Forced To Become The Devil’S Succubus Lover Chapter 34

Whenever this happened, Norton would affectionately lie in his arms and softly ask what was wrong.

The Demon King would hold his lover’s hand, suppress this baseless emotion, and tell the other not to worry.

Just when he thought everything would proceed as expected, a sudden nightmare descended.

Norton’s body began to weaken without warning, and under Lishiel’s horrified gaze, his lover’s power was gradually drained away.

Norton fell into an endless coma.

Lishiel panicked, using all his savings to try and save his lover, but fate seemed determined to oppose him—

Nothing worked.

His lover’s body grew weaker day by day.

Long, long after, Lishiel still could not let go of what happened that day.

It was his negligence that ultimately cost Norton his life.

That day, when he received the news that the succubus Sala had escaped from the castle, he thought dismissively that she was just a succubus and not worth his personal attention.

Besides, he had just found the sacred medicine to replenish magic, which was exactly what his lover needed.

When he returned home, Norton was actually awake, leaning against the bed, his dark eyes filled with panic. Only upon seeing him did he relax.

His lover was finally awake. Lishiel was overjoyed, but he failed to notice Sala, who had been lying in ambush, launching a suicidal sneak attack.

He only saw his lover’s eyes widen in terror, then move with extreme speed to his side, using all his strength to block the fatal blow for him.

Immediately afterward, his falling lover vanished into thin air right before his eyes.

He stood frozen in place, still maintaining the posture of catching someone, yet only embracing empty air. A comical absurdity was born.

What happened?

How could this be?

He asked himself blankly.

An extreme, suffocating pain belatedly squeezed his heart, sending him plummeting from the clouds. Lishiel’s limbs were stiff and uncontrollable, but his hand instinctively reached out and grabbed a handful of air.

That was where Norton had just disappeared.

Lishiel’s eyes were bloodshot, his body trembling. Regret surged like a giant wave; he should not have been careless.

A strong sense of remorse and pain invaded his thoughts, and something broke through the soil of his memory.

The world before him was still terrifyingly real, but memories rushed out of his mind, one after another.

Lishiel remembered everything.

He remembered what he was originally doing.

A wicked, powerful magical energy formed a vertical line, suddenly splitting this world in two. The remaining half of the dragon horn floated in mid-air, and the exit belonging to the Beartos Mountains appeared before his eyes.

Lishiel’s expression was extremely grim, but he tightly clutched the sacred water of the divine wood he had brought out of the mountains.

He looked around. The person who should have been at the exit was nowhere to be seen.

But he did not look for Su Sheng immediately. Instead, he instantly teleported to the underground dungeon of the castle.

He saw Sala, who was imprisoned there. Under her horrified gaze, he did not hesitate for a moment, reaching out and crushing the succubus to death.

Only then did he activate the half-demon horn. After sensing Su Sheng’s location, he took just one step and arrived before Su Sheng.

The Norton before him was safe and sound. He felt a huge sense of relief, and a joy akin to rebirth instantly occupied his entire mind.

Lishiel’s lips curved up, his body trembling with excitement, his eyes slightly red.

He instinctively took a step forward and tightly grasped Su Sheng’s hand: “You’re not dead, you’re not dead, that’s wonderful!”

He didn’t have time to notice Su Sheng’s expression at the moment, and hurriedly pulled out the sacred water of the divine wood: “I got it, you…”

He stopped mid-sentence. The next moment, the warmth in his palm quickly withdrew.

The sacred water also fell to the ground, soaking the earth.

Lishiel was stunned. After seeing Su Sheng’s expression, he froze in place.

The person before him showed no tenderness, sweetness, or excited joy. Instead, there was an unprecedented coldness, his body defensively taut, and his eyes held sharp hostility.

This was not the Norton he knew.

Illusion and reality alternated. After a full minute, Lishiel finally reacted. The joy cooled, his heart slowly sank, and his throat was extremely dry, yet his voice sounded as if it had been soaked in cold water, stating coldly and with difficulty: “You know everything.”

The person before him did not speak, but the silence explained everything.

The Demon King did not move, but the appearance of Loren, with his golden hair and blue eyes, slowly faded, revealing the Demon King’s true features. However, for some reason, he chose not to reveal his wings and horns.

He stared stiffly at Su Sheng, then pulled out the dragon horn and tossed it between them: “That illusion magic was your doing, wasn’t it?”

Su Sheng said coldly: “That’s right.”

Lishiel was silent for a moment, then he heard his own voice. He wanted to question, but the words that came out carried a plea:

“Did you ever love me?”

“Even just a little.”

Su Sheng looked at the Demon King mockingly. Facing such a ridiculous question, he, who rarely showed any emotion, sneered: “Never.”

Su Sheng watched the Demon King scan his face inch by inch from top to bottom, seemingly unwilling to miss any subtle expression. Su Sheng allowed the Demon King to observe, maintaining his cold look. A moment later, the warmth in Lishiel’s eyes gradually faded.

The Demon King’s eyes grew cold, but the corner of his mouth slightly hooked up. He said calmly: “If that’s the case, then you are unwilling to return to the castle with me?”

Su Sheng found the joke ridiculous, but he showed no expression. He simply summoned his staff, pointed it at the Demon King, and retorted: “Do you think that’s possible?”

A chilling aura rushed toward him. The surrounding leaves were covered in a layer of frost. The Demon King had made his move.

Su Sheng slammed his staff down hard, and Light magic exploded fully.

The golden holy light repelled the frost. Su Sheng stood coldly in place, only to see the Demon King look over with a half-smile.

Demon King: “You will regret this.”

Before he could grasp the meaning of that sentence, the next second, an evil power rapidly flowed from his lower abdomen to his entire body. Su Sheng’s face changed. He tried to resist but felt his whole body go soft. He gritted his teeth and said:

“Despicable!”

The Demon King had resorted to using the power of the demon horn remaining inside his body.

In an instant, he lost all his strength and stumbled forward. He thought he would fall heavily to the ground and was even prepared for it, but the next second, a warm embrace caught him.

He looked up in surprise, meeting the Demon King’s malicious and playful smile.

“Saint Son, a servant must have the self-awareness of a servant.”

Su Sheng’s eyes instantly turned red with anger. He tried to struggle up, but was startled to find that his body could not move!

What was going on?

The Demon King held him tight. He tried to struggle, but found his head uncontrollably pressed tightly against the Demon King’s chest.

The Demon King’s scent occupied his entire breath, and his body gradually stiffened, which made him very uncomfortable.

The Demon King lowered his head, his eyes, darker than the Abyss, carrying a hint of a smile: “This path you are about to take is one you chose yourself.”

He was taken back to the Demon King’s castle.

In the empty main hall, Su Sheng immediately saw a very thin, silvery-white object suspended in mid-air.

Before he could see what it was, the Demon King turned and blocked his view, intimately embracing him. His fingertips ambiguously brushed against Su Sheng’s cheek, from top to bottom, inch by inch, finally stopping at his jaw.

He was forced to raise his head. This slippery feeling, like a venomous snake’s kiss, lingered.

He glared at him resentfully, but the Demon King made no further move for a long time.

A moment later, the Demon King’s voice, filled with pleasure and nonchalance, sounded in his ear, seemingly with a hidden meaning: “My dear Norton, tell me, how should I punish you?”

As the words fell, his wrist felt cold. He subconsciously looked down, and an exquisite silver chain was clasped around his wrist.