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

"Is there anything wrong with hiding the person you love? Don't show it to others?"

Looking at Lance's pure eyes, Luke felt a shudder running down his spine.

"……are you serious?"

In fact, there is no need to ask,? From Lance's eyes,? He knew that Lance was expressing his true thoughts.

Luke's throat rolled, and he unconsciously moved back half a step.

Lance realized his retreat, and raised his arm to hold him back, but seeing Luke took another half step back, he withdrew his hand with a slight injury.

There was pure doubt and bewilderment in his eyes.

"Sorry, Your Highness." He lowered his eyelashes reproachfully, "No one taught me how to love,? I only know that if there is something I like,? I will hold it firmly in my hand,? No Let it go."

Luke's back steps stopped.

Sounds like Lance just can't figure out the difference between treating things and people.

Born in such a family, I am afraid that no one taught him the right love.Even though Lance is an adult, his soul is still as pure as a newborn child. With the instinct of a baby, he should hold the things he likes in the palm of his hand and not give others a chance to covet them.

He was showing his ignorance,? showing his weakness...Lance was asking him for help.

Luke gradually calmed down, feeling pity for Lance in his heart.

If he is also afraid of Lance and avoids this topic, Lance may have such twisted thoughts for the rest of his life.

"It's not like that." Luke said in a gentle tone as much as possible, "Living creatures are different from dead creatures. Living creatures have souls, so the attitude towards living creatures must be different."

Lance listened to him like a student.

His attitude of studying hard gave Luke encouragement.

"When I was young, my fencing teacher once caught a canary for me." Luke told a story, "I kept it in a golden cage and fed it with the best feed and water. It spent all day Crash in a golden cage."

"The teacher told me to let it go, but I didn't listen."

Speaking of this, Luke showed regret.

"Early the next morning, my golden cage was full of blood and broken feathers, and the canary's head got stuck in the gap in the cage, and it strangled itself to death."

Lance blinked.

He recalled the lost eyes of the "His Majesty" in the golden tower he had cast.

"No matter what kind of creature it is, it doesn't want to be controlled and imprisoned by others, even if that person pretends to 'love him'." Luke concluded, "Such a 'love' will only hurt both parties."

"I understand, Your Highness." Lance's eyes moved slightly, "But if I let 'Canary' go, I will never see it again."

"When I think of it in other places that I can't see, showing others its dancing and singing voice," he pressed on his heart, "I will feel very painful here."

"That's better than watching it die in your own hands." Luke walked to him and sat down. "Besides forcing, there are many ways to keep the canary by your side."

Lance watched him intently.

"So, how should you treat the person you love?"

This stopped Luke.

He has no similar experience, all his actions are sincere, he will not judge his own emotions, and he will not deliberately summarize what he will do to the person he loves.

But now, as Lance's teacher, he couldn't show any hesitation.

He vowed to say: "If you like someone, you must treat him wholeheartedly, and you would rather sacrifice to protect the other person."

Luke stopped while talking.

He thought that Lance had no sense of taste and had to learn cooking for him, and that Lance was loyal no matter whether he was a demon or a human.

Before that, in order to save him from the Oneiroi curse, he was still enduring mental pain until now, and needed to rest in bed most of the day.

This approach is not exactly...

Just as Luke was thinking, a hand was placed on the back of his hand.

Lance hooked his fingers lightly, begging him tenderly.

"I don't know what to do. Please teach me, Your Highness, please?"

Luke pursed his lips blankly.

teach? "how to teach?"

"Demonstrate to me..." Lance approached him, "If 'His Royal Highness loves me', what will he do."

The other party's breath brushed against Luke's ears like a feather. He looked into Lance's eyes, and the blush dyed from the tips of his ears to his cheeks.

Luke was embarrassed for a while, and showed his fangs: "What are you talking about? I don't..."

Before he could say no, Lance's finger touched his lips.

"Just pretending. Demonstrate yourself, teach me, let me learn." Lance's eyes darkened.

"Such a simple teaching, His Highness must be able to complete it easily, right?"

Luke leaned back slightly, the tip of his nose was red.

At the same time, his eyes gradually lit up—the unyielding attitude in the face of challenges, and the strong will to win.

"What's so difficult about it?" He raised his eyebrows, "You are a difficult student, but luckily you met me."

Lance's eyes smiled: "Meeting Your Highness exhausted all my luck."

Luke took his hand out of his palm and counted fingers one by one: "I want to go on a date with someone I like. On a date, I want to see art exhibitions, listen to concerts, eat together, travel, and give each other gifts..."

He thought carefully about what modern couples would do, when a black shadow came over him, his lips were suddenly kissed.

This kiss was like a touch of water, and it was gone as soon as it was touched. Before Luke could react, Lance ran away, leaving him with a dazed face, and his rosy lips were still slightly parted.

"I like it, will you do it?" Lance said hoarsely.

On Luke's face, the blush that had just faded came back and burned even more vigorously.

He felt that he had blushed so much recently that he could use it as paint.

Luke stared at Lance in disbelief and embarrassment. There was no teasing on the other's face, only pure seriousness.

