Forced To Become The Devil’S Succubus Lover Chapter 39

Chapter 39: So All of This Was Just His Wishful Thinking…

The intimate voice was like a poisonous snake flicking its tongue at him. Su Sheng didn’t move, knowing that any resistance now would be futile, merely giving the Demon King an opportunity to toy with him.

He was brought back to the castle, and thin silver chains were fastened around his wrists again. He was trapped in the castle, imprisoned in the same room he had previously occupied.

The room was bare, containing only a bed.

Su Sheng lowered his eyes, which were frosted over with ice.

He knew this was a warning from the Demon King, a small lesson. The Demon King was using action to warn him not to attempt leaving this place.

After spending time in the Succubus City-State, he had completely figured out his own peculiarity. His periods of flare-up were different from other succubi, likely related to his eye color, or perhaps inextricably linked to the demonic horn inside his body.

If only he could remove the horn that controlled him, he thought regretfully. But he knew this was impossible, as he could feel that the horn was precisely what sustained the vitality of this body.

With nothing to do, Su Sheng leaned quietly against the headboard, watching the birds occasionally flying past the window. His expression was pale; at this moment, he looked exactly like a bird with broken wings.

Speaking of which, he had spent twenty years in this world. He had left footprints across almost every part of the continent, yet the mission remained incomplete. Who was the last person?

Could it be the God of Light?

Su Sheng pondered this, when suddenly the entire world froze—

The bird by the windowsill remained mid-peck on its wing, and the falling leaves were suspended in mid-air…

In his personal space, a device resembling a smoke alarm flashed red, beeping incessantly.

Su Sheng’s expression changed, and he abruptly sat up straight.

A familiar voice, one he hadn’t heard in a long time, echoed in his mind:

“Host, long time no see.”

“007, is time almost up?” Su Sheng asked.

“Yes, Host. The body of the administrator in charge of the Transmigration Bureau is failing quickly. If his soul is not found in this world soon, he will die completely, the mission will fail, and you will also be erased.”

Su Sheng was not shaken by this statement. Instead, he frowned, quickly grasping the key point and asking, “You entered this world, you must have brought some news, right?”

“Host, a piece of data on your parchment was hacked by an illegal Transmigrator. I believe you have noticed.”

Su Sheng nodded, and the system continued:

“We recently captured that Transmigrator and received news that the final name is Adelaire, the God of Light. If you have ruled out everyone else, then he must be your mission target.”

The “beep beep beep” sound grew louder, and the system’s voice became weaker. Su Sheng knew that the world’s time-stasis function could only be used once, and its effect was very brief. It was about to expire.

“Time is almost up. 007 wishes the Host successful completion of the missi—”

The system’s childlike voice completely vanished. The birds outside the window flew away, and the leaves were carried further and further by the wind.

The system’s appearance seemed to remind him that this was merely one of countless worlds.

Su Sheng’s eyes grew cold again, just as they had been when he was in the Transmigration Bureau—solitary, keeping everyone at a distance.

After a long moment, he let out a cold laugh. The sound was as light as a feather but carried a hint of self-mockery.

To think that he, who had experienced thousands of worlds, would develop feelings for an NPC—it was utterly ridiculous.

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Su Sheng leaned against the headboard, his eyes lowered, idly rubbing the silver chain on his wrist. When Lishiel arrived, this was the scene he witnessed—

Norton was leaning against the headboard, playing with the silver chain, seemingly no longer repulsed by it.

The pale-faced Norton no longer held disgust in his eyes toward him, but the gaze directed at him was like looking at an inanimate object.

This feeling lasted only a moment, so fast it felt like an illusion. Panic flashed in the Demon King’s heart, and he quickly approached the bed.

A trace of helplessness crossed his mind. Lishiel asked, “Would you like a glass of water?”

The person before him still didn’t react. Lishiel was already adept at handling this situation. He curved a smile, his gaze casually resting on Su Sheng, and threatened, “Or would you prefer me to feed it to you in another way?”

He had expected no response this time either and was prepared to force the water on him, as that was how the past few days had gone.

But unexpectedly, Norton turned to look at him, a faint smile blooming at the corner of his lips, like fine snow melting and frost dissolving.

“Alright.”

Lishiel froze, his heart pounding. Although this wasn’t the first time Norton had smiled at him, it had been a very, very long time since he had seen him smile.

“Why are you stunned?” Norton asked, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Something wasn’t right, Lishiel thought.

But the next moment, joy flowed through his body like a shallow stream.

