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

Candlelight flickered.

Luke bared his teeth and punished his prey slightly, but the effect was contrary to his expectation.

"Well...why..." There was some tearing pain at the corners of his lips.

Lance could already feel the pain, how could he still be like this?

"Pain is also exciting, Your Highness." There was a hint of a smile in Lance's calm voice, but fanatical infatuation surged in his eyes.

"For Your Highness's dinner, please work harder."

The candlelight magnified their shadows and projected them on the wall. The wall shadows overlapped. Luke's demon wings seemed to be born behind Lance, magnified several times by the candlelight, and almost enveloped the entire room.

Tears of wax fell slowly, and the wick burned out, completely plunged into darkness.

In the early morning of the next day, Luke was buried in the mattress, and Lance knelt upright beside the bed.

The church bell rang outside the window, and the room was silent.

Luke was imagining that he was sleeping in a sarcophagus, slowly rotting away, and that whatever happened on the tombstone had nothing to do with him.

There is no need to recall the horrible past, and there is no need to open his eyes to face his completely derailed future.

There was a rustling sound coming from outside the quilt. Luke still had his eyes closed, and said hoarsely, "Kneel back."

"Your Highness, if we don't get up, we will miss breakfast." Lance said while tidying up the messy room.

"...Don't mention 'meal' to me,? If you don't want to be guillotined by me right now."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Thank Lance for being docile for the time being, otherwise Luke really couldn't help but put that threat into practice.

He played dead for a while longer, until the nun knocked on the door and brought their breakfast.

When the door opened, Luke's whole body was tense, and he hid under the blanket, not daring to move.

"Is Your Highness not feeling well?" the little nun asked by the door with concern.

Lance replied: "Your Highness is just a little tired. It would be better to rest for a while."

"It feels like there is a strange smell in the room." The nun said enthusiastically, "Is something broken? Open the windows more to ventilate."

She wanted to go into the room to check, but saw Lance raised his arm and leaned against the door frame, blocking her way.

"Thank you for your concern, but I will take care of everything properly." Lance had a warm smile on his face, but his movements were strong.

"Okay." The little nun dismissed the idea.

She had known Lance for two or three years, but suddenly felt that Lance today was a little strange.

Her long hair was untied, her thin lips were bright red, her shirt was loose with creases from being squeezed... like a lazy and contented wolf.

what happened?

The little nun was purely curious, and glanced into the room carelessly, but was blocked by Lance.

It seems to be protecting food—the little nun vaguely has this feeling.

She kindly asked a few more words, and then left in a muddleheaded manner.

Lance closed the door, and the room belonged to the two of them again.

He placed the tray with breakfast on the bedside, and said softly, "Your Highness."

After a while, there was a hungry "grunt" from the bed.

Lance laughed silently.

The quilt was awkwardly stalemate for a while, and finally said sullenly: "You go out."

"Yes, Your Highness." Lance said obediently.

He had already gone too far last night, and His Highness needs to be given time to adapt.Otherwise, it would be trivial to be scratched twice angrily, and it would be a waste of money if you just turned your face and ran away.

He lifted a lock of blond hair from Luke's under the covers, leaned in and kissed it, and left the room.

The sound of the door closing came, Luke confirmed that there was no one else in the room, and then slowly wriggled out of the bed.

He touched the strand of hair that was kissed just now, and the blushing on his face couldn't tell whether it was from depression or embarrassment.

"What's all this..." He murmured to himself.

Although it was a teaching between lovers, and even though the succubus was active, what Lance did to him far exceeded the boundary between master and servant or friends.

— That's what a true lover would do.

Luke's mind flashed the history of the love affairs of the kings in history, and those stories were all jokes on the wine table hundreds of years later.

He didn't want to be one of them himself, or even go too far - after all, Lance was his contracted knight, and he was still a man.

Lu Keming knew it was wrong, but he couldn't bear to punish him, nor could he cut it off.

It was the thing that frightened him the most—he couldn't live without Lance.

He picked up the bread blankly.

The breakfast in the monastery was very simple, a piece of black bread and a cup of goat's milk. The bread was so hard that Luke couldn't swallow it after biting for a long time, so he had to drink goat's milk.

