Forced To Become The Devil’S Succubus Lover Chapter 35

He raised his head in shock, anger flushing the corners of his eyes, his expression becoming unprecedentedly ugly. He tried to resist the Demon King, but unexpectedly, the Demon King released him the next moment.

He wanted to summon his weapon to fight the Demon King, but without support, his body, even regaining freedom, could no longer stand alone. He was like a dodder vine that could only cling to others, fragile and pitiful.

Su Sheng used all his strength to keep himself from falling. He did not want to surrender, did not want to become a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

However, the Demon Horn within his body was truly malicious; not only did it control his body, but it also froze all his magic power!

Su Sheng gritted his teeth, propped up his half-kneeling body, and then glared fiercely at Lishiel, who was walking toward the throne.

“Norton, why are you looking at me like that?” Lishiel said casually. He didn’t turn his head, yet he seemed to know everything about Su Sheng with perfect accuracy.

“What are you trying to do?” Su Sheng asked after a pause.

The Demon King chuckled, swept his robe, and sat lazily upon the throne.

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze sweeping downward with a deep, meaningful look. He opened his mouth: “I’ll give you one more chance. Come to my side, or you won’t want to know the consequences.”

Su Sheng did not answer immediately, and the Demon King did not press him further.

Lishiel felt that, considering the beautiful time they had shared, he could afford to give Norton a little more patience.

As time passed, the speed at which Lishiel tapped the armrest grew faster, and his eyes grew brighter. A relaxed atmosphere began to spread through the air, suggesting that there might still be hope for a turnaround.

But soon, a sneer broke the silence of the castle.

“Submit?”

Su Sheng ground the two words between his teeth, a hint of a laugh escaping his lips, as if he couldn’t hold it back.

He lifted his head, his dark eyes looking at Lishiel with mockery, and said softly, “Never.”

The Demon King froze, then his expression visibly darkened. A layer of frost slowly spread from beneath the throne. As the temperature dropped, Su Sheng felt that something about Lishiel seemed to have changed.

Before he could investigate further, the entire castle was quickly enveloped in frost. However, the layer of cold that could easily freeze a person into an ice sculpture stopped right at Su Sheng’s feet.

A single ice spike, condensed from the frost, floated up from the ground, aimed at Su Sheng’s lower abdomen.

“Since that is your answer, then I shall give you a grand gift,” the Demon King said, extending his hand. “I hope you will like it and become utterly lost to it.”

“You will thank me,” the Demon King said with a smile.

Following that, the ice spike, filled with evil energy, pierced Su Sheng’s lower abdomen.

Su Sheng had prepared himself to welcome pain, even death, but a moment later, he realized that was not the case.

The ice spike entered his body, yet it felt as if it hadn’t.

In front of him, the Demon King maintained his composed posture, watching him, seemingly anticipating that something pleasant was about to happen.

“What did you do to me?” Su Sheng stared at Lishiel, his gaze as cold as a sharp blade.

“You will know,” the Demon King smiled.

Indeed, just as the Demon King said, the moment the words fell, Su Sheng felt that extremely cold power move.

It resonated with the half of the Demon Horn inside him, and the evil power quickly flowed throughout his body. Unlike before, the Light power within him was actually enveloped and replaced by dark magic!

This meant he would no longer be able to use the power of magic.

Furthermore, he felt his body weakening, and an indescribable sensation was consuming his senses.

Inside Spire Castle, inlaid with countless gold and silver, Lishiel leaned back lazily on the throne, his gaze slightly lowered—

In the center of the castle knelt a youth dressed in a pure white robe that reached his ankles.

His originally holy features grew the ears of a succubus, and his dark pupils turned the deep purple of a succubus.

The Demon King watched the scene with pleasure, letting out a soft laugh:

“Saint Son, you are about to fully transform into a succubus.”

Su Sheng lowered his eyes indifferently, his expression cold.

So that’s what it was, he thought.

The pink, heart-shaped tail that had grown behind him was anxiously slapping the ground. He could feel himself craving something, yet he couldn’t articulate exactly what it was.

In a corner Su Sheng couldn’t perceive, the frost was slowly receding, returning to Lishiel’s feet.

The castle returned to its original temperature, but precisely because of this, Su Sheng felt the heat clinging to his lower abdomen become even more rampant.

He slowly touched his lower abdomen. With his movement, the chains on his wrists jingled, a sound that, though not loud, was gratingly harsh.

Su Sheng suppressed this feeling of humiliation and began trying to use his magic power to resist.

The two forces, one cold and one hot, tore at each other inside his body. The succubus ears on Su Sheng’s head and the tail behind him flickered, sometimes becoming ethereal, sometimes solid.

Su Sheng was worried the Demon King might intervene, but the other party seemed to be watching it like a play, with no intention of acting.

This bought him considerable time.

The sensation of alternating hot and cold was truly unbearable. Although his resistance was effective, for some reason, the emptiness in his body was even stronger than before.

However, what Su Sheng failed to notice was that although some of the Light power in his body had broken free from the restraints and he hadn’t fully transformed into a succubus, his pupils were growing increasingly purple.

