Forced To Become The Devil’S Succubus Lover Chapter 28
byLoren, who had been kicked aside, chuckled softly twice and explained, “Don’t misunderstand, she is a healing apothecary who studies human anatomy. I just wanted to ask her to take a look at you.”
His thoughts exposed, a blush quickly flew across Su Sheng’s cheeks. His hands, adjusting his collar, were slightly unsteady, and he quietly averted his gaze.
Yet, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
So she was just an apothecary invited to help.
Su Sheng retracted his hand, a small, fountain-like surge of joy bubbling up from his chest. He steadied his breathing until he felt somewhat normal, then replied casually, pretending not to care:
“I know.”
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The next day, Loren took him to see the apothecary and successfully obtained the recovery potion.
The recovery potion was a light blue color, looking unremarkable and no different from other potions. Su Sheng shook the vial in his hand a few times, then drank it in one gulp.
Not long after drinking it, several fragments flashed through his mind.
The Abyss… the human Prince Loren… a hurricane… blood bursting from his chest…
Su Sheng rubbed his throbbing forehead and subtly raised his eyes to look at Loren, who hadn’t noticed him. A tingling sensation filled his heart.
He remembered some things, all fragments related to this person.
He remembered how he had sacrificed himself to save Loren and subsequently fallen into a coma. He remembered every time they looked at each other, every time Loren smiled.
He remembered his first encounter with Loren; in the darkness, Loren reached out his hand to him—a slightly rough hand that carried a reassuring strength, pulling him up.
His heartbeat grew louder, becoming deafening. Su Sheng raised a hand to gently cover his chest, steadying his mind, but his expression remained bewildered, as if he were only just recognizing himself now.
Had he unintentionally forgotten such precious memories?
What about Loren? Watching him suffer from amnesia must have been difficult for Loren too, especially since so many precious shared memories had been lost.
Perhaps… he should be more proactive?
With this thought, Su Sheng looked up at Loren. Loren looked like a patient waiting for a doctor’s diagnosis, anxious—wanting to look at him but not daring to. Only when Su Sheng fully raised his head did Loren dare to meet his eyes.
Before Loren could ask, Su Sheng said, “I remembered some things.”
Loren’s eyes lit up. He nodded, feigning composure, but secretly sighed in relief: “Since it’s effective, we will continue coming back.”
On the way back, the two walked side by side as usual. Perhaps because their shared memories were deepening, forcing their connection to become tighter. Although the distance between them was the same as always, that atmosphere of silent intimacy could not be shaken off.
The sky was somewhat dark, and the clouds overhead looked like layers of blades, seemingly ready to tear the sky apart. Such a bizarre sight had never appeared here before. Su Sheng looked up in confusion, and for some reason, a sense of anxiety began to rise in his heart.
When they reached the doorway, they saw the little chubby boy waiting there. Seeing them return, he wiped away snot and tears and said, “Lord Loren, Norton, Teacher Bia is failing.”
Su Sheng was stunned.
What was happening? Bia had been fine when he left the school today.
“What’s wrong?” Su Sheng’s full attention was on the chubby boy, and he failed to notice Loren’s unusual expression beside him.
“You must come and see him quickly. He suddenly collapsed,” the chubby boy urged.
The gloomy weather felt like a premonition of everything to come. On the way, Su Sheng casually mentioned, “The weather is a bit strange today. If I remember correctly, it should be noon now?”
Loren didn’t reply, but the chubby boy looked up at the sky with a puzzled expression: “It’s very sunny today, didn’t you feel it?”
He said it was sunny?
Su Sheng frowned, feeling that something was wrong, but he didn’t say anything more.
When they arrived at Bia’s residence, the chubby boy stood guard outside and said, “There are too many people inside, I won’t go in.”
After Su Sheng and Loren entered, they saw Bia’s bed surrounded by people—all his students.
Seeing them arrive, the students showed surprise. Loren said in a deep voice, “Please step out for a moment.”
The students quickly left. Now, only he, Loren, and Bia were in the room.
Bia’s face was rosy, his expression peaceful, and his hands were folded across his chest. He looked like a “princess” who had eaten a poisoned apple and fallen into a deep sleep.
Loren pulled out a bottle of viscous silver potion, preparing to feed it to Bia. Su Sheng helped prop up Bia’s body to make it easier for Loren to act.
Not long after the potion was administered, Bia woke up.
He was stunned when he woke up. After realizing what happened, he rubbed his head and apologized, “I’m sorry, it’s an old problem.”
Loren remained silent.
The atmosphere was a little strange. Su Sheng noticed it, but he also kept quiet.
Clearing his throat, Bia propped himself up, intending to get out of bed: “I’ll see you out.”
Loren said, “No need, you rest. We’ll go ourselves.”
Bia nodded.
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The weather hadn’t been good these past few days, carrying an ominous sense of an impending storm. Although it felt very wrong, Su Sheng couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was amiss.
If he mentioned it, others would just say, “It’s clearly a sunny day,” and assume he had a problem.
In recent days, Loren had been running to Bia’s place daily. Bia would fall into a coma without warning, sometimes during class or in the corridor, his body deteriorating day by day.
