Forced To Become The Devil’S Succubus Lover Chapter 5
byLoren followed behind, watching Su Sheng’s back, the malice in his eyes surging wildly.
He hadn’t intended to come personally, but this little guy had once again exceeded his expectations.
Could a human actually achieve this level? How interesting.
A cool, clear voice came from ahead, interrupting the surge of malice in Loren.
“What are you looking for?”
Loren curved his lips and slowly replied, “Silver Star Orchid.”
In truth, Su Sheng didn’t know much about The Abyss, and he hadn’t held out much hope when asking, but knowing a general direction would make the search easier.
However, he had definitely seen the “Silver Star Orchid” mentioned in a book about The Abyss.
That kind of plant, which could only be nourished by overflowing dark power, grew exclusively near the Demon King’s castle.
Did they really have to go to the Demon King’s castle?
Thinking of this, Su Sheng couldn’t help but rub his aching forehead. Yet, the voice behind him kept pressing:
“Do you know where it is?”
“I do.” Su Sheng pursed his lips, not seeing the Demon King’s mischievous gaze behind him. “Deep in The Abyss, near the Demon King’s castle.”
“To get there, we need to bypass seven demon City-States.”
It seemed this generation’s Saint Son really had some skills; he actually knew where the Silver Star Orchid was.
Loren suppressed the curve of his lips, blinked, and feigned innocence: “What are demon City-States?”
Hearing such an outlandish question, Su Sheng felt petrified, the kind that would sound solid if knocked upon. His expression was rather grim: “You don’t know?”
Loren looked bewildered: “No, I don’t.”
“…”
“Didn’t you investigate before you came?”
“The Silver Star Orchid.”
He did investigate; that thing is called the Silver Star Orchid.
A vein throbbed twice on Su Sheng’s forehead. Unable to bear it any longer, he turned around and saw Loren struggling to suppress a laugh.
Realizing he was being tricked, Su Sheng’s voice was icy: “Are you messing with me?”
Loren quickly waved his hands and caught up: “Don’t misunderstand, my dear Norton. I saw you looking so gloomy, I just didn’t want you to worry yourself to death.”
Su Sheng was speechless. His thoughts had indeed been guessed.
The seven demon City-States were situated sequentially from the entrance of The Abyss, guarding the Demon King’s castle. The lord of each City-State was personally selected by the Demon King. To reach the castle, one needed sufficient strength and the representative item from each City-State to gain entry.
The representative item was, in essence, a pass.
Forget it. Considering Loren was willing to put effort into cheering him up, Su Sheng decided not to dwell on it.
“How many representative items do you have?” Su Sheng asked flatly. Seeing the presence of both necromancers and werewolves here, they shouldn’t be at the edge of The Abyss but deeper inside, which should make finding the representative items easier.
“One…”
Su Sheng breathed a sigh of relief. Good, at least they wouldn’t have to go back…
“None.” Loren’s tone was extremely slow.
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What to do? This was the first time he felt the urge to hit someone.
“Are you messing with me again?!” Su Sheng demanded angrily, glaring at Loren.
Loren looked up innocently: “No, I truly haven’t acquired a single one.”
“…”
Su Sheng felt like he was having a heart attack for the first time.
“Then I ask you, if you didn’t get the first representative item, how did you get here?”
Facing Su Sheng’s interrogation, Loren smiled slightly and countered:
“And how did you get here?”
Su Sheng fell silent. He had likely been transported to some unknown location in The Abyss because the evil power from the crowd’s prayers had disrupted the teleportation array.
But clearly, he couldn’t tell the other person that.
A period of silence ensued.
Both smart individuals chose not to bring up the topic again.
The atmosphere was awkward for a moment, and Loren was the first to break the tension.
He seemed unfazed, approaching as usual: “My dear Mr. Norton, don’t be unhappy. How about I tell you some good news?”
“What good news?” Su Sheng asked, his voice still carrying an untreated chill, sounding cold and sharp.
His face was also cold and aloof, looking very unapproachable.
When Su Sheng looked like this, ordinary people were usually intimidated. Even Femon would act cute and compliant, attempting to lower his guard.
But this seemed to have no effect on Loren. His expression was normal, his voice was normal, and he was polite—it was just that the distance between them was a little too close.
No, it was much too close.
Su Sheng subtly increased the distance between them, just as the man said:
“Do you know about the Walg Black Market?”
Su Sheng paused. He had never heard that name, but he figured it must be some kind of underground black market.
“An underground black market?” Su Sheng asked hesitantly.
“Oh! Norton, you are so smart!” Loren looked delighted, as if guessing what it was was a cause for great celebration.
Su Sheng’s tone was one of distaste: “You make me sound stupid.”
“No, no, I think you misunderstood. I’m sincere.” Loren smiled.
Su Sheng stopped talking, his walking pace slightly stiff, though he adjusted quickly.
But Loren took in all these changes, and the smile on his face grew more confident.