The goat milk had a fishy and muttony smell, and he finally resisted the urge to spit it out, and swallowed it with difficulty.

There was a fishy smell between his lips and teeth, Luke looked at the cup of milky white goat milk in his hand, recalled something, and suddenly froze.

He shook his hand violently, and the cup fell to the ground and shattered in response.

Before Luke could react, the door was slammed open.Lance broke in and was relieved to see that he was not injured.

The delicate young man sat on the edge of the bed with his legs bent and his knees hugged. His face was flushed, his red lips were stained with white milk, and his eyes showed confusion.

Lance lowered his eyelashes and covered his darkened pupils: "Your Highness, let me clean up."

Luke fell silent, and he also squatted down to pick up the broken porcelain pieces.

He was a little absent-minded, his fingertips hurt slightly, and a small wound was cut.

The blood dripped out, and before it could roll off, Lance picked it up and gently sucked it in his mouth.

Luke's fingertips trembled, but he didn't dodge or stop it.

He watched Lance treat his fingers like treasures, remembering how Lance loved to kiss his lips, eyes, toes, and even…

Lance kissed his knuckles.

Such love and compassion gave Luke the courage to speak up to confirm.

Luke heard his calm voice in the bedroom.

"What you did last night was to tease me, humiliate me, or from the bottom of your heart..."

Lance raised his eyes and parted his thin lips slightly.

Luke preemptively said: "Don't use the reason of 'teaching' to prevaricate me, I know it is not. Tell me your real reason, I will only ask this time."

His tone was cold and tough, but Lance found the soft petals hidden by the rose through the proud and hard thorns.

It took all his courage for His Highness to ask, and cautiously took a step forward, caring about his response.

So Lance responded seriously.

"I've said it countless times, but His Highness never believed it."

Luke's tense face slowly went blank.

"I once said to His Highness, 'I like you very much'."

"I have sworn to die for the one I love." In the knight's manifesto.

"I have said many times, 'As long as His Highness likes, I will do whatever it is'."

"I also said... 'I love you'."

Lance watched him intently.

"I once asked His Highness what is 'like' and how to treat a 'loved person'... I think, now I have learned."

"I am a person who is good at lying, but I have never said anything about 'I like Your Highness' as a lie."

"I've been waiting for you to discover their truth."

Lance leaned forward, and they kissed a kiss that had nothing to do with lust or appetite, separated by a piece of broken porcelain.

In order to alleviate the succubi, they often kiss, but for the first time Luke pays attention to Lance's lips.

For the first time, he realized how novel and comfortable it feels to kiss someone who loves him, and every tiny movement seemed to hook his heartstrings.

For the first time, he realized how the person who loved him used to do everything possible to please him, and he also wanted to learn to please the other party.

It has nothing to do with lust and appetite... This matter itself is so gentle.

"My 130th time," Lance said softly, "for Your Highness, it's still just the first time, isn't it?"

Luke pursed his lips silently, his heart beating wildly.

When he withdrew his hand, the scratches on his fingertips had healed.

"Thank you, Lance." Luke's voice trembled, but his eyes were extremely firm. "I will give you the answer."

"I'll wait for you." Lance smiled slightly.

Luke stood up, put on his coat, put on his boots, and walked out of the bedroom steadily.

Once out of Lance's line of sight, he leaned against the corridor wall at the door, covering his eyes.

The corners of his lips were raised suddenly, then pressed down again for a while, and after going back and forth several times, he lightly touched his lips with his fingertips, showing a sweet smile that he didn't know.

How can someone love him so much?

Especially this person is Lance.

Luke was confused for a while, until a passing nun asked him suspiciously if there was something wrong with his eyes and mouth.

"...I'm practicing the rules of etiquette. By the way," he coughed lightly, "thanks to St. Martin's Abbey for taking in these days. Lance's body is recovering day by day, and it's time for us to go back."

"Yes, Your Royal Highness. I will tell Aunt Alisa now. When do you plan to leave?"

"Tomorrow morning." Luke said.

His reason told himself that it seemed a little silly to wander in the corridor all the time, so he went downstairs with the nun.

"I left this time, and I don't know how long it will be before I come back again." The nun said regretfully, "After Lance left, Sister Alisa kept thinking about him, and finally saw him again, and we will be separated so soon."

