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

Luke's shoulders trembled slightly, and he wanted to look back to see what it was, but Lance held his head down.

"Looks like there's something... what's that,? Lance?"

Lance didn't answer.

"Does Your Majesty still want to go back to the palace?"

Luke froze and gave a stiff smile: "What are you talking about? Of course I want to go back. You have always been the one who forbade me to leave."

His voice lacked confidence, and his heart was even more confused.

The throne should not belong to him.After returning to the palace, can he still wear the crown with peace of mind?

He no longer knows what he is.

Except that he is "Lance's beloved Luke", it seems that everything else has become illusory.

Luke wants to find his own meaning,? He doesn't know what he should do,? But he knows that he will never find it when he is locked in this tower.

"I want to get out of here." His tone was much firmer this time.

He lost the pride of being a prince, but he still has the pride of being "himself".

The world was spinning in front of his eyes, and in an instant there was a black cloth covering his eyes, Luke couldn't resist at all given his current physical condition.

The lips were blocked, and there was a soft touch from other parts of the body, like those invisible snakes growing out of Lance's heart.

The snake showed its fangs, pierced his skin and injected venom.

"What the hell is that? Lance, don't,? Don't... um."

Lance looked down at the young man who was gradually losing his struggle.

His love is poison, making His Majesty addicted, paralyzed, and addicted.

But how long can such a sick relationship last?

Lance hugged Luke and had a nightmare.

It was still Yaoguang Pagoda, still hugging his Majesty, but outside the window was heavy snow,? The body of the boy in his arms gradually became cold.

Luke's complexion was pale, his red lips seemed to be covered with hoarfrost, and the life force was rapidly draining from his body.

And his legs... most of them have disappeared.

The black magic was constantly devouring Luke's body, spreading upwards from the toes to the knees. His empty lower limbs seemed to be bitten off by an invisible monster in the air.

Lance held his hand against his cheek, cold tears running down his arm.

"In the next life, we will never meet again." Luke said softly.

Heartless words came out of his mouth, but Luke's expression was so sad and sad, full of love and apology for Lance.

"...OK," Lance said.

His soul seemed to be chopped into fine powder by a guillotine knife, and then fell into the ocean, and was slapped on the reef day after day by the waves.

This is a dream.Lance thought bitterly.He must wake up.

Dreams are connected with human desires, something he learned from human beings.

The God of Light cannot control dreams that are unfamiliar to him, and the current controller of the dreams is the God of Darkness.

Lance continued to sink.

He followed Luke's soul into a world that was strange to him.

The carts here can move forward without horses, and the floors are built higher and more magnificent than any palace in the Holy Kingdom.

The people wore strange attire, and so did His Majesty.

Luke is in a wheelchair.

Lance's vision is always back, back, and back.

He obeyed His Majesty's last orders to him.

He just watched Luke grow up from behind, but never let Luke see him.

Fortunately, there are realistic portraits such as "photographs" in this world, and the portraits can be moved and turned into continuous pictures.

There are pictures of Luke hanging all over the dark room.

The darkroom is full of stacks of film recording Luke's words and deeds.

There are also paintings that Luke bought at high prices from others and auctioned by Luke.

Luke's paintings are no longer clear, and are no longer as delicate and soft as before; his paintings have become gloomy and depressing, with messy lines piled up in the cage, as if trying to break through the miasma and find light.

His side face was cold and indifferent, his temperament became suspicious and irritable, and he no longer had a real smile.He had no relatives and friends, and even his attendant and family doctor stayed by his side for less than a month before being sent away by him.

Just by doing a simple movement, he will also fall out of the wheelchair and smash the vase at home.

In the empty mansion, Luke lost control of his emotions. He grabbed the broken porcelain, raised his wrist, and stabbed it on his unconscious leg again and again.

"Why me! Why, don't I die!"

Through the cold surveillance camera, Lance called the family doctor and an ambulance.

That was the only time he interfered in Luke's life.

He didn't understand why he didn't meet His Majesty again as promised, but His Majesty fell into a heavier depression and never felt happy again.

The memory of the past two lifetimes was intermittent, only the most impressive part flashed in his dream, and most of the rest were left out.

There are some doubts in it, even Lance can't get a glimpse of the truth.

