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

Someone is eavesdropping in the secret passage.

The time for Lance's eyes to change from "perplexed" to "suddenly enlightened" was longer than Luke expected.

Fortunately, there was no look in those eyes that hurt Luke's self-esteem, but pure surprise.

The burden in Luke's heart eased a little.

Also, this person is Lance after all.

"You know, why don't you come help me?" He lowered his voice and glared fiercely.

Because of embarrassment and embarrassment, Luke's forehead overflowed with thin sweat.While being fierce to others, he sneered at himself in his heart, congratulating himself for learning a new skill.

That's right, skills, serious business, don't think too much.

Luke's back was straight as if he was singing hymns in church, but his mouth was completely different.

Lance blinked blankly, took over the physical work in his hands, and began to shake the wooden bed with dignity.

The creaking sound suddenly became much louder, urgent and fast.

"Slow down, is that the speed that humans can have?"

"...Sorry, Your Highness."

As expected of the protagonist, Lance's physical strength can be used as a perpetual motion machine, and Luke didn't bother to understand him, so he simply sat on the bed.

After the last footsteps on the partition left with the information they wanted, Luke almost fell asleep being rocked by the cradle.

He yawned, raised his hand to order Lance to stop, put the book back in its place, and fell headfirst on the big bed.

There was a rustling sound, Luke raised one eyelid and saw Lance covering him with a quilt.

...the sense of service is barely passable.

Luke thought of something in a daze, grabbed his collar and pulled it down.Lance bent down obediently, allowing the little prince to pull his clothes up to his shoulders and crumpled them again.

What else do you need, hickeys, scratches?Luke frowned and thought for a moment.

Forget it, trouble.And it's too much.

He glanced at the sheets, and was about to make it more realistic, when he heard Lance say, "Leave the rest to me."

Luke glanced at him, hesitated for a second between trust and mistrust, couldn't help the sleepiness, and fell asleep.

When he fell asleep, someone whispered in his ear.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Lance raised his hand as if wanting to touch something, then slowly put it down.He stared at Luke's sleeping face, and left after a long time.

Early the next morning, when Lance walked out of the bedroom with his chest open and a messy shirt with a few buttons ripped off, the maids stared straight at him.

The first lover to be allowed into the bedroom.

And those voices I heard last night...the violent movement, the boy's meowing like a cat scratching someone...

can't you?Absolutely impossible, right?

The arrogant and domineering prince, is he willing to be subordinate to others?

It is said that the lower position will more or less affect walking, and the silver-haired lover walks steadily as usual, so is it really His Highness...?

The maids shuttled quickly through the dining room with the dinner plates, sullen in front of the master, and immediately pinched their noses to stop the nosebleeds as soon as they arrived at the back kitchen.

But there were too many people around the little prince, until he got on his horse, the maids didn't find out the specific news.

In any case, the entire palace was convinced that the little prince was having a fling with his new lover.

"Come up." Luke looked down at his servant from a height on his horse. He put on black leather gloves and stretched out to Lance meanly.

Lance took his hand and rolled over to ride behind him.

Before he could sit still, Luke gripped the horse's belly and galloped out.

"...His Royal Highness! Wait! Cough cough." The steward choked on the smoke and dust raised by the horse's hooves, and hurriedly ordered the guards: "Hurry up and catch up!"

The guards put on their bridles and saddles one after another, and before they had time to mount their horses, the little prince had already disappeared at the end of the boulevard.

"It's already far away, Your Highness," Lance turned his head and said with some difficulty: "You don't have to do this..."

Luke's horse is called "Evil Spirit", and it has a black body and a unique cross white star on its forehead.It has an urgent and fierce temperament, and does not care about the feelings of the person riding on it. Regardless of the owner, it runs wildly with joy.

Lance, who lived in a monastery, had no horse riding experience. Now that he encountered such a strong horse and sat behind Luke with nowhere to support him, he was almost thrown off many times.

"Huh? My dear knight, shouldn't this kind of thing be easy for you?" Luke teased him, while riding his horse over an arched tree root.