Facing Norton’s question, Lishiel appeared composed on the surface, but his limbs were stiff and uncoordinated, and he nearly knocked over a cup.

He watched Norton drink the water he poured.

He wondered, had Norton finally come around?

Although Norton’s change in attitude was sudden and suspicious, Lishiel didn’t know why he was unwilling to think too deeply about it.

As long as Norton was willing to let down his guard and approach him, he could overlook everything else. He was too desperate, so he told himself this.

He convinced himself that his methods must have been effective, which was why Norton had compromised.

Today, Norton had actively invited him to stay the night. Based on his understanding, given Norton’s personality, he would never agree to stay the night unless he loved someone—he would rather die.

Lishiel lowered his eyes, the joy in his heart swelling, almost overflowing.

That night, Norton’s flare-up period arrived, but this time, he was not rejected or ridiculed. Lishiel gently stroked Norton’s cheeks and earlobes, which were flushed with desire.

He was careful, treating him like a hard-won treasure.

The sound of fabric rubbing together filled the air. He lightly embraced Norton’s body, burying his head in the crook of his neck, his nose brushing against the collarbone, inhaling the scent of his lover.

“Is it okay now?”

Breathing sounds were irregular, sometimes soft, sometimes heavy.

“Can I enter?”

He lifted a pair of sparkling eyes, but then lowered his head again the next second.

“It seems not yet.”

He felt a little frustrated.

“How about now?”

Finally, his lover interrupted him, unable to bear it any longer.

“Enough. Stop stalling.”

That night, a shooting star streaked into the moonlight.

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These days were the happiest Lishiel had ever felt. He thought, thankfully Norton had killed him, thankfully he had approached this person on a whim, even if the means were shameful, thankfully he had obtained him…

There were so many thankfullys.

Thankfully they finally ended up together.

He looked at the sleeping Norton, feeling slightly lost, wanting instinctively to embrace him, yet unwilling to disturb him.

This feeling was a thousand times better than everything he had experienced in his dreams, because he no longer felt empty.

Tomorrow, he thought, the night in The Abyss is too dark. They would move together to a bright and beautiful place, just like in his dreams.

They would travel, visiting every worthwhile place on the continent.

Late at night, after a passionate session, Lishiel wanted to pour a glass of water, but unexpectedly, Norton got up before him.

They had been inseparable these past few days, and Lishiel had long since removed the chains. He leaned against the headboard, watching Norton’s rare initiative.

He gazed at the figure’s back, slightly lost in thought, believing things were getting better. He didn’t notice that Norton’s hand lingered on the rim of the cup for too long.

He took the water Norton handed him, joy spreading through his chest. He didn’t rush to drink it, instead rubbing the cup, asking casually, “You’re clearly tired. Why did you suddenly think of pouring me water?”

Norton’s expression remained placid. He said, “I thought you might be thirsty and want a drink.”

Lishiel’s thumb uncontrollably rubbed the cup back and forth, the speed noticeably increasing, yet his face remained composed. He deliberately narrowed his eyes and teased, “You being this proactive is suspicious.”

Norton fell silent, causing Lishiel’s heart to panic.

“Hmm, unless you’re willing to feed me. You know what I mean, my dear Saint Son.” He jested.

Norton took a mouthful of water, and slowly transferred it into Lishiel’s mouth. Lishiel eagerly lapped and drank, like an insatiable wolf.

He kissed Norton. After another passionate bout, he quickly fell into a deep sleep.

A long time passed. Lishiel felt like he had a very long dream, but he couldn’t recall the content. A sudden, unfounded panic woke him up. The first thing he did upon opening his eyes was feel beside the pillow.

Why was it cold?

He flipped up instantly, all traces of sleepiness gone.

Where was Norton?

He anxiously searched every corner of the castle, even forgetting to sense the half-piece of the demonic horn. He went to the garden Norton frequented, but didn’t see a soul.

It was only then that Lishiel reacted. He closed his eyes to sense the location of the demonic horn, finding no response. Norton had left.

In the garden, the repaired rose branches swayed before his eyes. In his ears, he could still hear Norton’s gentle voice from a few days ago—

You said, why don’t you ever prune these roses in your garden?

His heart felt like it was being churned and torn apart. The tenderness of the past few days felt like a ridiculous deception.

A moment later, Lishiel let out a sneer, his face dark.

So, all these moments of interaction, every little bit of time spent together, and Norton’s affection for him, were actually just a game, just his wishful thinking?