“Where is the black market?” Su Sheng asked. If one listened closely, they would notice the tone of his voice was no longer icy.
Hearing this, Loren rummaged in the pouch at his waist and pulled out a magic scroll. Su Sheng glanced at it, his expression shifting slightly.
It was a detailed map of The Abyss.
A map alone was nothing, but this one meticulously marked all the locations in The Abyss, from large City-States down to the strongholds of wandering demons.
Wandering demons were the equivalent of human vagrants. Rejected by the City-States for various reasons, they could only drift through The Abyss. Most wandering demons were highly interested in human territory, and the vast majority of the quarter of demons that harassed the human continent were composed of these wanderers.
“My dear, this trip requires us to pass through ten demon strongholds. This is the shortest route. What do you say, Norton?”
Loren smiled, pointing to one of the routes, lifting his chin slightly, signaling Su Sheng to share his thoughts.
Su Sheng followed his finger, his mind momentarily distracted. The Demon King’s action from a few days ago suddenly flashed into his mind.
Strange, why did he suddenly think of the Demon King?
Su Sheng tapped his forehead with his index finger knuckle, shaking off those thoughts.
“Fine.”
There truly wasn’t anywhere else to go. That black market was near the border between The Abyss and the villages. The remaining routes either required crossing mountains or passing through City-States, which risked exposing their identities.
He hadn’t expected a single teleportation array to send him so close to the second City-State. It would be a long journey to leave The Abyss from here.
Fortunately, they didn’t encounter any demons along the way. The skin over Su Sheng’s broken bones and tendons had already scabbed over, but the bones still needed time to heal.
However, after walking for so long, his physical strength was failing.
Su Sheng was always strong-willed, and it was Loren who first suggested resting.
“Are your legs hurting? Let’s take a break.”
He hadn’t anticipated a human having such tenacious willpower.
Su Sheng’s voice was chilly: “Keep going.”
Clearly, Su Sheng was more stubborn than Loren had imagined. Loren watched Su Sheng quietly, blinking a few times, and accepted Su Sheng’s suggestion to continue. After all, he wasn’t the one in pain.
After walking for a while, Su Sheng’s expression of enduring pain became more obvious. Loren didn’t understand why he was being so obstinate, but it was beneath a Demon King to repeat himself twice. Therefore, he said with some impatience, “I said, rest!”
Evidently, Loren, who was not the Demon King to Su Sheng, meant nothing to him. Su Sheng ignored Loren and continued walking straight ahead.
Loren had never met such a stubborn person in his life. Since words weren’t working, he resorted to action. He wrapped his arms around Su Sheng from behind, bear-hugged him onto a rock, and made him sit down. At the same time, he knelt on one knee and looked up at Su Sheng’s face.
“Are you throwing a tantrum at me?”
Seeing Su Sheng’s lips were dry, Loren turned to fetch the water bottle, then approached Su Sheng with it: “Drink some water.”
“I’m not thirsty.”
“Drink.”
Loren’s voice was calm, but Su Sheng felt a surge of anger. Why was he trying to control him?
“I said, I won’t drink.”
After his outburst, he calmed down and rubbed his brow, feeling a little scared of himself.
What was wrong with him?
Loren had been frequently taking care of him throughout this journey.
And what about himself? Had he just thrown a tantrum at him? At someone he had only recently met?
This realization startled Su Sheng.
No.
Absolutely not.
Su Sheng’s body was stiff, and his expression was not good. He lowered his head in frustration, not wanting Loren to see clearly, unaware that everything was being taken in by the person beside him.
Loren stared straight at Su Sheng, his expression thoughtful. A moment later, as if he had figured something out, he walked over and placed the water bottle beside Su Sheng. He didn’t say much, only, “Drink if you get thirsty.”
Su Sheng remained seated with his head down, his expression unreadable, neither accepting nor refusing.
After resting for a while, the two continued their journey, but the path ahead seemed less smooth. They encountered several waves of demons, though fortunately, they were small. Loren dealt with them with a few swings of his sword.
But things seemed to be getting worse. Just now, because Su Sheng’s injuries hadn’t fully healed, a Vulture Demon’s claw tore his shoulder while he was casting a spell. The smell of blood attracted even more demons.
Su Sheng’s expression was serious. He knew they needed to leave quickly. He looked at Loren: “Can we run?”
Loren smiled: “Of course.”
The two sprinted across the plain covered in red demon grass, one following the other.
Perhaps due to luck, or perhaps because they were genuinely fast, only a few demons were following them.
A faint light flashed in Loren’s eyes from behind: “This won’t do, my dear. What should we do?”
He sighed maliciously, conjuring a shielding magic barrier in his hand. Then, a dark sphere appeared inside the barrier and was flicked forward.
Soon after, a large horde of demons swarmed in, blocking their path. The two were forced to stop.
It seemed this battle was unavoidable.
