Forced To Become The Devil’S Succubus Lover Chapter 17
bySu Sheng stared expressionlessly at Loren, tapping his index finger on the table, indicating that he should tell the truth.
After a moment of stiffness, Loren’s expression returned to normal. He found a soft cushion, leaned back comfortably, and then flashed an innocent smile: “I ate a fruit, and then I was accidentally bitten by a silver wolf during the fight.”
Su Sheng’s tapping on the table grew faster, his gaze cold as a knife: “That is not the point.”
Loren looked a little wronged. He subtly glanced at his leg and sighed:
“You see, Norton, actions can be faked, but injuries can’t, right? I really ran into something on the road, ate a fruit, and woke up here in a daze.”
After speaking, Loren hissed, “Ouch—”
Su Sheng impatiently asked, “What is it now?” while lowering his head to meticulously check Loren’s leg again.
What Su Sheng didn’t know was that in the places he couldn’t see, Loren’s eyes deepened. His fingertips twitched, as if he intended to do something, but the moment Su Sheng looked up, he restrained himself and laughed, “Nothing, I just suddenly felt a little pain.”
Su Sheng’s tone was extremely impatient: “Didn’t I already heal it? Why would it still hurt?” Yet, his hand gently pressed Loren’s leg.
“It’s fine, Norton, it’s fine now,” Loren said.
Su Sheng withdrew his hand, his expression heavy.
Seeing his silence, Loren rubbed his brow in distress. After a moment, he spread his hands helplessly: “Alright, if you really don’t believe me, I permit you to use Truth Magic on me.”
“Although this magic doesn’t belong to the Holy Temple, I believe you know how to use it, right?”
Su Sheng glanced at Loren in surprise. He hadn’t expected the other party to be willing to let him use Truth Magic. This magic was only used on criminals; using it on an ordinary person, especially a noble, was a deeply offensive act.
Loren was so quick to agree to verification that it made Su Sheng feel somewhat uncomfortable.
He uncomfortably rubbed his fingertips, but recalling what had happened before, he picked up the kettle, added some water to a cup, and handed it to Loren, saying flatly:
“Drink it. It won’t harm you.”
Loren traced the rim of the cup with his thumb but didn’t drink immediately. Seeing this, Su Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly, growing secretly vigilant, and asked, “Why aren’t you drinking?”
“Don’t rush,” Loren looked at him with a smile. “I’m just wondering if my Norton is avoiding Truth Magic and using this little trick instead because he cares about my reputation, or…”
He didn’t finish the rest of the sentence, but Su Sheng felt a strange sense of embarrassment.
He subtly averted his gaze, focusing on a spot in the void. After a while, he said, “Truth Magic is only suitable for those who have committed crimes. Don’t overthink it.”
Loren stared at him intently, chuckled softly, and slowly spun the cup in his hand.
After waiting a moment without seeing Loren move, Su Sheng couldn’t help but tense his face, rapping the table twice heavily, slightly annoyed: “Are you going to drink it or not?”
“I’ll drink it.” Loren readily drank the water mixed with the truth serum.
Su Sheng narrowed his eyes, crossed his legs, and clasped his hands on his lap. He asked Loren a very sharp question: “Was our meeting a coincidence?”
Loren propped up his arm with a smile: “We’ve met many times. Which one are you asking about?”
Su Sheng: “All of them, of course.”
Loren said: “Not all of them were.”
Su Sheng leaned forward, a sense of caution rising, and continued to ask: “Then, which time was not?”
Loren admitted quickly: “The last time.”
The last time, meaning this time. Su Sheng’s eyes darkened. A person who drinks truth serum can only be asked a maximum of three questions, and this was the final one.
“Why are you following me?”
After asking this question, Su Sheng stared unblinkingly at the person opposite him, his clasped hands tightening involuntarily, his back rigid.
Loren leaned lazily on the bed, smiling faintly, his voice drawn out infinitely: “Because—”
“I want to. I want to follow you.”
“My Norton defeated the Demon King for the City-State citizens, he is a hero, but he was misunderstood and suffered so many injuries. I felt I shouldn’t look away.”
As Loren looked at him now, his eyes were so sincere, his face so kind.
Su Sheng was stunned. He stared blankly at Loren, opening his mouth but failing to say anything.
He had thought of many possibilities, but not this answer.
Loren already knew his identity. He had assumed that if this person continued to follow him, he must have some ulterior motive.
“You really are…” Su Sheng murmured, yet his entire body unconsciously relaxed.
Silence swept through the room until Loren clasped his hands together, his azure eyes radiating the purest goodwill in the world. He looked at Su Sheng, no longer calling him Norton, but addressing him as—Saint Son.
Loren smiled and promised: “Saint Son, do not worry. I swear by the name of God that I will not do anything to harm you.”
Su Sheng silently lowered his eyes.
No one knew that at this moment, his heart felt as if it had been touched by something, like an old machine restarting, emitting a broken roar. He could feel the hand hidden beneath his sleeve trembling uncontrollably, but his expression remained cold and guarded.
The silence continued. After a moment, Su Sheng slowly stood up, feeling his movements were somewhat stiff, so he paused briefly before turning and stepping out of the room.
“Your injury is almost healed. Are you not planning to leave yet?”
The sentence drifted in from the doorway, the voice as flat as ever.
Loren did not miss Su Sheng’s momentary rigid posture and the instant he stood up with his arms and legs moving in sync.
Loren narrowed his eyes, staring at Su Sheng’s retreating back, and slowly broke into a smile.
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After passing through a dozen or so teleportation arrays, the two arrived at Loren’s motherland—the Kingdom of Felicis.
Su Sheng stared thoughtfully at the main City-State of the Kingdom before him. The ground of the City-State was clean and shiny, and the smell of fresh paint had not completely dissipated from the city walls, indicating that this was a newly constructed City-State.
Loren hadn’t lied to him.
However…
The decoration style of this castle was almost on par with the Demon King’s: luxurious, extravagant, and dazzling.
The only difference was the materials used; this one was slightly more rudimentary.
Walking up to the city gate, Loren performed an elegant bow, smiling in greeting: “My dear, welcome to my Kingdom.” When he said “my Kingdom,” Loren emphasized the words heavily, and his eyes held a strangely profound look.
Su Sheng pursed his lips. Seeing this scene, he felt a strange sense of familiarity.
It seemed the Demon King had invited him in the exact same way back then?
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I apologize, my darlings. I decided to revise the text earlier, which caused this long delay.