Forced To Become The Devil’S Succubus Lover Chapter 43

Chapter 43: This Feeling is Both Novel and Stimulating…

Lishiel’s smile slowly faded, and he repeated, as if he hadn’t heard clearly, “What?”

Su Sheng ignored Lishiel and walked into the Holy Temple. He paid no mind to Lishiel’s unwilling voice trailing behind him.

A protective barrier had been reset outside the Holy Temple to prevent the Demon King from breaking in unexpectedly and dishonoring his word.

Su Sheng sat inside the Holy Temple, taking out a book to read, having nothing else to do.

“You clearly don’t want to go, so why force yourself?”

Adelaire sat across from Su Sheng, looking over curiously.

Putting down the book, Su Sheng calmly brushed a lock of hair from his forehead and said, “The succubus poison on me was placed by him. It needs to be resolved eventually.”

Unexpectedly, Adelaire shook his head. “He won’t give you the antidote.”

Su Sheng’s eyes darkened slightly. Although he had said that, he knew perfectly well that Lishiel wouldn’t give him the antidote, because that was the only way the man could currently keep him in check.

After a while, night fell. Su Sheng put down the book and walked toward the bed.

Tomorrow was the start of a new week, and Lishiel would come looking for him. Su Sheng vaguely pulled the covers over himself, slowly pondering how to deal with the situation, and then drifted off to sleep.

Seeing this, Adelaire snapped his fingers, and the lights in the Holy Temple went out.

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The next day, when Su Sheng woke up, Lishiel had indeed arrived early at the door. Seeing him emerge, a smile touched Lishiel’s lips, and he extended his hand, as if the unpleasantness of yesterday had long been forgotten.

Su Sheng followed the Demon King back to the castle. The moment the door closed, the Demon King eagerly pressed close to him.

“I missed you so much,” Loren’s wronged voice whispered in his ear. “You spent too much time with Adelaire.”

Su Sheng’s expression chilled. He brushed away the Demon King’s arm wrapped around him. Sensing the displeasure, the Demon King quickly switched back to his original voice, coaxing, “Alright, alright, I won’t use that voice.”

Throughout the night, the Demon King watched Su Sheng with longing eyes, asking him occasionally, “Are you uncomfortable?” “Do you need my help?” or inching his hand closer mischievously.

Annoyed by the constant questioning, Su Sheng said, “Don’t you know whether it’s acting up or not?”

The Demon King’s eyes dimmed, but the next moment, a lonely smile appeared on his face. “Of course I know, Norton. I just wanted to talk to you.”

“You are too cold to me. Are you like this with Adelaire too?”

Su Sheng intended to answer “No,” but just as he opened his mouth, a familiar sensation surged from his lower abdomen to his head.

He knew the onset period had arrived.

A deep violet slowly crept into Su Sheng’s dark eyes. As the sensation intensified, the deep violet gradually covered his entire pupil.

Lishiel watched Su Sheng’s transformation quietly. When the last trace of deep violet completely covered Su Sheng’s eyes, he reached out and gently pulled the person into his embrace, letting out a sigh.

He rubbed Su Sheng’s black hair and pinched the ears that had sprouted, yet he delayed taking any further action.

At this moment, his arm was already wrapped several times by a faintly glowing, heart-shaped tail.

Lishiel watched Su Sheng’s changes with interest. Every time he deliberately rubbed the heart-shaped tail, the person before him would involuntarily tremble slightly.

“Why aren’t you saying anything? You’re clearly in great discomfort.” The darkness in Lishiel’s eyes gathered. He gently stroked Su Sheng’s forehead backward, but still made no further move.

Su Sheng was like a puppet, allowing the Demon King to manipulate him.

A moment later, the heavy breathing became more pronounced. Su Sheng gritted his teeth and asked, “What are you still stalling for?”

Only then did the Demon King chuckle softly, his gentle, coaxing voice sounding out, “Why are you in such a hurry? Don’t rush. As long as you promise me one thing, I will immediately grant your wish, alright?”

The person before him indeed fell into his trap, gripping his arm tightly. “What is it?”

The Demon King pulled him close, his lips brushing his earlobe as he whispered, “Don’t stay there anymore. Move into the castle, alright?”

The person was clearly close to his limit, gripping his arm with great force, yet he still mumbled, “No.”

