Forced To Become The Devil’S Succubus Lover Chapter 44

The next day, Adelaire went to the castle early and waited there for someone to emerge.

The fragrance of flowers drifted in with the quiet air, wrapping around Adelaire like an Elf. The man in white stood silently beneath the tree, his eyes lowered, resembling a statue of a compassionate saint.

But Adelaire waited all day, and the door showed no sign of opening.

Adelaire stood with his hands clasped behind his back beneath the tree, waiting patiently.

The surroundings were pitch black at night, with only the faint glow of the Silver Star Orchid illuminating the patch of grass. A strange sensation slowly crept over Adelaire’s body. He closed his eyes, his pale face flushing slightly in the silver light.

After the night passed, Adelaire opened his eyes, his gaze fixed on the castle gate, profoundly deep.

His hands, clasped behind his back, gently rubbed together, as if reminiscing about something, or perhaps trying to grasp something.

By noon, the door still hadn’t opened. Adelaire finally decided to move, but just as he took a step, the large door swung open before him.

Adelaire looked up, but the one who emerged was not Su Sheng, but the Demon King.

“You’ve been waiting here for a long time,” the Demon King stated arrogantly, his half-smile seeming to mock Adelaire’s self-importance.

But Adelaire didn’t get angry, maintaining his extremely calm tone: “Where is he?”

Lishiel curved his lips into a smile: “He’s tired and asleep. I’m afraid I’ll have to trouble you to wait another day.”

After glancing at Lishiel, Adelaire said nothing more.

On the third day at noon, when Adelaire opened his pale golden eyes, Su Sheng finally emerged. Although the other party concealed it quite well, acting as if nothing was amiss, the occasional awkward twist in his gait and the faint red marks behind his collar revealed what they had been doing during the days Adelaire had been waiting outside the castle.

Adelaire subtly rubbed his fingertips together again.

Back at the Holy Temple, he saw Su Sheng engrossed in a book. Adelaire’s gaze moved from the youth’s rosy lips to his quiet eyes. After a moment, Adelaire’s Adam’s apple bobbed. His eyes were profound, but he turned his head and asked lightly, “Why did you return so late this time?”

Su Sheng looked up from his book and stared at him. Adelaire allowed the scrutiny, remaining silent, though his fingertips involuntarily continued to rub together.

“The Succubus Poison took longer to act, so I was delayed for a while.”

The person frowned, looking troubled.

Adelaire’s eyes deepened, but he restrained himself, clenching his fingertips.

A few days later, while Adelaire was educating Su Sheng about some rare flowers and plants in the Holy Temple, he noticed the youth’s steps becoming unsteady, his ears flickering faintly atop his head, and his tail occasionally flashing.

Stumbling to the corner of the wall, he leaned against it, breathing slightly. The person said haltingly, “How annoying. It seems to be acting up again.”

“Could I trouble you to take me to the castle?”

Adelaire stopped the step he was about to take instinctively, waving his hand to cast a levitation spell on Su Sheng.

“Of course.”

But after saying this, Adelaire didn’t know what state of mind he was in when he carried the other person out of the Holy Temple.

Adelaire brought Su Sheng to the Demon King’s castle again. The Demon King seemed to have anticipated this and was already waiting there.

“You are the one who keeps making his episodes come earlier.”

Adelaire frowned. He did not hand the already disoriented person over to Lishiel, but kept him only half a meter away from himself.

Seeing that the Demon King was far away and he was close to Su Sheng, Adelaire’s expression relaxed slightly.

“Yes,” the Demon King narrowed his eyes slightly, a smile hanging on his lips. He clearly looked delighted. “I did it on purpose. What about it?”

Adelaire felt displeased but said nothing more, as the person before him was already struggling as if drowning in the air.

He handed the person over to the Demon King, then watched the Demon King embrace him and step into the castle little by little. The door closed before him. Adelaire stared at the door for a long time, not thinking about the Demon King’s shameless behavior, but rather consumed by one thought:

Since the despicable Lishiel could possess him, why couldn’t he?

This time the duration lasted even longer. Five days later, Su Sheng was carried out by a visibly unhappy Demon King.

The Demon King’s resentful gaze fixed directly on Adelaire. His mouth was downturned, looking like he was filled with unvented fury. He reluctantly handed Su Sheng over and then slammed the door shut with a bang.

Adelaire held the person. The warm temperature of the body in his arms seemed to warm his heart as well. Unknowingly, a faint smile crossed his cold, pale golden eyes. He held Su Sheng, stroking his soft black hair, and started the journey back to the Holy Temple. Su Sheng seemed utterly exhausted and paid little attention to the inappropriate action, burying his head in Adelaire’s embrace and falling into a deep sleep.

Adelaire placed the person on the bed but did not leave. Instead, he unbuttoned the other’s clothes. Spots of ambiguous red marks were exposed to the air. He reached out, but stopped the inappropriate fantasies and desires. His hand did not touch any part of the person’s skin, yet the warmth of his gaze seemed to have caressed the person inside and out.

Upon realizing what he had done, Adelaire sighed faintly. As he turned away, the quilt automatically covered the person.

