Forced To Become The Devil’S Succubus Lover Chapter 32
byIn his panic, the Demon King knocked over the empty potion bottles beside him. Seeing the shattered glass on the floor, he froze, then snapped back to reality.
He frantically used magic to transfer all the rare potions stored in the castle—those that extended life, cured all poisons, and strengthened the body—and poured them down Su Sheng’s throat.
But it was useless.
“How can it be useless…” The Demon King’s lips trembled as he muttered to himself.
Then he watched helplessly as the body rapidly withered, like a dying rose.
An inexplicable pain swept through his mind like a whirlwind, dominating his ability to think. Lishiel gently stroked Su Sheng’s cheek, as if making a profound decision.
He slowly leaned down and pressed a kiss onto Su Sheng’s forehead: “Wait for me.”
The Demon King cast a powerful sealing spell in the room. This magic would not harm the person inside the array, but it would slow the passage of time and attack anyone attempting to enter. At the same time, the person inside could not leave.
The Demon King departed.
Su Sheng didn’t know where he had gone, but he slowly raised his hand, his fingertip resting on his forehead—the exact spot Lishiel had kissed.
Did Lishiel love him?
Su Sheng’s eyes were filled with confusion, but a moment later, he lowered his hand, scoffing at the ridiculous notion.
He was so arrogant; how could that be possible?
When Lishiel returned, he was disheveled. The indestructible clothes made of gold silk were ripped in several places, and his expression was exhausted.
But he dared not delay. He fed Su Sheng the Healing Snow Rose he had brought back from the Holy Mountain, which could suppress the spread of the poison. Miraculously, Su Sheng’s complexion improved slightly.
Lishiel stayed by his side, his eyes never leaving Su Sheng.
As he watched, his thoughts finally began to wander. Only now did he have time to consider—how exactly had Su Sheng been poisoned?
Lishiel finally saw the person’s eyelids flutter gently.
He had no more time for thought; immense euphoria instantly gripped his heart. He sprang up from the chair, walked to the bedside, pacing back and forth, repeatedly asking, “Norton, are you awake? Are you awake?”
Su Sheng’s eyelids moved faster and faster. Lishiel involuntarily held his breath, watching until he finally saw Su Sheng wake up. Only then did he sigh in relief, quickly leaning close to ask, “How do you feel?”
Su Sheng nodded weakly: “I’m alright.”
Seeing that Su Sheng was temporarily safe, Lishiel finally asked, “How did you get poisoned?”
Following Su Sheng’s gaze, he saw the shattered potion bottles on the floor and the residue of dragon horn on the table. Lishiel understood: “You were poisoned while mixing a potion?”
The confusion in his heart wasn’t entirely resolved—for instance, why would he mix such a dangerous potion without supervision—but the Demon King instinctively offered an explanation. Norton was the continent’s most outstanding alchemist; perhaps he had his own considerations and confidence.
After all, not everyone was willing to share the process of making rare potions.
Sighing helplessly, Lishiel said, “If you are going to mix such a dangerous potion, you should at least tell me.”
Su Sheng’s expression clearly showed a moment of surprise, seemingly unexpected that he would say such a thing.
Lishiel smiled, though his tone held a hint of exasperation: “Why are you looking at me like that? Am I not allowed to care about you?”
Su Sheng shook his head and looked away, which made Lishiel uncomfortable again. The Demon King’s inherent malice stirred, and he commanded, “Look at me.”
Su Sheng ignored him, so the Demon King took action. He forcibly turned his lover’s head, staring into his dark eyes, and said, “I will go to the Beartos Mountains to get you the antidote.”
The Demon King watched Su Sheng silently lower his gaze. He stared deeply at the other man one last time: “Wait for me.” Then he left without hesitation.
The Beartos Mountains…
That was a place even gods were unwilling to tread.
Su Sheng looked at the doorway with a complicated expression. He had originally planned to guide Lishiel onto this path little by little.
Leaning against the headboard, he sighed in frustration. He was somewhat confused about what Lishiel was thinking now, and he unknowingly fell into contemplation.
Not long after, there was a sound outside the door. He looked over.
Unexpectedly, the Demon King had returned. Su Sheng was puzzled but kept his mouth shut.
The Demon King rushed back, looked up, and saw Su Sheng watching him. He quickly explained, “I thought about it, and I’m worried. Let’s go together.”
This statement surprised Su Sheng but played right into his hands. He had been worrying about how to follow Lishiel without being discovered. However, the path to the Beartos Mountains was fraught with danger, and he hadn’t thought the Demon King would take him, as he was currently nothing more than a burden.
He nodded, agreeing. The Demon King’s eyes lit up. He turned around, patted his shoulder, and secretly smiled: “Get on. I’ll carry you.”
