After the Publicity Stunt, I Became a Succubus
Su Xing Chuan
#Endlessly provoking my demon ex-boyfriend, too lazy to survive# #Wait, why is he putting down the knife to kiss me?# Transmigrator Lucian happily faked his death after completing his mission—posing as the human Saint and deceiving the feelings of this world’s protagonist (and others)—before moving on to the next world. Before his death, he revealed his half-succubus bloodline, exposing his dark history. Overnight, his image shifted from a pure, flawless white lotus to a scheming, venomous black moonlight, thoroughly maximizing everyone’s hatred. Flirting and then running away—so thrilling. After all, he wasn’t coming back ^+^ ...Until one day, he woke up disconnected from his system, back in the very world he’d left. Around his ankle was a chain sealing his magic, his succubus bloodline half-awakened, marked by demonic sigils, white hair, and crimson eyes. Worse, he was trapped in a windowless tower inside a castle. And the castle’s master? The very protagonist who was determined to take revenge, destroy him, and kill him. —For some reason, after his fake death, his body hadn’t decayed. Instead, it had been preserved alive but unconscious by that man in the castle. Lucian: ...Is there still hope for me? Just as he breaks the magic seal to escape, the protagonist—alerted to his movements—grabs him by his long hair and seizes him by the throat. “Little liar, when did you come back?” the protagonist asks. His eyes burn with murderous intent—until he sees Luxian, who had been shamelessly unrepentant mere moments ago, suddenly curling up in pain before him. Protagonist: ? “My succubus bloodline... is awakening again,” Lucian gasps weakly. “I think... I’m growing horns and a tail.” Protagonist: ... “You brought this on yourself by breaking the seal,” the protagonist sneers. Just as Lucian resigns himself to being the most humiliatingly killed transmigrator in history— “Let me touch your tail,” the protagonist says hoarsely, “and I’ll let you go this time.” Lucian: ? Something’s wrong with you. “Can... it be the horns instead?” * After nearly being strangled to death by his blackened protagonist for the third time, Lucian finally goes all out. Since death is inevitable anyway, he decides to embrace his role as a spoiled, dramatic brat. When the protagonist calls him over to massage his legs, Lucian sprawls on the sofa and complains his hands hurt. When the protagonist orders him to play the piano, Lucian curls up in the pool and claims a headache. When the protagonist demands he crack walnuts, Lucian burrows into a blanket and whines his stomach aches. Fed up, the protagonist grabs his arm and drags him into the bedroom. “You twisted my ankle,” the white-haired succubus teases, eyes crinkling with mischief. “It really hurts.” Red-rimmed eyes, a soft voice laced with tiny hooks. Yet to his utter shock, instead of killing him, the protagonist silently kneels and massages his swollen ankle. “Still hurt?” he murmurs. Lucian: ? * When Lucian faked his death, the protagonist hated him. Day after day, as he preserved Lucian’s lifeless body with his own heart’s blood, the protagonist swore—if that traitor ever woke up, he’d make him bleed, make him weep. But when Lucian finally opens his eyes,uninhibited and smiling like a blooming flower, dozing against the throne like a lazy cat, the protagonist’s outstretched fingers freeze. Only one thought remains: —He must never let him find out. He loves him. ◆Cold, insane demon lord (tsundere jealousy bucket man-child) × beauty-wields-as-a-weapon black lotus