Forced To Become The Devil’S Succubus Lover Chapter 12

Chapter 12: What Belongs to Him Should Not Be Tainted…

Early the next morning, Su Sheng groggily turned over and found that Loren was already gone.

He wiped his face, his gaze fixed on a spot in the void, unconsciously recalling the bizarre dream from the previous night.

In the dream, Loren and the Demon King stood together, casting pitying looks at him, while he seemed to have his hands bound, unable to move at all…

Su Sheng still remembered the feeling in the dream: helplessness, anger, panic…

Neither Loren nor the Demon King spoke. They both wore identical smiles and walked toward him, but a moment later, the two figures seemed to overlap.

After that…

Realizing he had unconsciously replayed the dream, Su Sheng gripped the bedsheet, his face slightly pale. What exactly was he imagining?

After washing up, he opened the door and ran straight into Loren, who was about to enter.

The corner of Loren’s mouth curved up, subtly hinting at amusement. Su Sheng felt a moment of distraction, and the foot he had stepped out instinctively retracted. Yet, he asked, “Your injury isn’t healed, why are you wandering around?”

Loren suddenly took a step forward, making the already short distance even closer. Su Sheng was startled and wanted to retreat, but something was shoved into his arms.

It was fluffy and soft.

At the same time, Loren asked with a smile, “What are you hiding from?”

“Hiding from what?” Su Sheng secretly averted his gaze, unwilling to admit that seeing Loren made him recall some unspeakable things.

“Then why are your ears red?” Loren asked, puzzled.

Su Sheng maintained a cold expression and said calmly, “You saw wrong.”

However, his hand couldn’t help but quietly clench.

It was then he remembered what Loren had just stuffed into his arms.

The object felt soft and cottony in his hand, but when squeezed, it was firm.

He lowered his head. In his palm was a fist-sized, fluffy white kitten, crafted to be lifelike, with a haughty expression, yet posed in a rolling, affectionate posture.

A voice laced with laughter sounded beside him: “Look, I saw this at an outdoor stall and thought it looked especially like you, so I bought it.”

“Like me?” Su Sheng showed a look of disdain and was about to hand the kitten back to Loren.

What kind of joke was this, comparing him to a cat?

Loren took it, deliberately shaking the kitten in front of Su Sheng, and smiled, “Hmm, it doesn’t look like you? Why is its expression exactly the same as yours?”

As the affectionate kitten swung back and forth before his eyes, a sudden wave of annoyance washed over Su Sheng. He snatched the kitten back, placed it on the bedside, turned his head, and said clearly, “Since you want to look, then look your fill.”

Loren limped inside, his brows slightly furrowed as if in self-reproach, though his eyes held a malice Su Sheng didn’t see:

“Why are you still angry?”

Su Sheng pursed his lips and shifted his gaze. After a moment, he looked back and asked in a cold, distant tone, “How is your leg?”

Loren suppressed a laugh and shrugged, “It’s fine.”

“Control your legs, shut your mouth, and stop doing irrelevant things. Focus on healing,” Su Sheng warned coldly.

Three days later, Loren’s leg was completely healed. The two prepared to leave the Holy City and head southwest.

When they left, Su Sheng changed his attire and applied a layer of illusion magic to his face, making it difficult for people to discern his true appearance.

Even so, some clueless hooligans still tried to approach him for a closer look.

On the main street, a lavishly decorated unicorn carriage was parked on the side. A large area around the carriage had been cleared, and a group of people were blocking the space. Su Sheng and Loren stood in the center of the clearing.

The surrounding people were whispering.

“Ah, these two are truly pitiful, to be noticed by Duke Kili’s debauched young son.”

“Indeed, they’re terribly unlucky. Duke Kili’s manor is like heaven in the Holy City; offending him won’t end well.”

“I don’t think those two are ordinary people. One looks like a Mage and the other a Knight, tsk tsk tsk.”

“What good does that do? In the Holy City, even the Saint Son has to yield to the Duke’s manor.”

All the idle chatter around them reached Su Sheng’s ears, and his expression was not pleasant.

Loren stood aside, casually playing with the kitten in his hand, not sparing a glance for their surroundings.

Directly in front of Su Sheng, a group of Mages wearing uniform black robes bearing the family crest respectfully cleared a path, and then a young man stepped down from the carriage.

The youth was dressed extremely extravagantly. If the Demon King still had some taste in pairing gold and silver, this person could only be described as terrible.

His taste was even worse than the Demon King’s.

He wore a gold-trimmed robe that seemed ill-fitting. The robe trailed on the ground and was adorned with various ornaments and covered in complex patterns. These patterns were not ordinary designs but layers of stacked protective magic arrays.

