet and thin back.

"Don't look at me." Luke covered his face in pain.

Trapped in the nightmare of her sister's death, in the dream of alcohol paralysis, in the rare time of waking up, only self-loathing and self-abandonment remain.

Looking at Luke like this, all Lance's anger and desire for destruction were overwhelmed by heartache.

He stepped into the water and knelt down before Luke.

"Your Highness, don't become the person you hate the most." He hugged the boy, "We bury the princess, and everything can start again."

"You should address me 'Your Majesty,' Lance."

Luke leaned in his arms, his skin was cold.

"It's too late. You can't stop me anymore."

Lance's dream came to an end here.

He opened his eyes, and immediately looked at Luke beside him.

According to the development of the plot in the dream, His Highness failed to stop Aphra from marrying far away, and she would die to save the plague, and His Highness would regret his wrong decision because he failed to protect his sister, and fell into abyss.

But luckily, now—nothing happened.

Lance got on the bed lightly and put his arms around the boy.Luke was used to his intimacy, and found a suitable position like a cat, lying down against his chest.

His Highness's skin was warm, with a blush on his face, completely different from the pale and cold His Majesty the King in the dream.

Lance hugged him cherishingly, causing Luke to snort in displeasure.

He had been gazing into Luke's face all night without closing his eyes.

The next day, Luke woke up in Lance's arms.

He was still in a dazed state that hadn't woken up, dawdling in the arms of his prey for a while, until he was stung by something, and then began to examine his situation with suspicious eyes.

This - looked startled, immediately flew up - kicked the uninvited guest on the bed.

Kicked, didn't move, but Lance got off the bed consciously and turned his back, looking a little shameful and shy.

In fact, he just didn't want Luke to be afraid.

Luke was forced to recall the scene he saw when he applied the holy ointment, as well as the high fever on the soles of his feet on his birthday night, and his heart was pounding.

Reflexively, he grabbed the quilt and covered his chest.After realizing that doing so would be like a young lady who was underestimated, he pressed down the quilt abruptly, making a calm look.

Luke frowned and asked, "Didn't you say that you won't come to bed to squeeze me?"

Lance couldn't help but look sideways, looking at His Highness's vibrant eyes, and the blushing on his face, a little dazed.

It wasn't until the blushing completely turned into an angry flush that Lance explained, "It's too cold on the ground, and I'm going to have nightmares."

"Do you have nightmares? Am I that easy to lie?" Luke sneered and groped for his clothes beside the pillow, "Why don't you tell me what kind of nightmare it is—turn your head away and don't turn back."

Lance turned his head obediently. Hearing the rustling of clothes behind him, he said seriously, "I dreamed that I lost His Highness. I dreamed that His Highness didn't want me anymore."

Luke didn't take it seriously.

He said while putting on his coat: "If you still use this nonsense to perfuse me, and you dare to climb into my bed next time, I will castrate you and help you live without worry."

After a night's rest, the little prince regained his energy and was able to curse with dignity.

Lance smiled heartily, followed his highness, and started the journey again.

Two days later, they arrived at Fort Lobito, only half a day away from the fief of Count Cecil and his wife.

The gates of the city were not closed, no one was in charge, the main street was not even paved with stone, and the sand was blowing in the cold wind.

Luke's whole body was tightly wrapped, only his eyes were exposed, looking around.

The streets are desolate, with houses piled up with mud and grass roots, and the ancient wells are dusty. When the north wind blows, the potter's wheel creaks like an old skeleton.

Five minutes into the city, they didn't even see a single person.

The huge military fortress is like a dead city.

Luke's heart was getting heavier and heavier.Then his eyes finally brightened, and he caught a moving figure on the side of the street.

It was an old lady, her pale hair was nestled in a thick coat, and her body was wriggling in the dust like a worm.

Lugal reined in his horse and was about to dismount to visit, but Lance stopped him.

"Your Highness, I'll go and have a look first, please don't come close."

He checked the situation of the old lady close first, and then nodded to Luke.

"It's not the plague." Lance said, then he pushed the old lady's coarse coat away.

There were whip wounds all over her skinny back. The trauma had been inflicted for a long time, and the wound festered and festered, and even had maggots.

Feeling the warmth of people, the old lady suddenly sighed heavily.

"Are you okay?" Luke bent down and asked.

"She died, just now." Lance said flatly.

Luke didn't expect that the sigh just now was the last sound made by the old lady.

Lance just said that she was not infected, so the cause of her death came from those whip wounds on her back?

"Who whipped her." Luke pursed his lips into a straight line, "It's just an old man with no strength to restrain a chicken. What serious crime has he committed to be punished like this?"

