Forced To Become The Devil’S Succubus Lover Chapter 26
bySu Sheng glanced casually behind him, meeting Loren’s gaze, and chuckled, “Are you done?”
“Too fast, I didn’t catch it,” Loren said earnestly.
But Su Sheng wasn’t falling for it this time. He put away the book, looked out the window, and seeing that it was already dark, he said, “I’m tired.”
“Alright,” Loren reluctantly straightened up.
The next morning, Bia came to find him. Bia taught at the island’s magic school and invited Su Sheng to audit the classes.
Su Sheng readily agreed.
By the time Su Sheng found a seat, the class was about to start.
He sat alone in the back row. When the bell rang, a chubby little boy wearing a magic hat appeared at the classroom door, looking around. His eyes lit up when he saw the empty seat in the back.
He walked over and asked, “Is anyone sitting here?”
Su Sheng shook his head, so the little boy sat down there.
Bia appeared in the classroom on time and began teaching.
Most of the students in the class were human teenagers, with a few dragon whelps who had taken human form to attend.
The chubby boy next to him was human, and he kept chattering nonstop. Even though Su Sheng didn’t pay him much attention, he could keep talking to himself for a long, long time.
By the time class ended, the little boy’s voice was looping in Su Sheng’s mind in 360-degree surround sound.
The most memorable part was the story of his father, who was rich, powerful, and married to seven wives.
Su Sheng also remembered the look of dejection on the little boy’s face when he mentioned that he had six biological brothers and was the least favored among them.
The next class was swordsmanship. Su Sheng arrived early at the school’s open field, drew the sword that had been placed on the grass, and casually swung it twice.
Suddenly, a dull ache started in his head, and a scene flashed before his eyes—it was also a grassy field, but the one in the memory was larger than this one. He was holding a sword, swinging and slashing, repeating the same motion over and over.
Su Sheng wanted to recall more, but his mind seemed to be working against him. The headache intensified. He covered his head and crouched down, hearing the little boy’s anxious voice:
“Are you alright? Do you need me to help you to the infirmary to rest?”
He slowly shook his head. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine after a moment.”
He knew clearly that he must have studied swordsmanship before.
The class bell rang, and a familiar figure suddenly appeared at the edge of the field. Because of the backlighting, Su Sheng didn’t recognize him immediately, but when the person walked closer, he was surprised—it was Loren.
Was he a knight? Su Sheng thought in a daze.
Loren didn’t start teaching as Su Sheng expected. Instead, he immediately instructed everyone to pair up and spar. When he reached Su Sheng, Loren paused, and Su Sheng saw a fleeting smile cross his face.
“As for Norton, you will spar with me.”
A series of small gasps erupted across the field.
“Lord Loren is going to personally teach someone? That’s so rare.”
“Oh my god, I’m so jealous. If I could spar with Lord Loren, I’d willingly jump into the sea.”
“Give it a rest, you lovesick fool! Be careful, he might beat you so badly your own mother won’t recognize you!”
“Hey! Who do you think will win this round?”
“Does that even need to be said? It’s definitely Lord Loren.”
Loren cleared his throat and said, “Alright, begin now. The winners will be exempt from the exam.”
A cheer erupted in the field, and everyone enthusiastically began their battles.
Su Sheng casually swung his sword, took a stance, and said, “Come on.”
Loren’s eyes held a smile as he drew a longsword. “I remember your swordsmanship was excellent. Why did you choose to become a Mage later?”
Taken aback by the sudden, inexplicable question, Su Sheng frowned and asked, “What did you say?”
Loren replied, “Nothing. Come on.”
Su Sheng swung his blade and attacked. He found that he didn’t need to think much; his body naturally reacted.
Su Sheng fought with complete focus. As the sparring continued, his handling of the sword became increasingly proficient.
He didn’t even notice when the surrounding matches had concluded. Gradually, a large crowd gathered around their duel, and the number of onlookers continued to grow.
“Oh my god, who is he? How can he fight Lord Loren for so long?”
“I heard he’s a new auditing student, supposedly personally invited by Teacher Bia.”
In the end, Su Sheng won by a narrow half-move, pressing his sword against Loren’s neck.
“You weren’t using your full strength,” Su Sheng frowned.
“If I did, that would be too unfair to you,” Loren smiled slightly. “You win.”
He then put away his sword and walked right up against the blade, completely disregarding whether the sharp edge might pierce his skin.
Su Sheng’s heart skipped a beat, and he quickly lowered the sword.
“Let’s go. I’ll treat you to a meal.” Loren noticed his action, his eyes flickered slightly, and a smile returned to his lips as he spoke.
For some reason, Su Sheng felt a slight discomfort, as if something unpleasant had happened between the two of them before.
Loren took him to a famous magic restaurant. The restaurant’s decor was simple yet grand, dominated by dark tones. Dim wall lamps hung on the walls, and the surroundings were lined with circular walls built from obsidian. A pot of roses was placed in front of each wall, dividing the hall into small, semi-private rooms. This made the not-so-large space feel more spacious and intimate, giving it a stylish atmosphere.
Loren skillfully led him through the small rooms until they reached the end. Although it was in a corner, it was closest to the window, right next to a transparent floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the deep blue sea below.
A bouquet of fresh red roses sat on the table. Loren sat down and signaled the waiter to take their order.
As Loren listed the dishes one by one, Su Sheng grew increasingly surprised. This person seemed to know his preferences very well.
Putting down the menu, Loren smiled. “This is the restaurant in the city whose flavors are closest to your hometown.”
Su Sheng nodded, realizing that the person in front of him had likely researched every restaurant in the city before bringing him here.
Soothing music played from the magical gramophone. Su Sheng looked at the azure sea below, and his thoughts drifted unconsciously to Loren.
It seemed that Loren’s eyes were even bluer than the sea. Thinking this, he looked over and concluded—it was true.
Loren noticed his gaze, looked back, and asked in confusion, “What is it, Norton?”
Su Sheng pursed his lips and coughed to cover his embarrassment. “Nothing. Let’s eat.”
Loren smiled. “Alright.”
The two ate in silence. After they finished, Loren, sensing Su Sheng’s fondness for the sea, suggested, “Do you want to go down and take a look?”
A moment later, the two stood on the golden beach.
The damp, salty sea breeze brushed against Su Sheng’s face. He crouched down, scooped up a handful of seawater, and, before Loren could react, turned and splashed it at him.
Water droplets streamed down Loren’s hair, turning his normally fluffy golden short hair into wet strands.
Loren wiped his face. At that moment, a drop of water trickled down his forehead, flowed over his high nose bridge, and dissolved on his full lips.
Su Sheng’s gaze followed that water droplet, landing on Loren’s lips.
He froze slightly, then lowered his head in embarrassment to avoid looking.