...you are studying hard.

Luke clenched his fists in the air for a while, remembering that Lance was still in pain because of him, so he raised it high, lowered it low, and hammered Lance's shoulder lightly.

"I teach you, not you. Don't act casually." He gritted his teeth and said, "I don't teach bad students."

"I'm in a hurry."

Lance grabbed his fist and chuckled.

After the evening prayer, it was dinner. Luke went to get the food for himself and Lance, and planned to take it back to the bedroom to eat together.

— because "eating together" is a necessary step in teaching dating.

When walking past the church, some nuns hadn't finished their vespers, and the sound of chanting enveloped the entire monastery in a holy and ascetic atmosphere.

Luke turned his face away with shame, and gently rubbed his lips with the back of his hand, as if the heat from before was still on it.

Sister Alisa came to meet her.

Luke concealed his guilt and greeted first, "Hello."

"Your Highness." Sister Alisa bowed her head.

Luke was always a little uncomfortable with her because he overheard her confession by mistake.

"I have something to say to His Highness, would His Highness condescend to accompany me for a walk?" Sister Alisa offered to invite.

"I would like to, but dinner..." Luke said tactfully.

Sister Alisa said, "I have ordered the dinner for Lance and Your Highness to be delivered to your bedroom. Your Highness need not worry."

Luke smiled helplessly: "It seems that I have no reason to refuse."

He glanced in the direction of Lance's bedroom and felt that there was no danger, so he followed Sister Alisa to the secluded backyard.

"How does Your Highness view 'unruly'?" Sister Alisa started the topic.

Luke was vigilant and said with some reservations: "This word covers too many things, and I can't summarize them all."

Sister Alisa said: "I know a lady who committed a crime against the teachings."

Luke looked at her, wondering if the "lady" might be referring to Lance's mother.

"In my opinion, doctrine is not an absolute authority. Everyone should have their own bottom line." He thought about it and said, "If it exceeds that bottom line, I will discourage it."

"What if all kinds of persuasion are ineffective?"

Luke observed her expression: "Explain that 'something against the doctrine' is very important to her, and losing it may be as painful as depriving her of life..."

Sister Alisa shook her body, and the candlestick in her hand fell, and the wick was buried in the slush, and suddenly went out.

It was pitch black around them.

Luke could see Sister Eliza's pale face and trembling hands picking up the candlestick.

What he just said must have touched the pain deep in her heart.

Luke suddenly thought that on that day more than ten years ago, he did not see Lance's mother on the guillotine where members of the Winston family were executed.

The old duke was shot dead in the palace, so when did the duchess die?How did you die?

Before he could figure this out, Luke realized another thing—his night vision ability belonging to the succubus was gradually emerging.

Tonight is a seven solar eclipse.

Taking advantage of Sister Alisa's absence, he found an excuse to say goodbye, put on the hood, and hurried to the bedroom.

The fragrant fragrance in the room whetted Luke's appetite, and at a glance, Lance was not on the bed.

A candle was lit on the table, and they all had their dinner under the candle, the room was a little dark, only a small piece of the table was dyed with an orange halo.

Luke walked in the door, and before he could take a closer look, a person attacked him, pushing him against the wall and kissing him deeply.

The eager prey was delivered to the door automatically, and Luke fell into intoxication in an instant.

His whole body was shrouded in shadows, only a small section of white neck was reflected by the candlelight, its lines were tight, trembling slightly, his throat rolled from time to time, hovering between struggling and being satisfied.

"Your Highness, this is called 'candlelight dinner', right?"

As the prey evacuated, Luke raised his eyelids half-starved, his purple pupils seemed to be burning with flames.

He didn't want to worry about candlelight, he just wanted to keep eating.

He randomly opened Lance's shirt collar, found the blood vessels in his neck, and was about to bite his teeth.

But his face was held by Lance, and his fangs fell between the palms of his palms, a little gritted.

The succubus boy with horns glared at Lance dissatisfied, his fangs were grinding on his palms like a little beast in a bridle.

"Your Highness agreed to teach me." Lance induced him patiently, "What will lovers do after the candles are extinguished?"

"Didn't you know it a long time ago?" Luke remembered the night of the coming-of-age ceremony, and kicked Lance's calf dissatisfiedly, "Don't get in the way, I'm still hungry."

"I will not hinder His Highness from eating." Lance smiled.

He said so, but he didn't allow Luke to suck blood, even refused to kiss, which made the demon who was eager to eat very violent.

"Doesn't Your Highness know? Know where there is 'better food'."

Lance's eyes were deep, and under the warm light, the holy brows and eyes were a little deceptive.

"For the candlelight dinner, His Highness should be entertained with more delicious food."

The author has something to say: Although, Lance, if you treat your guests with this special food, you will kneel on the washboard tomorrow!

Lance (kneeling obediently): I was wrong, Your Highness, next time I dare (X)

感谢在2021-07-17?16:54:16~2021-07-18?17:29:26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 mine: Ying Chitose? 1 piece;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: I am the villain, Moshang Yunchu? 10 bottles; oatmeal porridge?

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