No one answered him.

Everything that happened in this dead city is unknown.

They continued on their way.

The wind brought a distant sound, and Lance's ear tip moved slightly, looking in one direction.

Luke watched his expression, turned the horse's head and walked in that direction.

It was a stone church of the God of Light—except for the military fortress, the only stone building in the entire city.

It was so close that Luke could hear the sound coming from it.

—the sound of whipping.

"Is this the culprit for the death of the lady just now?" Luke sneered and got off his horse.

Lance was silent, understanding something.

In the church, the believers knelt under the statues piously, and behind them, someone held up an iron whip and lashed their backs again and again.

Flesh and blood splattered, but the person who was beaten did not know how to dodge, and continued to mutter and pray to God.

Luke was startled and angry, and then a word popped into his mind.

- "The Lasher Group".

"Mainstream sects believe that the plague is God's punishment, and God uses the plague to guide people to repent." Lance said, "I have heard that there are many ascetics in the north. They punish their bodies to atone for their sins and pray for God's protection."

The flogging was their own punishment.

"Very stupid." Luke gritted his teeth, "They will be flogged to death before they catch the plague."

Someone in the church was already infected with the plague.

The patient was wearing a pure white gown, half of his body was covered with ice, lying on the altar.His aquiline nose and bald forehead made Luke's impression very distinct.

That was the lord of Fort Lobito, and he was going to negotiate with him for cooperation.

Seeing two strangers, Luke and Lance, enter the church, the people of Fort Lobito stared at them suspiciously. Those believers who could not distinguish between men, women and children were all wearing thick hoods, and their gazes from under the hoods , like the peeping of a mouse in its burrow.

The lord of Lobito Castle was dead, and Luke could not prove his identity through the lord. It would be much more difficult to gain the trust of the people and help them get rid of the disease.

Before Luke had time to think about how to deal with this tricky problem, he saw a five or six-year-old boy being pushed by his collar to the front of the altar.

"Kneel down! Little bastard."

The middle-aged man who pushed him cursed.

"God's punishment has come, you should repent." The priest's voice was hollow and old, "Confess your mistakes to God."

The middle-aged man bowed his head: "I shouldn't have had an affair with you, and gave birth to a bastard that shouldn't exist, let alone be soft-hearted, and leave the life of this bastard... God, forgive my sins, look at me For the sake of repentance."

That five or six-year-old boy was the same illegitimate child as Luke.

The believers below were amazed.

"What a terrible crime."

"Perhaps it was his birth that aroused the wrath of God, caused this plague, and killed the innocent mother and daughter in his family..."

The priest made a gesture of prayer, and Xu Xu read: "If you don't obey God's words and obey all His commandments and laws... He will make the plague attack you and chase you until you perish... *"

"Atonement with your actions," he concluded.

The middle-aged man took the iron whip from the priest and knelt down in front of the general.

To Luke's surprise, the man raised the iron whip, but the whip did not fall on his own back, but swung at the five or six-year-old boy.

"I'll kill this little bastard right away and make atonement for you." He muttered to himself.

The little boy didn't know what he did wrong at all. He only knew that his father would beat him again, and tremblingly held his head tightly.

The anger in Luke's chest burned to the extreme.

However, he was too far away from the little boy to reach him at all.Seeing that the iron whip was about to hit the little boy, a force surged out of his body uncontrollably.

"Stop!" he shouted.

His voice resounded throughout the church, and there was a power in the air that ordinary people couldn't see.

The power of... language that Osiris inspired within him.

Lance's pupils shrank suddenly.

The middle-aged man was furious: "Who are you? If you tell me to stop, I will stop?"

However, the strange thing was that no matter how hard he tried, the iron whip in his hand could hardly move an inch.

The man's cloudy eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and he stared at Luke in astonishment, as if he saw the pair of purple eyes that seemed to contain magic power under the bird's beak mask.

——Words and deeds.

Belongs to the succubus, the power that belongs exclusively to Luke.

The author has something to say: Everyone guessed before that Lance gagged Luke to prevent him from cursing Lance's sexual dysfunction... which is not wrong in a way (Lance sighs).

The first time Luke used the ability of the succubus was in Chapter 35 of the demon hijacking. Osiris wanted to bite him, but Luke stopped him with words.

The contents of "*" in the text are for reference.

Thank you everyone for your concern!Now I am using phonetic code words more and more smoothly. When this book is finished, I will practice Shuangpin when I save the next book. It is said that it is difficult to adapt, but it is much easier than 26 keys~

感谢在2021-07-07?23:14:58~2021-07-09?12:04:53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 rocket launcher: ah? 1;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: cute cheese? 3 pieces;

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