The Demon King quietly observed this change, his entire focus fixed on it. He didn’t care how much Light power Su Sheng had left or how much Light magic he could mobilize; he only cared about the change in Su Sheng’s eye color.

After all, this secret concerning the eye color of succubi was known only to the Demon King and a few high-ranking succubi.

Because the deeper the eye color of a succubus, the stronger their need for energy. In other words, their demands on a partner were higher. If they couldn’t be satisfied in time, they would fall into slavery to desire, becoming a pathetic, fallen succubus incapable of independent survival.

Thinking of this, the Demon King chuckled softly to himself. He thought casually that this cage, tailor-made for his beloved, was utterly satisfying.

He wondered what it would be like if he clipped Norton’s wings and crushed his pride, letting his eye color deepen bit by bit in bed, consumed by desire?

Would this proud and untamable Saint Son reveal a different kind of charm?

The Demon King thought with pleasure. But soon, his eyes darkened, his expression changed, and he stood up.

The kneeling figure in the center of the castle was gone.

Did he escape?

How was that possible, after being poisoned so deeply by the succubus venom?

Lishiel’s expression was extremely ugly. It was impossible not to be shocked, for this person had once again surpassed his understanding of mortals, surprising him.

Interesting, he thought. He truly was the one he favored; he always managed to surprise him.

At the same time, in the southeast corner of the castle, behind a statue, Su Sheng, who had cast an invisibility spell on himself, felt the sparse Light power in his body and quietly focused his mind. He had only one chance to assassinate the Demon King, and failure was not an option.

He had temporarily used magic to sever the connection between the Demon King and the Demon Horn, so the Demon King couldn’t detect or control him for the moment.

The ears on his head trembled slightly from tension, and the heart-shaped tail behind him swayed back and forth. However, Su Sheng had no time to pay attention to these things; he was waiting for an opportunity.

But the Demon King didn’t seem inclined to give him one. Lishiel sat motionless on the throne, looking down, pondering something. This made Su Sheng increasingly uneasy, and the unpleasant sensation inside his body intensified.

Su Sheng couldn’t help but lean against the wall, then slowly crouched down. To make his breathing faint and undetectable, he could only take small, shallow breaths.

His eyes were tinged with a hazy purple of desire, though he himself was unaware of it.

His body was growing weaker and weaker. Although he still had Light power, he couldn’t afford to deplete it further, or he would surely fail.

Su Sheng forcefully suppressed the irritating emptiness, propped himself up against the wall, and pulled out the dagger he always carried at his side—the one the Demon King had given him when he was disguised as Loren.

He had never used it. Now, he would use it to kill Lishiel.

Su Sheng thought, his consciousness hazy.

He stepped out. Thanks to the invisibility spell, the Demon King hadn’t discovered him yet.

But if he got closer, it would be uncertain, so he had to be fast.

The moment the Demon King turned his head, Su Sheng flashed to his side, pressing the dagger against the Demon King’s throat. The throat trembled slightly, and then, without hesitation, Su Sheng slashed downward.

Golden blood erupted in large gushes from the Demon King’s pale skin. At the same time, the restraint binding the Demon Horn inside Su Sheng loosened, and he was enveloped by a terrifying emptiness, causing him to collapse limply.

“To last this long, not bad.” Golden blood was still spurting from the Demon King’s neck, yet he smiled faintly.

Su Sheng was embraced by the Demon King, his eyes wide with disbelief. “How could…”

The Demon King lowered his gaze, gently tracing Su Sheng’s face, his fingertip lightly brushing over his lips, and smiled slightly:

“If you hadn’t used the dagger I gave you, perhaps I would have died again. Norton, you are very clever, understanding how to make the best use of things, but you are also very foolish. Why use something I gave you to kill me?”

“…………”

After a long silence, Su Sheng closed his eyes and turned his head away, refusing to speak further.

The Demon King wiped his hand across his neck, and the severed wound instantly healed.

He held Su Sheng and walked step by step toward the center of the castle, sighing, “The chains I gave you are still too long, wouldn’t you agree?”

“…”

Not hearing Su Sheng’s reply, the Demon King wasn’t annoyed. He continued, “The underground beneath the center of the castle is actually an altar. You need to complete your transformation there, understand?”

“…”

As he spoke, the Demon King sighed again: “In truth, I don’t want to do this at all, but if this is the only way you will stay by my side, I don’t mind using a few small tricks.”

Su Sheng suddenly opened his eyes and glared coldly at Lishiel.

Lishiel placed him in the center of the altar and stayed with him for three days and three nights.

When the final night passed, Su Sheng’s breathing grew increasingly rapid, and his chest rose and fell violently.

The sound of his own gasping was too obvious, constantly affecting his precarious sanity. He wanted to delay it as much as possible, so he softened his breathing.

He closed his eyes, slowly regulating his breath, trying his best to suppress the strange sensation.

The agonizing desire accumulated over time, swelling to its peak. His sanity shattered. Just as his consciousness was about to burn out, he suddenly opened his eyes, the purple deep in his pupils so rich it almost seemed to flow out.

He looked up at the Demon King, scoffing disdainfully:

“You’ve waited so long. What, are you incapable?”