Forced To Become The Devil’S Succubus Lover Chapter 9

Chapter 9 The “Three-Day Pact”—Was that your doing?

After resting for a while, the two continued deeper into The Abyss.

A castle, ten times larger than the Walg Black Market, gradually appeared before Su Sheng. Although the surroundings were pitch black, the countless gems embedded on the castle’s roof were bright enough to nearly blind a person.

As Su Sheng looked toward the castle, Loren couldn’t help but show a look of pride. He had built this castle little by little. He had accumulated those white crystal rocks for hundreds of years, not to mention the gems.

Su Sheng pursed his lips, glancing at the silver-stacked castle, and his evaluation of the Demon King dropped even lower.

He hadn’t expected the Demon King to not only be ugly but also have such questionable taste.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Loren’s voice, tinged with anticipation, sounded in his ear.

Beautiful? Su Sheng shot Loren a look, his disdain evident, and criticized him mercilessly: “It looks like a golden, silver-clad peacock, just as ugly as its owner.”

Ignoring Loren’s face, which was turning green and purple, and his trembling hands, Su Sheng continued his critique: “The aesthetic is simply indescribably poor.”

Loren: “…”

Loren was still smiling, but he was practically grinding his teeth.

What kind of taste did this generation’s Saint Son have?! That was a castle he had poured countless efforts into building, and he called it ugly? And mocked him?

Loren truly wanted to transform back and ask this person face-to-face where the ugliness was. Wasn’t such a magnificent castle incredibly grand?

“Let’s split up and move faster,” Su Sheng said, no longer dwelling on the critique, but bringing up the purpose of their trip.

Hearing this suggestion, Loren suddenly calmed down, forcibly restraining his overflowing emotions, and returned to seriousness, saying with a forced smile, “Alright.”

After using magic to re-engrave their contact method, the two parted ways.

Su Sheng had seen an illustration of the Silver Star Orchid in a book about The Abyss. He still remembered what the flower looked like and began searching around the castle’s perimeter.

Perhaps because this was the territory of the King of the Abyss, there were few demons around the castle. If anything, there were some moles, wild rabbits, and small sprites that had adapted to the climate of The Abyss—not even counting as demons.

But after searching the north and west sides of the castle, Su Sheng couldn’t find the Silver Star Orchid, so he had to move closer inside.

Any closer, and he would be at the base of the castle walls.

Is the Silver Star Orchid that hard to find? Su Sheng pondered. If it was this difficult, how did the author who wrote the book manage to get so close to the castle without being discovered?

Unable to find an answer after much thought, Su Sheng shook his head and chuckled wryly. The one who wrote that thing couldn’t possibly be the Demon King himself.

Moving further in, even the moles disappeared. Sparse bushes lined a small path inward. Su Sheng lightened his steps and slowly approached.

Pushing aside the bushes, his vision brightened. A small silver-blue flower was quietly rooted there, and directly ahead was the castle gate.

The castle gate was tightly shut, and the lights were dim, suggesting no one was inside. To prevent the guards inside from detecting his aura, Su Sheng cast a concealment spell and walked toward the Silver Star Orchid.

After quietly pulling out the Silver Star Orchid, Su Sheng placed it in his embrace. Just as he was about to use a magic circle to transmit a message to Loren, a soft laugh came from behind him.

“Saint Son, are you not going to come in and sit for a while before leaving?”

It was a long-unheard tone. Su Sheng slowly turned around and softly spoke the name:

“Lishiel.”

“Long time no see.”

The two voices sounded simultaneously.

The Demon King was still wearing his black tailcoat, with a pair of demon horns on his head and his wings folded behind him, looking at Su Sheng with a smirk.

Su Sheng said coldly, “You really didn’t die.”

“I apologize for disappointing you. Would you do me the honor of coming in for a seat?”

Although it was a question, the Demon King had already made an inviting gesture, his attitude brooking no refusal.

Su Sheng quietly crushed the magic circle, his expression noncommittal.

But the next moment, the Demon King held a sphere of magical light between his fingertips and smiled, “Were you going to send a message to your friend?”

He then shook his head and sighed, “That won’t do.”

With a gentle squeeze of his fingers, the light sphere shattered instantly.

Su Sheng’s expression turned somewhat grim. To be able to detect even a communication spell—had he grown weaker, or had the Demon King grown stronger?