Such a robe was extremely rare on the market, priceless and hard to find, but after staring at it for a moment, Su Sheng recognized the garment.

It was simply because the familiar drawing technique and the ancient style told him that this robe was merely an old garment he had casually used to draw magic arrays on when he was a child playing around.

“What are you laughing at?” The youth became annoyed, tugging at his clothes. “Do you know how powerful this defensive robe I’m wearing is? It has magic arrays personally drawn by the Saint Son, capable of blocking ten Demon Kings!”

As he said this, he shook his clothes, his face smug, wishing the whole world knew this robe was made by the Saint Son. Beside him, Loren suddenly stopped moving, looked up, narrowed his eyes, and fixed his gaze on the robe.

Su Sheng asked, “So, what do you want?”

Thales said, “Naturally, I want you to accompany me to a ball.”

Su Sheng was about to refuse, but Loren spoke first, seizing the opportunity to pull him and walk toward the crowd.

“Excuse us.”

Thales, who had never been so ignored, flushed crimson. While muttering “ungrateful” under his breath, he ordered the Mages beside him to stop the two.

The Mages moved, and the onlookers sighed regretfully.

“Alas, those people recruited by the Kili family are all high-level Mages. It will be difficult for those two to leave.”

“It looks like another person is about to meet misfortune.”

“Wait! What’s happening?”

The surrounding spectators stared dumbfounded, unable to believe what was unfolding before their eyes.

“Bang—”

“Thud—”

“Crash—”

Accompanied by three perfectly synchronized sounds, the dozen or so so-called high-level Mages lay sprawled on the ground or embedded in the wall, unconscious.

Incidentally, Thales’s supposedly powerful magic robe was also shredded into a pile of rags.

Loren sheathed his sword, brushed the dust that had splattered onto his clothes, and pushed through the crowd.

Su Sheng lowered his eyes, adjusted his collar, and stepped slowly over the bodies of these people, following Loren out.

“They…”

“They seem stronger than high-level Mages.”

It was then that Thales snapped out of his daze. He glanced at the fallen Mages on both sides and followed them, trembling.

“Hey, wait up, please, I have something to ask of you two.”

Thales caught up from behind and blocked Loren’s path, though his gaze was fixed on Su Sheng.

Su Sheng lifted his eyelids and asked faintly, “What else is there?”

Thales hesitated for a moment and quietly mouthed a sentence. Su Sheng understood, so he raised his hand and cast a silencing spell around them.

“Speak,” Su Sheng looked calmly at the youth.

Thales knelt down, adopting a pleading expression, and said, “I beg you, Master Mage, please help me. It concerns my family. Thirteen years ago, my father picked up a very beautiful woman from somewhere. That woman used tricks to charm my father, making him completely obedient to her. This wouldn’t be a problem, but ever since then, male servants in our house have been mysteriously disappearing. Over time, word spread, and no one is willing to work in our house anymore. Now, besides my father and me, there are hardly any men left… I, I suspect she is a Succubus, but I have no proof.”

“This is your family matter, why should we help you?” Loren’s expression beside him was unpleasant, and his tone was harsh. He flicked his sleeve, inadvertently revealing a trace of coldness and contempt.

Thales turned to Su Sheng, his voice urgent: “Please. Right, right, I know Lord Toliver. I know you are heading to Silver Moon Bay. The fastest route here takes at least a month, and teleportation arrays cannot be used continuously, nor are they available in every city. But I know a shortcut that can get you there quickly and save you a lot of time.”

Su Sheng was swayed. After a moment, he nodded and said, “Alright.”

Thales showed a look of tearful gratitude. He bowed low: “Then please remove the magic now and come with me to the Duke’s manor.”

They rode the carriage to the Duke’s manor. During his conversation with Thales, Su Sheng learned that the young man acted so debauched and dissolute precisely to avoid being targeted by the Duchess. If he hadn’t appeared to be in poor health, the Duchess would probably have already made a move against him.

Su Sheng walked ahead, but he subtly noticed that Loren had remained silent the entire time.

He felt inexplicably guilty, so he quietly slowed his pace to walk alongside Loren, and asked casually, “What’s wrong?”

In truth, Loren himself wasn’t sure why. From the moment he realized that the young man ahead was wearing clothes Norton had once owned, he had been displeased.

After thinking about it, he decided it must be possessiveness at work.

After all, Norton belonged to him, and therefore, everything about him, from his body to his heart, including all his possessions, should also belong to him.

What belonged to him should not be tainted by the scent of others.