He only knew that Luke in the first life died in the tower, died in his arms, and said to him, "We don't want to meet again."

...It was his own selfish desire that killed Luke, even after reincarnated, he forgot his past, and never smiled again.

And this time again, he did almost the same thing, almost breaking Luke's wings in the birdcage.

Messy blood feathers on the cage.

A bird with its head stuck between the fences, yearning for freedom even in death.

With a loud bang in his ear, Lance woke up suddenly and found that his arms were empty.

Luke stepped on the blanket with bare feet helplessly, and the fragments of the porcelain vase fell on the ground, which was shocking.

Lance rushed over and carried him away from the broken porcelain.

"Are you awake?" Luke was startled by his overreaction, "I just accidentally broke the water glass, you don't have to..."

Lance put him next to the bed and watched his face quietly with good eyes.

Luke felt that those eyes were terrifying...and pitiful.

"There are bloodshot eyes in your eyes." He touched Lance's face, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Lance shook his head slowly.

That was not a nightmare, it was the real past like a nightmare.

Osiris can affect his dreams, but he can still tell the real from the fake.

He knelt down, leaned against Luke's knee, and held his hand tightly.

The black snake born from his heart boiled violently, almost submerging his whole body.Like a drowning person who gave up on himself, sinking, sinking, losing all desire to survive.

Covered by those shadows, Luke could hardly see Lance's face clearly.

"What are these, a curse? How could you be cursed..." Luke stretched out his hand to push away those shadows, "Get out!"

There was a bright purple in his eyes, the words turned into substance, the purple curse strangled the black snakes and crushed them one by one.

Compared with the cunning and bravery when they dealt with Lance, these black snakes were obviously a little sluggish when they faced Luke.

The black snake retreated, and Lance got a chance to breathe.

Luke was stunned.

This is the second time he has seen this kind of purple spell. Last time when he was fighting against the curse of the Oneiroi, his language was also turned into a shackle.

If you think about it carefully, there were a few times when his language inexplicably prevented some things from happening, but at that time he couldn't see the magic power and didn't pay much attention.

Is this... black magic belonging to the succubus?

He looked at the pile of shattered fragments and said tentatively, "Restore."

The shattered china cups were assembled and brand new, even filled with lemonade.

At the same time, Luke felt that part of the magic power in his body was consumed.

"Is this 'word spirit'? Lance, I..."

His excited words were blocked by Lance.

"Don't say it." Lance pointed his finger between his lips, "All black magic has a price, and I don't want His Majesty to abuse his ability and pay an unbearable price."

In the previous life, His Majesty has been obsessed with using words to resurrect Aphra who died in a foreign land, and finally went astray.

"...You knew about it a long time ago, but you kept it from me." Luke's eyes condensed.

"Yes, I'm afraid." Lance said, "I was afraid that His Majesty would retaliate against me, so I didn't tell the truth."

Rather than risking Pandora's box being opened, it's better to hide the box from the very beginning.

Luke lowered his head and stared at him, suddenly he couldn't get angry.

Lance knelt before his knees, with white clothes and silver hair, and cold white skin, as if born from pure white, only his lips and eyes had color.

The lips were bitten pink, with sharp tooth marks; the eye sockets were red, and there seemed to be a monster hidden in the green pupils, but the monster put on a muzzle and shackles for itself, and was trapped in the deepest part of the world. .

Not stained with the world, but stained with the color of Luke.

Crazy for Luke's sake, and deeply endured the madness.

"Your Majesty will promise me that you will never try to use the 'word spirit' to resurrect dead humans. That is a power that even the God of Light cannot dominate."

Lance held Luke's hand and remained silent for a long time, with a bitter smile slightly curled up at the corner of his mouth.

"In exchange... I will send His Majesty back to the palace."

He gave up captivity easily.

It was so unnaturally easy.

"Okay," Luke said, looking him in the eye, "I promise."

Hearing the news that he could leave the cage, Luke was not as impatient as he imagined.

He felt that there was a faint message of danger coming from Lance, but he didn't know where the danger came from.

While expelling the curse from his heart for Lance, he thought quietly.

When he first learned that he had the ability of "speaking spirit", the first thing he thought of was that in the memory of his previous life, Lance blocked his tongue.

Depriving him of the ability to speak may be to prevent him from resisting.

