Translator: Dj2203
Editor: Dj2203
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Warning; 18+ content; Lots of soft smut
The next morning, Luo Mi walked out of the tent, supporting his back.
The succubus’s recovery ability was certainly excellent, but it couldn’t withstand the torment that lasted until midnight, and where they had another “breakfast” this morning.
Luo Mi didn’t need to look in a mirror to know how many unspeakable marks lingered down his neck and chest, proving just how terrifying a man who had tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time could be.
What’s worse was that he filled his long-starved body completely, without spilling a drop.
Even a professional succubus could barely walk, but His Highness the Holy Son was radiant, his light golden hair disheveled. He even tried to gentlemanly help Luo Mi up, but Luo Mi refused— he remembered very clearly that the “breakfast” incident was caused by this guy trying to do what a proper lover should do by helping him get dressed, which resulted in a fight breaking out.
Even though he was rejected, Saint Anos was not discouraged. And the corners of his lips remained curved in a smile that he could not suppress. His azure eyes were like melted sugar, sticking to Luo Mi as if they could be pulled into threads.
But when Luo Mi turned around to look at him, His Highness the Holy Son looked away shyly. And only when Luo Mi turned his gaze away again did he look back at him with a sticky, affectionate gaze.
He looked just like a little boy experiencing his first love… Luo Mi thought to himself however he couldn’t help but blush.
This pink, bubbly atmosphere only subsided when they encountered the demon Anos, who had gotten up early and was waiting for them outside.
The demon Anos’s face was somewhat gloomy. He glanced at the holy son, who seemed to be blooming all over, and scoffed, “A virgin is really shameful.”
Saint Anos’s lips finally relaxed slightly, and he glanced at him indifferently: “I don’t talk to people who are so jealous that they can only masturb*te to themselves.”
The demon Anos’s face twitched, and he sneered, “Then you’d better hold back tonight.”
Luo Mi covered his burning face, somewhat confused: “What do you mean? How did you know?”
When the Holy Son looked at Luo Mi, his azure eyes softened and became viscous again. He then explained in a low and gentle voice, “After our brief fusion last time, the empathy between us has become even stronger.”
Luo Mi froze, glancing at the demon, then at the holy son. His slightly faded cheeks flushed red again, and he stammered, “So, so, you, you and I… are equal to…”
The demon Anos coughed lightly, a rare hint of embarrassment in his voice: “Right now, it’s only a little bit of the feeling that can be shared, and it’s intermittent, so don’t worry.”
Of course, even this level of intimacy with Luo Mi was enough to make him feel completely captivated and unable to control himself.
Luo Mi pulled his cheeks hard, trying to calm his turbulent thoughts and turn this into an academic question: “So, the more times you fuse using magic, the stronger the connection between you will become?”
“Perhaps.” The demon Anos curled his lip, seeing through Luo Mi’s plan at a glance, “but this is probably not enough for us to fully merge.”
Saint Anos frowned and said, “Unless absolutely necessary, I don’t want to share a body with him; it’s really disgusting.”
“Likewise.”
Luo Mi tried to persuade them: “You are now half magician and half warrior. Only by merging back can you be complete. Don’t you want to be your complete selves?”
The demon Anos sneered, “I think it would be better to kill him and eat his corpse.”
Luo Mi couldn’t understand the two Anos’s resistance to their other half, so after thinking for a moment, he decided to change his approach: “At least use magic to fuse more often; it’s a good thing that your synergy will become stronger, right?”
Saint Anos’s beautiful eyebrows were still furrowed: “What kind of good thing is this?”
“Uh…the perspective and experience during combat?” Luo Mi paused for a moment, then suddenly had a flash of inspiration and blurted out, “When doing something pleasurable, the pleasure is doubled!”
Before he could finish speaking, he felt two pairs of eyes fall on him at the same time, one with a meaningful look and the other with excited anticipation.
The demon Anos asked first, “So, you’re saying you’d like the three of us to be together? Of course, not tonight.”
Tonight was his precious time all to himself!
Luo Mi: “…”
He belatedly realized what he had said— Heaven knows, he had just been referring to experiences like food!
….
Fortunately, neither of the Anos forced Luo Mi to agree yet, fearing that the shy succubus would be too ashamed and refuse even their current shift.
So when night fell, it was the demon Anos who came to knock on Luo Mi’s tent.
After the meal, Luo Mi was no longer hungry— the Holy Son’s “holy meal” was plentiful and of high quality, and Luo Mi felt that one meal could sustain him for several days.
But when he tried to explain this to the demon Anos, a momentary sadness in Anos’s crimson eyes made him choke on his words.
Those blood-red eyes, usually a symbol of danger and ruthlessness, were now devoid of their usual assertiveness, filled only with a deep self-mockery: “I know, in your heart I am definitely not as good as him. No matter how many times, you will abandon me and choose him.”
Luo Mi’s heart was instantly overwhelmed with guilt: “No, that’s not what I meant… In my heart, you are actually the same person…”
Upon closer reflection, it seems that when conflicts arose between Black and White Anos, he always sided with the Holy Son.
The demon Anos twitched the corner of his mouth, lowered his eyes, and turned away: “It’s nothing, I’m used to it.”
Luo Mi grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the tent.
The demon Anos turned his face away: “Don’t force yourself out of pity, I don’t need it.”
“It’s not out of pity!” Luo Mi felt a pang of bitterness in his heart. He gripped the demon Anos’s wrist tightly, and with a surge of courage from who-knows-where, he pushed the handsome demon lord to the ground and straddled him.
A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the demon Anos.
Luo Mi felt a surge of anger rising in his chest, but he pursed his lips and leaned down to kiss the thin lips of the demon Anos.
After a while, he straightened up, his breathing uneven, and squeezed his legs tightly around the thin waist of the demon Anos. He gasped, “Don’t move, I’ll do it.”
The demon Anos paused, his lips curving slightly before quickly flattening. He was about to speak when he was drawn to Luo Mi’s actions. His throat bobbed, and his blood-red eyes lingered between Luo Mi’s lips and fingers, momentarily forgetting what he wanted to say.
Bathed in crimson gazes, Luo Mi’s cheeks and even his entire body seemed to be tinged with crimson. His toes curled up as he suppressed his rapidly beating heartbeat, nervously and shamefully trying to please the person beneath him.
The demon Anos let out a sigh from his throat, reached out and pressed Luo Mi’s nape, his voice husky with a hint of lust: “Don’t force yourself, I was just joking.”
Luo Mi took a quick breath before saying, “I wasn’t forced, and… it’s not like I haven’t done it before…”
The demon Anos’s crimson eyes reflected Luo Mi’s face, and the corners of his lips curved quickly as he whispered, “That was back then, it’s different now.”
Luo Mi didn’t speak again; only his shallow, disordered breathing and panting echoing in the small tent, proving that he wasn’t just talking.
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