The Demon King’s expression stiffened, and he asked unwillingly, “Why?”

Su Sheng remained silent.

“Fine, then I’ll just have to punish you.”

The night was deep, and the atmosphere in the castle was seductive, but the Holy Temple of Light was bright as day. Adelaire sat at the round table, staring blankly at his fingertips.

A strange, inexplicable pleasure was spreading through his body. This feeling was unfamiliar. What was causing it?

He thought slowly, curling his hand uncomfortably, yet feeling powerless, so he slowly relaxed.

His pale golden eyes showed confusion. This was the first time he felt at a loss about something.

Suddenly, he became curious. Where was this feeling coming from? What was the Saint Son doing right now?

Thinking this, he waved his hand, and a water mirror floated in mid-air. Ambiguous panting instantly washed over him like a tide. Adelaire froze. He seemed to have found the source of this strange feeling. Just as he was about to observe closely, a pair of dark eyes coldly looked toward the water mirror. The person in the mirror waved a hand, and the water mirror shattered.

Adelaire was not annoyed. Instead, he spread his hands, curling, uncurling, curling, and uncurling them with a sense of novelty.

This feeling wasn’t bad. He thoughtfully stared at his body until he realized that closing his eyes allowed him to experience it more deeply.

How interesting, he thought.

This novel experience continued until noon before stopping. Adelaire walked out of the Holy Temple. He had to keep his promise and retrieve his believer.

Arriving at the Demon King’s castle, the gate was still tightly shut, but Adelaire snapped his fingers indifferently. The layer of light surrounding the castle exterior appeared, and then an entrance large enough for one person to pass through opened up.

Just then, the castle door opened automatically. Lishiel walked out of the castle, raising an eyebrow and looking at Adelaire with a half-smile. His lazy voice drifted over, “Why are you here so early? He’s still asleep.”

Adelaire was usually slow to react, but now he detected a hint of provocation from the Demon King. He frowned but said nothing more, only stating, “This is the time I promised him I would come to pick him up.”

Lishiel chuckled softly. “He is sound asleep. Do you intend to disturb him?”

As soon as he spoke, a figure appeared behind the Demon King. Su Sheng walked out of the castle, tugging at the cloak draped over him to conceal any lingering marks, and said flatly, “Let’s go.”

Adelaire stepped aside, making way for Su Sheng to walk out.

Neither of them noticed Lishiel’s extremely ugly expression. Yet, since they had agreed upon the terms, he could only allow Su Sheng to leave.

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Back at the Holy Temple, the exhausted Su Sheng walked listlessly toward the bed, his eyes drooping.

“You could have slept a little longer there, actually,” Adelaire couldn’t help but say.

“Didn’t you already arrive? Besides, I didn’t want to stay there,” Su Sheng replied as he removed his cloak.

The cloak slipped from Su Sheng’s shoulders and neck, revealing several distinct purplish marks. Adelaire subtly glanced over the marks and casually asked while pouring water:

“What were you doing while you were there?”

At this question, Su Sheng paused in the act of folding his cloak, feeling a flicker of surprise. Was this person actually curious about him?

In an instant, Su Sheng analyzed this curiosity completely. He lowered his head to hide the thoughts in his eyes, then subtly curved his lips and said, looking down, “I was looking for a way to remove the succubus poison.”

Adelaire frowned, then relaxed. He tapped the round table with his fingertip, then nodded and said slowly, “So that’s it.”

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Days passed. When Su Sheng left the Holy Temple again to go to Lishiel’s place, Adelaire sat quietly alone at the round table.

In the empty great hall, Adelaire imitated Lishiel and extinguished the lights. Darkness descended, but he didn’t find the pleasure Lishiel did, because his eyes remained unaffected in the dark.

So he closed his eyes, and his bodily senses were infinitely magnified.

His hands curled and uncurled countless times, seemingly trying to grasp something, something that should be graspable, but when he opened his eyes, it all seemed to vanish.

This feeling, which was both novel and stimulating, was gradually losing its appeal. He could sense that he was missing something.

And it seemed that every time this hour arrived, he was always…

Addicted?

He picked up a wine glass, took a small sip, and waited quietly for the next day to arrive, though a dark gleam flashed across his eyes.

Tomorrow, his believer would return.