With Loren so busy, Su Sheng stopped bringing up his own affairs.
After class at noon, the chubby boy dragged him to Mrs. Vilga’s shop. While eating bread, he flipped through a book.
It was the book detailing how to use Light magic to break various sealing magic arrays, and he was very interested in it.
Suddenly, a hand reached across the table and pressed down on his book. Unable to turn the page, he looked up calmly and asked, “What is it?”
“I think you two should hurry up and get together.”
The chubby boy suddenly blurted out this sentence.
Su Sheng was startled. He pursed his lips, finally managing to say:
“I think it’s still too early.”
“It’s not early. Don’t you want to be with him sooner?”
“But…” He still hesitated. Although he couldn’t figure out exactly what he was hesitating about, he felt that nothing was settled, and his memories hadn’t fully recovered. It felt too rushed. Moreover, he always knew there was a very important matter he hadn’t completed, which made him feel uneasy.
“Oh, what’s the big deal? You like him, and he’s sincere toward you. It would be a shame to miss this opportunity.”
There was nothing wrong with that statement, and Su Sheng felt he was right.
“Then leave this matter to me.” The chubby boy glanced at his expression, understanding everything, and patted his chest in assurance.
Without waiting for a reply, he darted away.
The chubby boy was very familiar with Mrs. Vilga, so the proposal location was chosen to be her bakery. By the time Su Sheng arrived the next day, everything was ready.
Even though the weather still didn’t look great in his eyes, since the preparations had been made, it would be a pity not to use them.
The small shop front was piled high with flowers, a riot of color. A long floral path extended all the way to the street corner—a distance of several hundred steps from the shop.
Su Sheng was taken aback by the exaggerated style and looked over with some resistance: “Is it necessary to be this dramatic?”
“Romance! Do you even know what romance is?” the chubby boy said, exasperated.
Su Sheng: “…”
He nodded reluctantly.
The chubby boy continued, “Our customs here are the same as those generally used across the continent. Dragons on Dragon Island use all the wealth they’ve accumulated to court, and as for us, we use diamond rings infused with magic power. The more magic power injected, the more sincere you are.”
Su Sheng had heard of this.
“You have to collect the materials for the ring yourself,” the chubby boy said, pushing him forward. “But good materials are sold in the transaction market in the city center; they’re easy to find. The difficult part is the forging.”
Su Sheng was pushed forward. It seemed the chubby boy intended to take him to the transaction market, but he stopped after a few steps and said, “I can go by myself.”
The chubby boy stopped and said, “Alright.”
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Su Sheng hailed a carriage and headed straight for the transaction market. After collecting the materials on the list the chubby boy had given him, he went to an enchanting and forging shop.
“Boss, do you have any empty forging stations right now?” he asked, holding a bag of items.
A burly man walked out of the forging shop. He glanced at the bag and understood: “Forging an enchanted ring?”
“One hundred gold coins.”
Su Sheng said, “Thank you, but I’d like to do it myself.”
The man looked him up and down, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and asked while smoking, “Can you lift the hammer? It’s very heavy, you know.”
“I can.”
“Go ahead then. Thirty gold coins, and I’ll include the forging method.”
Thirty gold coins was quite expensive, but Su Sheng had earned a good amount of gold coins by selling magic potions as a precaution, so it was affordable for him.
Half a day later, a ring filled with golden magic was produced, sparkling beautifully.
The boss glanced over: “Oh, a Saint-grade artifact, no less. Have you had experience before?”
Su Sheng couldn’t recall his past, so he said, “I’m not sure.”
The boss thought he was being modest and laughed, scolding him lightly, “You rascal.”
A Saint-grade artifact was the highest quality among artifacts. Su Sheng wiped the sweat from his forehead, paid the fee, thanked the boss, and picked up the wrapped ring before heading toward the academy.
At this time, Loren should have been teaching.
The weather today was terrible, gloomy with no trace of sunlight, and even the wind was chilling.
Su Sheng put on a coat.
Upon reaching the academy, he was told that Loren had left long ago. Su Sheng thought of Bia; perhaps Loren had gone to help Bia again. He could wait a little longer.
Above Dragon Island, dark clouds began to gather, forming a vortex large enough to cover the entire island.
In Bia’s room, Loren watched the Black Dragon, Bell, standing by the bed, his expression grim.
“So your brother was sealed in a memory by you,” the Demon King slowly stated.
Bell heard this and gave a smile that didn’t belong to his age, asking with interest, “Lishiel, you clearly knew this was a trap, so why did you step into it?”
“Don’t you know that once you enter, you can’t leave?”
Lishiel scoffed as if he had heard a joke: “A mere Dark magic seal that relies on memories for reinforcement, plus a magic array to extract power—do you really think that’s enough to defeat me?”
Bell lifted his chin and sneered, “You are truly arrogant. To belittle a magic array created by the Creator God himself like this.”
At that moment, Bia on the bed suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning even paler. As the blood hit the floor, the sky outside the window changed. The hurricane intensified and pressed down again, the terrifying scene resembling the end of the world.