Su Sheng’s eyelids twitched on the bed, but he did not wake up.

He woke up again the next morning. The crisp chirping of birds roused Su Sheng’s ears, and his consciousness gradually returned.

He opened his eyes. The color of his pupils had returned to their normal pitch black, but this was only temporary. As long as the Demon Horn remained in his body, the Succubus Poison could not be eradicated, and he would remain under the Demon King’s control.

But… he wouldn’t need to be anymore.

Su Sheng quietly clenched the bedding, his eyes slightly curved.

Because he had angered the Demon King that time, the episodes hadn’t come for the past few days. Su Sheng was extremely idle, spending his days tasting wine and watering flowers with Adelaire.

However, peaceful days are always short-lived. That day, the new week’s Wednesday, as soon as Su Sheng closed his eyes, the familiar sensation surged up.

Su Sheng said to Adelaire, just as he had countless times before: “Could you send me to the Demon King’s castle? I apologize for the trouble.”

But this time, Adelaire did not move.

Seemingly realizing something, a flicker of surprise crossed Su Sheng’s face, but it quickly subsided into calm. He closed his eyes and asked quietly, “What do you intend to do?”

Adelaire stood there, neither moving nor speaking, until Su Sheng could barely endure it, bending slightly and gasping for breath. Only then did the God of Light speak: “The onset of the episode only requires another person’s bodily fluids to subside. He can do it, so why can’t I?”

Su Sheng weakly curved his lips, wanting to smile but unable to. He lowered his eyes in disappointment.

Adelaire then saw a hint of sadness cross the youth’s beautiful, delicate features, as if he had lost something important, causing his heart to suddenly clench.

But he remained standing with his hands behind his back, motionless, his pale golden eyes carrying immense pressure.

Su Sheng gave an awkward laugh, weakly hunching his body: “So you only like this body of mine?”

Adelaire’s lips moved, but he found himself unable to speak.

He didn’t know whether he was merely coveting this novel feeling or if he had genuinely fallen for the youth before him. He was confused.

Su Sheng supported himself with one hand on the bed, leaning his entire body against the headboard for support.

Adelaire moved his fingers, preparing to cast a levitation spell. Silence meant a silent refusal, and he would never force his believer, even if the other’s heart was not pure.

But just then, the person leaning by the bed suddenly looked up, his deep purple eyes staring at Adelaire. He gasped, “It’s too late… If you don’t mind me, I am willing to offer my body.”

Adelaire’s eyes deepened. He stepped closer to Su Sheng, his presence becoming even more overwhelming: “You said this yourself.”

Su Sheng lowered his eyes, concealing the expression deep within them. Facing Adelaire, he exposed his body without any defense.

Outside the Holy Temple, rumbling sounds occasionally echoed, but they were ignored by the two people inside the hall. After an unknown amount of time, the commotion gradually subsided. Su Sheng leaned on the bed, regulating his breathing. At this moment, he couldn’t allow himself to fall asleep again.

Adelaire put on his robes, tidied Su Sheng’s appearance, and wiped away his sweat. After everything was done, he asked, “Do you want to sleep for a while?”

Su Sheng shook his head.

“Do you want to go out and see?”

Su Sheng nodded. With the movement, a bright red mark on his neck was extremely conspicuous.

Su Sheng followed Adelaire out of the Holy Temple. Outside the magical barrier, the Demon King was furiously swinging his fists, smashing them against the barrier repeatedly. The barrier was covered in cracks, on the verge of breaking.

Adelaire waved his hand, and the entire barrier vanished. Lishiel took a step forward, his gaze accurately capturing Su Sheng, who was standing behind the God of Light.

Lishiel asked worriedly, “Norton, you—”

His voice changed pitch and strangely faded away when the Demon King’s gaze landed on the vivid red mark on Su Sheng’s neck.

Lishiel’s voice deepened, and his eyes turned crimson: “What happened between you two?”

Adelaire stepped forward, perfectly blocking the Demon King’s line of sight: “As you can see, I helped him resolve the Succubus Poison.”

Su Sheng looked at Lishiel, his eyes cold, indifferent, and devoid of emotion. He did not speak.

“Adelaire, he is mine!” The Demon King’s breathing quickened. He strode forward rapidly, instantly appearing before Adelaire, and threw a punch.

Su Sheng glanced indifferently at the scene, lowering his eyes, unmoved.

Golden magic and black magic clashed in mid-air. Two points of light collided and separated like flying sparks, colliding and separating again, repeating the cycle. Dark clouds gathered, as if the end of the world was approaching.

It wasn’t until an unknown amount of time had passed that the two finally stopped fighting.

Su Sheng could feel Adelaire’s gaze linger on him for a moment, but moments later, the words spoken by the figure opposite, who spread his wings and bore the Demon Horns, stunned him.

The Demon King stood in mid-air, his eyes clearly filled with struggle and pain, yet his tone was utterly calm, even carrying a hint of a smile. He said:

“Although I don’t know what your purpose is, for your sake, I will give this battle everything I have.”

Lishiel had figured it out.

Su Sheng’s expression remained unchanged, but his hands involuntarily clenched tighter and tighter.