Su Sheng frowned and hesitated, saying, “Why don’t you just cast a levitation spell on me instead?”
Then he saw the Demon King still smiling, but the smile held a subtle, hard-to-detect displeasure.
Now was not the time to provoke Lishiel, Su Sheng thought.
Slowly, inch by inch, he climbed onto the Demon King’s back, then closed his eyes.
When Su Sheng woke up again, they had already reached the foot of the mountain.
He looked around in surprise and asked, “We arrived so quickly?” His voice was still slightly groggy from sleep.
The Demon King gently hummed with a smile, set Su Sheng down, and said,
“Wait for me here. It will only take three days. I will return in three days.”
Su Sheng nodded.
Just as the Demon King was about to turn, he suddenly looked back and said solemnly, “Three days. Wait for me.”
Only after Su Sheng affirmed with a sound did he seem relieved, then he walked into the mountain range without looking back.
Su Sheng watched the figure receding into the distance, thought for a moment, and softly said to the retreating back, “I wish you safe travels.”
He didn’t know if the Demon King heard the phrase, but visibly, the Demon King’s pace became much lighter.
Su Sheng sat at the foot of the mountain for a while. He had a full three days, perhaps even more, since the Beartos Mountains were extremely dangerous, and the Demon King might not be able to return exactly in three days.
He walked to the entrance of the mountain range, the inevitable path out. Su Sheng’s mind was a mess, and there were many stones blocking the path underfoot. He kicked several of them away.
The flying stones rolled a few times, stopping precisely at the narrow entrance, as if reminding Su Sheng of what he needed to do.
After a silent wait, Su Sheng summoned his staff. A golden light instantly illuminated the dim valley, and the outline of a massive six-pointed sealing magic array gradually appeared on the ground.
Su Sheng began to trace the array patterns with his own blood.
But after only a few strokes, he had to stop. He looked with confusion at his right hand, which was trembling uncontrollably.
His body felt fine otherwise.
Without further hesitation, he drew stroke by stroke, starting over if he made a mistake.
Su Sheng stopped countless times in the middle, yet restarted countless times. But as the array neared completion, he grew more and more hesitant, and his heart ached more intensely.
Finally, Su Sheng had to stop. It was then that he belatedly realized he was reluctant.
How could this be?
He replayed his past experiences over and over, reliving the moment he discovered the demonic horn on Loren’s head, even generating intense hatred because of it.
But…
His body was trembling slightly, constantly shaking, as if desperately trying to stop him from continuing, as if the resulting outcome would be unbearable.
Just as the sealing array was more than half complete, Su Sheng stopped as if his strength had been drained. His brows were tightly furrowed, staring intently at the beautiful, familiar magic array he had once meticulously outlined in his mind.
This was the array whose drawing method he had rehearsed countless times in his head.
He clearly realized he couldn’t finish it.
At this moment, he could no longer defy his truest thought—
He didn’t want to lose the current Loren, even if this wasn’t death, merely a seal.
Even if Loren wasn’t Loren, but the Demon King.
Even if he had deceived him, even if his intentions were impure.
Sighing, he took out the remaining half of the dragon horn and placed it in the center of the magic array. Watching the array absorb it, a mist-like substance gradually spread around—the hallucinatory effect of the dragon horn was taking hold. After hastily altering a few strokes of the array’s structure, he silently concealed himself nearby.
He had observed Loren’s actions these past few days. He would wait for Loren to emerge. He thought perhaps they had a chance to be together.
He thought perhaps he could let go of the past.
After the third day, as the first ray of morning sunlight broke through the mist, Loren’s figure appeared in the narrow valley.
He walked out step by step, extremely slowly, even slower than an elderly person. His face was pale, and he wore black clothes, half of which were stained an even deeper black, as if soaked in water. But Su Sheng knew it wasn’t water; it was blood.
Yet Lishiel still maintained his composure. Even walking slowly, his steps remained elegant, like a refined gentleman. A faint, relaxed smile even hung on his lips.
Su Sheng’s heart pounded like drumbeats in his ears. He couldn’t suppress the tension spreading from his chest.
He watched Lishiel walk step by step, getting closer and closer to the magic array. He carefully observed the Demon King’s expression, his heart involuntarily tightening.
Then, the heavily injured Lishiel walked into the magic array without any guard.
Simultaneously, a water mirror reflecting the Demon King’s image appeared above the magic array.
This water mirror would reveal everything to him.
The Demon King would temporarily forget all his current memories, but he would not forget his emotions. He would re-experience the past, but he would have the right to choose.
The anchor point of the memory was—
The moment he killed the Demon King.