However, the pedestrians on the street seemed completely oblivious, moving like puppets on a string following a predetermined path.
Lishiel moved his finger, and a concentrated speck of Dark energy shot toward Bell.
The room was covered in a layer of ice due to the bone-chilling cold. Bell’s expression changed. He chanted a spell, and his body began to turn transparent.
The instant the light speck struck, Bell had vanished, leaving only a maniacal laugh: “Lishiel, it’s useless. Stop struggling. Your power will eventually belong to me.”
Bell’s avatar was drawn out of this world. This memory world belonging to Bia was nearing its end as Bia’s body weakened.
If Bia died, they would perish along with this world.
Lishiel frowned, looking at the sleeping Bia. He flicked his sleeve in distaste and walked over: “Such a bother.”
His fingertip hovered over Bia’s brow. The power within his body surged out, transforming into thin black threads that entered Bia’s body.
After he did this, the hurricane outside the window slowly began to dissipate, and the sky gradually returned to normal. Simultaneously, the black magic threads invaded the edges of the memory world, replacing the precarious golden threads.
It could be said that this entire world was currently being sustained by his power.
He couldn’t interrupt the power transmission, or the world would collapse instantly.
He didn’t care about himself; at worst, the power of this avatar would be given to that Black Dragon. But his person was still in this world and would be in danger.
Moreover, he knew very well that he was only a little bit away from achieving his goal. At that point, this person would willingly belong to him.
Thinking of this, the Demon King couldn’t help but curve his lips into a smile.
Power was being consumed in large amounts. Because he had increased the transmission, the faint outline of the Demon Horns on Lishiel’s forehead became visible.
The harsh weather outside was showing signs of subsiding. Still waiting for Loren, Su Sheng felt a little restless and impatient.
He stood up, his feet involuntarily taking a step forward. He reached the door but stopped again.
Perhaps Loren was still helping Bia with his illness. Why should he interrupt him now?
Su Sheng shook his head and laughed, mocking himself for being too eager.
So he turned back, sat at the table, and stared blankly, constantly fiddling with the ring in his hand.
As he looked at it, Su Sheng frowned.
The craftsmanship of this ring seemed a bit rough.
The Light magic inside wasn’t quite enough.
Would Loren like it?
Would he despise this ring?
Thinking about it, Su Sheng felt a little discouraged.
He paced restlessly around the room, but the sun was setting, and there was still no sign of Loren returning.
Should he just go find him? As soon as this thought emerged, Su Sheng couldn’t sit still.
He hesitated for a few moments, finally picking up the ring box placed nearby, and hurried toward Bia’s house.
Walking on the road, Su Sheng noticed a trace of Dark power flowing in the air, and the closer he got to Bia’s residence, the more pronounced this power became.
Su Sheng frowned.
Why was there Dark power here?
His constitution was highly sensitive to Dark power, allowing him to detect it easily.
Furthermore, Su Sheng discovered that this power actually stirred his memories, as if he had been involved with this power a long, long time ago.
Stopping below the villa, Su Sheng paused. Worry surfaced in his heart. With such dense Dark magic, would Loren be in trouble?
But vaguely, he also felt that something wasn’t right.
The villa door was ajar, indicating that someone had been there recently—perhaps Loren, perhaps someone else.
His heart tightened. Su Sheng pushed the door open without hesitation and walked in.
At the same time, scenes from the past flashed wildly through his mind. The further he walked, the more he remembered.
He remembered his name—Norton Similias.
And his former companions—Femon, the staff of the Holy Temple.
As well as the incident that had always haunted him—the “Three-Day Pact.”
When he reached the last step of the stairs, Su Sheng suddenly raised his eyes. His gaze was calm, and a faint chill could be seen if one looked closely.
The last thing he remembered was—
The Demon King’s insidious and cunning methods and the betrayal of everyone.
In front of him was a door.
He could feel Loren inside, and along with him, a very dense Dark aura.
His hand rested on the doorknob, but he didn’t twist it immediately.
It shouldn’t be like this, should it? He couldn’t distinguish which memories were correct and which were false. What if these weren’t his memories? What if these memories were fake? After all, Loren… Loren…
Su Sheng was momentarily speechless. He couldn’t think of anything to say in Loren’s defense. Under the deliberate recollection, the mockery in Loren’s eyes every time he looked at him became clearer and more deeply etched.
Su Sheng felt confused, as if he had been living in a dream, floating aimlessly, unable to touch the ground.
He stood silently in front of the door for a long time before finally seeming to make up his mind, twisting the knob forcefully.
The door was pulled open inch by inch from the inside. Although his face was expressionless now, his heart was pounding rapidly, and he was so nervous that even breathing became difficult.
Instantly, the Dark aura inside poured out like a waterfall, yet none of this was enough to shake Su Sheng.
Because he still held onto a final sliver of hope.
Even though that hope was already minuscule.
The door was pulled open into a crack. The man in black clothing was standing with his back to him, so he didn’t see Su Sheng. The surrounding Dark aura affectionately circled around him.
But what captured his entire attention was the faint outline of the Demon Horns on the man’s head.