But Luke thought about it again, the devil cannot affect the blood of the royal family, not to mention that Lance is still the "treasure" of the God of Light, and will not be controlled by the "speech spirit" of the succubus.

So, what is Lance's real purpose of banning his language?

In addition - if things in the previous life and this life are going to be similar, Lance treats him so tenderly, even if he is resentful and unwilling, why is he desperate?

He's not that vulnerable.

There must be something else going on...

Lance held Luke in his arms, and walked down the thousands of steps of the Yaoguang Tower.

Dark, long, without candlelight, with no end in sight.

Lance lightly talked about what happened before he met Luke, and about the change in his impression of Luke.

He also told how he concealed that Luke got the Yaoguang Tower and the library, how he pretended to be an "angel", and how he used holy power to create another "Lance" to go to the northwest to fight in his place.

Good and bad.Bright and dark.Whether it will make Luke laugh or make Luke angry.Lance was honest with him all clearly, and there were no more grievances or regrets.

—like making a final confession to God.

Luke put his arms around his neck, feeling uneasy.

"Are you...are you going to fight in the northwest?"

"This is His Majesty's order, and I dare not disobey."

"……Um."

The words of retention were blocked in his mouth.

"I won't banish you any more," Luke said finally.

What he really wanted to say was "stay with me".

The Yaoguang Pagoda is too high, and they felt like walking a lifetime in it.

The light golden light flowed from Lance's hand into the back of Luke's head, and Luke gradually felt sleepy.

A drop of cold liquid hit his cheek, he tried to open his eyes forcefully, but his consciousness was pulled into the darkness.

Later, Luke slept on the bed in the palace.

Lance stood by his bed, speaking softly like a nursery rhyme.

"If I'm here for a day, I want to see him all day, and I want to have all his sights."

"I can't help but restrict his freedom again, repeat the same mistakes, start over again and again, and go to destruction again and again."

"For him, I cannot exist."

Lance stroked the curse on his heart, and the black snake wrapped his fingers habitually.

Unknowingly, the curse has already become a part of his soul, and they seem to be born as one, to stimulate, restrain, and counterattack each other.

The curse was never just his own desire.

"Osiris." He called out the name of the dark god, "Let me disappear, this is also your wish, right?"

"Erasure my existence, I will not resist."

The author has something to say: Osiris: He is trying to make me and Erzai break up! ! !The bastard!Don't fall for his tricks!

There is a reversal in the plot, first give a booster (involves slight spoilers)

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Luke in the first life was not killed by Lance, but now Lance thinks he was killed.

At most two or three chapters will be over, abuse attack, those who are afraid of abuse can take care of it and wait for the main text to finish.

(This is the literal crematorium QAQ you want)

The author doesn't trust his finishing ability very much, he doesn't know if he can grasp the ending well, he is super afraid of being beaten and scolded QAQ (although scolding is also deserved for bad writing), everyone should be a little gentler.If it is not good, it may only be because of the author's dish, and it is definitely not that the author wants to hurt everyone on purpose.

There will be extra episodes, I want to write extra episodes of the modern chapter, and other people can comment, and I will write as appropriate.

In fact, Luke and Lance are very feudal, and Lance’s three views are so crooked that he can’t be seen, but he is not human, and I don’t force him to become more normal (…)

Luke also lacks the consciousness of equality, has a strong concept of respect and inferiority, and does not know how to love equally.

This creates a rather morbid and deformed relationship between them.

And modern times should be a better place to cultivate equal love (fatang).

In addition, Sui Sui Nian, tonight is even more densely blocking my steps... The watermelon air conditioner in summer is really scary, everyone take it easy.

The women's volleyball team is also doomed not to qualify, but I still want to watch it tonight, hey.

感谢在2021-07-30?17:26:37~2021-07-31?18:30:42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 cast the mine: Not enough nutrient solution? 1 piece;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：爷考完啦?18瓶；向神明问安?14瓶；泠、可可爱爱没有脑袋、向咏?10瓶；妄月?9瓶；无端?7瓶；35007895?6瓶；六尘、洛竽桎、柳墨瑾、Bodhi、零?5瓶；筠小柒、就爱碎觉觉?2瓶；洵澈、懒惰的快乐气体、一个被钉钉折磨的钉钉、Aki?1瓶；

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