Su Sheng felt the Prince’s gaze linger on him for a moment, then a voice sounded from behind: “I’ll go first.”
Su Sheng nodded, standing aside and watching Loren plunge into the pile of demons, lost in thought.
Loren, sword in hand, glanced back while slaying demons, his expression playful.
At that moment, three demons rushed forward. His figure traced a beautiful arc in the air, but in the gap of his sidestep, he deliberately let two demons pass.
Simultaneously, a slightly deep voice sounded in Su Sheng’s ear—”Watch out.”
The demons he let pass were a necromancer and a werewolf.
Su Sheng was forced into battle. He had no sword or staff, only a small knife gifted by Loren. Thus, he had to fight the werewolf in close combat while interrupting the spell-casting necromancer.
“Are you alright?” Loren called out from ten demons away.
Su Sheng gave a brief “Mm,” and continued fighting the demons.
“That’s not enough…” Loren chuckled softly, turning and letting three more demons through.
Su Sheng needed to get injured quickly. That way, he could force Su Sheng to seek help from him, the Demon King, and then he could make some excessive demands…
The battle remained deadlocked. A faint “psst” sound rang out. Su Sheng rolled on the ground, narrowly avoiding the werewolf’s sharp claw aimed at his heart.
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Su Sheng’s eyes were icy. He unleashed a powerful attack right in the werewolf’s face, a string of obscure incantations rapidly spilling from his lips.
At the same time, massive spheres of light magic appeared in the air above, their golden radiance illuminating the surroundings like daylight. The powerful golden magic caused all the demons to show expressions of terror.
It was the instinctive fear of darkness toward light.
Loren had just killed a demon, shaking the blood from his sword, and looked up at the sky.
To be able to summon such dense light elements in The Abyss—was this not worthy of the current Saint Son?
The thought of such a person willingly submitting to his feet, obeying his every command…
An excited expression appeared on his face. Then, he subtly looked at Su Sheng, his eyes filled with an irrepressible desire for conquest.
Su Sheng annihilated almost all the demons.
The remaining few were quickly dispatched by Loren’s sword.
However, such powerful magic came at a huge cost.
After eliminating the remaining demons, Loren rushed to support the exhausted Su Sheng.
He subconsciously scanned him up and down, his gaze suddenly stopping at the deep, bone-visible wound on Su Sheng’s right chest.
For some reason, Loren didn’t want to look at the wound, so he averted his eyes.
Although he wanted Su Sheng to be injured, it was better if such horrific wounds didn’t appear on Su Sheng’s body; they were an eyesore.
Healing magic rapidly flowed through Su Sheng’s body, helping to treat the wound left by the werewolf. After a moment, Loren asked, “How do you feel?”
Su Sheng assessed his condition, closing his eyes briefly: “Much better.”
“Let’s leave here first,” Loren said.
Su Sheng was helped up, and the two continued forward.
Upon reaching a valley, Loren stopped and lowered his voice: “This is Echo Valley. There aren’t many demons here. We can rest.”
Even when lowered, Loren’s voice echoed here for several minutes.
Su Sheng knew most demons disliked repetitive sounds, which was why there were so few demons here.
They built a campfire near a lake. At night, the lake was peaceful and quiet. A crooked tree stood silently, and silver-glowing grass swayed in the wind. When the wind blew, the silver light scattered like dandelions.
Su Sheng secretly admired it. He hadn’t expected The Abyss to have such beautiful places; it was truly wasted here.
Su Sheng leaned against the tree to rest, unable to resist pulling a handful of the nearby grass. He slightly opened his palm, and the grass floated into the air, the silver light blossoming before his eyes, incredibly beautiful.
“Your clothes are dirty. Give them to me. I’ll wash them for you.”
Loren watched him quietly, smiling.
The clothes did feel sticky on his body, but he had never taken off his clothes in front of others, finding it too casual. After struggling internally for a long time, he glanced at Loren, his voice dropping: “I…”
Loren seemed to instantly see through his thoughts and chuckled: “Feeling uncomfortable?”
Su Sheng awkwardly looked away: “…”
A muffled laugh came from the side.
“My dear Norton, I didn’t realize you were so pure! Hahahahahaha—”
The corner of Su Sheng’s eye flushed red with annoyance. He snapped, “Enough! What are you laughing at!”
He hid in Loren’s blind spot and slowly took off his clothes, but instead of giving them to Loren, he moved to the lakeside and began washing them himself.
Under the boundless night, a slender, beautifully shaped young man crouched there, possessing a profile more exquisite than an Elf’s. His angel-like eyes were focused on the items in his hands, drawing attention inexplicably.
Loren watched Su Sheng from behind and suddenly conceived an even more wonderful idea.
Instead of having this beautiful Saint Son willingly become his servant, perhaps a different approach would bring him greater pleasure.
What kind of expression would this unapproachable Saint Son show if he fell deeply and irrevocably in love with someone?
The Demon King smiled with delight.