When mentioning the relationship between the two, Luke couldn't help saying: "...I haven't seen them together very often."

The nun thought about it, and said, "Maybe I'm too busy."

"Yes." Luke agreed.

He felt that Sister Alisa seemed to be avoiding Lance on purpose.

When they first met, the atmosphere was very harmonious-until Sister Alisa saw Luke's face and mistook him for "Mrs." Secrets of the past.

Although Luke was curious, his instinct told him not to delve into the past.

Otherwise, some nasty and horrible past will be uprooted.

While thinking this way, he saw Sister Alisa again at the end of the church.

The old nun was wrapped in black, blending with the shadows, and the black robe reminded Luke of bats and night.

The little nun informed Sister Alisa that the prince was about to leave, and then turned back and said to Luke, "Sister Alisa has something to say to Your Highness."

Luke walked over with heavy steps, and followed the old nun into the confession room.

He was handed an old pocket portrait in his hand.

In the dark confession room, it seemed that there were sins hidden in every corner. Luke asked without looking at the portrait:

"Last time you also brought me here and told me those secrets on purpose. What is your purpose?"

The nun's old and heavy voice came from the darkness: "Your Highness, please look at the portrait first. I will tell you everything... and then you can decide whether you can forgive me."

Luke walked to a place where the window was slightly bright, and looked at the portrait that Sister Elisa had inserted into him by the light source.

"My portrait? . . . no."

In the painting is a very beautiful woman with a face exactly like Luke's.

This portrait may have been treasured for decades, and the edges are yellowed, so it cannot be painted according to Luke's face.

This portrait, this face, was born before Luke.

He just felt creepy.

It's just too subtle.

Even mother and child, even twin brothers and sisters, can only be very similar in appearance, and it is absolutely impossible to replicate every detail exactly the same.

Weirdly the same.

"...Who is this?" Luke asked.

"This is His Highness's mother." Sister Alisa said.

Luke once guessed that his mother was a succubus, and guessed that his mother had sung nursery rhymes to him, but he didn't expect to meet her portrait in this way, and he had mixed feelings for a while.

"You know my mother too?" he asked suspiciously.

How could Lance's mother's maid also know his mother?

Sister Alisa didn't answer.

Luke lowered his head and observed the portrait carefully.

There is still a slight difference between him and the woman in the portrait.The woman had silver-white hair and eyes as blue as the sky.

The royal family has always been blond.

Luke remembered the special purple eyes of his own and asked, "Is there any purple-eyed blood in my mother's family?"

"No." Sister Alisa said, "When Madam conceived His Highness, she suffered from a strange disease, and the iris turned purple. It took a year for the iris to return to blue."

What an unheard of disease.

In Luke's impression, the mother who sang strange nursery rhymes to him had purple eyes... and what made him even more unbelievable was that when he recalled the nobles with the same eye color as his own, he could only think of Osiris.

"Where can I see her?" Luke's wrist trembled, "Alive? Or where is the tombstone?"

After a long silence, Sister Alisa seemed to muster up her courage and said, "The lady's name is written on the back of the portrait."

Luke held his breath and turned to the back of the portrait.

—Elizabeth Winston.

"Elizabeth, Winston, old duke..." Luke's expression was blank.

He could read every syllable, but he couldn't connect it together, and couldn't understand the meaning.

yeah why?

Why is his mother's name the same as Lance's mother's name?

how could be?

Luke took a few steps back and leaned against the wall, staring at the ancient handwriting, his mind was in chaos.

Before he accepted this fact, he heard another shocking truth from Sister Alisa.

"—Your Highness, you are the son of the Duchess and His Majesty the King."

The author has something to say: Luke: Pupil Earthquake.

"130 four times" refers to the number of times Lance kissed seriously for love (of course, the private aftertaste is far more than that).

For Luke, it was the first kiss for love, so it counted as the first time.

感谢在2021-07-18?17:29:26~2021-07-19?17:58:46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 mines: cute cheese, Axu’s little yellow barrel? 1 piece;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: Honey Kunyi? 10 bottles; Bububu? 5 bottles; Hold my little bottle tightly? 1 bottle;

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