The Demon King waited for him until he led him into the castle, and the large door behind them slammed shut with a bang.

The outside was extravagant, and the inside was even more so. The sheer spaciousness of the area was nearly ten times that of an ordinary castle. Gold and silver were inlaid along the spiraling staircase, and the walls were hung with lamps made of colored glaze, the flames fueled by magical potions—an extravagance that was simply outrageous.

The Demon King led him upstairs. Su Sheng glanced around and saw that the first floor alone had over twenty rooms.

Entering the room closest to the staircase, the first thing that came into view was an array of dazzling wine glasses.

The Demon King selected one from the cabinet, and moments later, he held up a delicate, crystal-clear stemmed glass to Su Sheng, a hint of a smile on his lips, and asked, “Is it beautiful?”

Su Sheng looked at the Demon King’s actions, puzzled, not understanding what he was trying to achieve, but under the Demon King’s urging, he nodded perfunctorily.

The Demon King put the cup back, satisfied.

Next, he was led into the second room, which was filled with various pure white statues: demons with human heads and lion bodies, angels with broken wings, and some strange plants.

The statues Su Sheng saw were all famous pieces, carved by renowned artists from successive kingdoms, most of which had been lost. He hadn’t expected to find them here with the Demon King.

The Demon King walked over to the statue of the angel, gently stroking it with a hint of pity. While touching it, he turned his head and asked, “What about this one? Is it good-looking?”

The fallen angel statue was carved by an artist from the now-destroyed Kingdom of Claymsy. It was indeed quite good. Su Sheng said, “It’s acceptable.”

Next was the third room, which contained various rare plants. The Demon King stood in a small open space, looking at him proudly: “I collected all of these. What do you think?”

Su Sheng frowned impatiently, thinking, Is this ever going to end?

“Well, what do you think?” the Demon King asked persistently.

“Ordinary,” Su Sheng said flatly.

The Demon King reluctantly led him to the fourth room, which held various potion bottles containing rare materials. Even the blood of fallen Elves was stored in jars.

But Su Sheng was completely speechless.

They went through the rooms one by one, entering each one for a quick look, and the Demon King would persistently ask, “Is it good-looking?”

If Su Sheng remained silent or his answer was unsatisfactory, the Demon King would stubbornly wait until he said “not bad” or “good-looking.”

After touring over a hundred rooms, Su Sheng completely lost the desire to say even one more word.

However, he noticed that today’s Demon King didn’t seem interested in fighting him.

After finishing the last room, the Demon King’s eyes were filled with satisfaction. He licked his lips, still wanting more, and turned to ask, “Do you want to tour more?”

More? There’s still more?

Su Sheng knitted his brows, finding it unbearable, and said word by word, “It is truly beautiful. There’s no need to tour any further.”

The last few words were practically gritted out.

So the Demon King regretfully abandoned the idea of using a teleportation spell. After all, he still had a back garden and a lake, and the scenery there was also beautiful, but since his little lover didn’t want to tour, it would have to wait until next time.

So he said politely and with a hint of regret, “Very well.”

Su Sheng frowned. There was something he had kept buried in his heart for a long time. Since the Demon King didn’t want to fight him, he had to seize this opportunity to ask.

“You clearly already punished them, so why did you impose the ‘Three-Day Pact’ on them? That doesn’t seem like your style of doing things,” Su Sheng said coldly.

The Demon King tilted his head, looking intrigued, and smiled, asking, “Oh? What exactly is my style, then?”

Su Sheng tightened his brow and murmured, “To strike at the heart—that is your style.”

The Demon King suddenly chuckled softly: “Wrong, my Saint Son. Your understanding of me is still too superficial.”

“To act as I please—that is my style.”

Lishiel reached out and stroked Su Sheng’s brow, saying, “However, from now on, you will slowly understand, little by little.”

What did he mean?

Su Sheng was confused, but then his gaze froze.

As the Demon King moved, an empty potion bottle dropped out and smashed onto the floor.

It was a familiar pattern and style. Su Sheng recognized it as something belonging to Loren, and his expression instantly turned extremely ugly.

Lishiel swayed slightly: “I…”

Su Sheng stared intently at the bottle and asked, “What did you do to Loren?”

The two voices sounded almost simultaneously.

The Demon King paused, then slowly smiled, his eyes contemptuous: “What I did to him—what can you do about it?”