He did it on purpose.

Lance sighed indulgently.

"So impolite, Your Highness." He reached out and took the reins.The two people's hands were touching, and in this position, their bodies fit closer together, and Lance almost held Luke in his arms.

In order to avoid being disrespectful and presumptuous, he tried his best to keep a distance from the little prince, but the terrain in the forest was rugged, and they always bumped into each other uncontrollably.

The golden curly hair brushed Lance's cheeks, a little itchy, with the fragrance of roses after bathing.

Those rose petals were planted by him himself...so the smell on His Highness' body is also due to him.

Before Lance realized that there was something wrong with his thoughts, Lugal stopped in a glade.

A rapier was thrown at him, and Lance held it in the air, looking at its owner.

"It's the only thing that won't attract attention." Luke pulled out the second slender sword from his side, "I hope this kind of sword is within the scope of your learning."

Thin swords are generally used by thin women. People call them "fairy swords" because of their dexterity and delicacy. In the evening tutoring courses at the monastery, when Lance's knight teacher mentioned this sword, he would always be ambiguous. and disdainful tone.

Presumably, His Highness, as a male, was reluctant to use a rapier.

"The excellence of a knight does not lie in the sword he uses, Your Highness." Lance said softly, "Even if it is a branch, a master swordsman can use it to guard the glory of God."

Luke glanced at him with an unhappy expression, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

"Your mouth is becoming more and more pleasing." He raised his sword and attacked, "Then what about the sword in your hand—"

Lance blocked the blow, the blade struck, and the distance between the two of them shortened rapidly.

"Use your true skills, Lance." Luke whispered very close to him, "This is an order."

"Yes, Your Highness."

The sound of tinkling metal collisions resounded in the forest, and the blade of the sword reflected a glimmer of light, and there was another collision in an instant.

Lance's swordsmanship was precise and fast, and Luke hardly had time to breathe.After the thin sword was knocked into the air again, he bent down to pick up the sword and fight again, but a hand took the sword away before him.

"It's time for you to rest, Your Highness." Lance put away the two swords, glanced at Luke's trembling forearm and fingers, and hesitated whether to rub them for him.

But in the end he just took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from the boy's forehead.

"Since this is your request, let's call it a day." Luke said with his head raised.

He suddenly realized that he needed to look up instead of leaning over, and he couldn't help being dissatisfied with Lance's height.

"What year were you born in?"

"Same age as you, Your Highness."

This answer made Luke even more unhappy.He got on the horse and felt that the standing Lance was more pleasing to the eye.

"Lead the horse, let's go to the lake." He said, "Wet the clothes, so that those people won't be suspicious."

Lance did as he was told.

After a while, the ignorant Son couldn't hold back and asked: "Maybe I shouldn't ask...but why do you want to get wet?"

"Why else?" Luke unscrewed the hip flask, "to make the 'friendly and fierce field battle' more realistic."

When he saw Lance, who still had confusion in his eyes, he couldn't help feeling depressed.

That's why he didn't force Lance to "read aloud" last night-this ascetic believer might recite obscene books into holy songs, and he can't deceive people at all.

This also led to rumors in the mansion that Luke was the one who succumbed to others...

Luke slandered a few words angrily, then raised his head and took a few sips of dull wine.

The rosy wine overflowed from the corners of his lips, crawled across the curve of his neck, and stained the white shirt red.

Lance's eyes followed the liquor and disappeared under the shirt, only to feel that the rose red color was particularly vivid.

It seems that as long as he stays by Luke's side, all the colors that used to be empty and empty to him will come alive one by one.

It's just like the miracle described in the book - the gray world is colorful because of him.

"I dare to ask His Highness for a reward." Lance said the words that he had considered for a long time.

This was the first time he made a request on his own initiative, and Luke was a little surprised.

"What?" he asked.

Lance raised his eyes, and there was a touch of warmth in his indifferent green eyes.

"I want to learn to 'like' from Your Highness."