Reborn as a succubus - Chapter 10

Chu Yan held the Invisibility Spell, expressionless as he stared at the couple rolling at his feet, feeling a bit conflicted.

He should call this “lucky,” after all, his main purpose in coming down to the mortal realm was to study the purpose and mechanics of such “behaviors.” To encounter it right after arriving wasn’t exactly unlucky.

But it still felt strange — he didn’t really need such “live” demonstrations, this was too blunt.

Still, since it happened, he might as well watch.

The couple kept at it three or four times right at his feet, only stopping when the lunch bell rang, then left.

Chu Yan glanced blankly after their retreating backs, then vanished from the spot.

Xi Che dreamed again.

There’s a saying: third time’s the charm — and he had dreamed of Chu Yan repeatedly.

He gradually got used to it.

What else could he do? Another nap brought another dream; acceptance was the only option.

He told himself dreams were illogical and unreasonable; resistance was futile. Especially since even Bai Hu couldn’t see these dreams, better to just accept them calmly.

After all, it was just a dream…

Xi Che had wondered why he kept dreaming this way — even if he missed Chu Yan, why always those bed scenes?

After thinking it over, he concluded that perhaps it was because he had transmigrated into an incubus and couldn’t properly control the incubus magic, which used springtime (intimate) dreams to enchant humans.

Maybe this was a kind of magical backlash.

Using this reasoning comforted him somewhat. Seeing his former colleague in a white robe with gold-feathered wings, he felt much more at ease.

…Actually, he wanted to talk properly to him — not always meet in such awkward situations in dreams, in bed, unable to have a normal conversation.

Chu Yan sat on the bed staring at him for a while, then shifted closer. Xi Che instinctively pushed at Chu Yan’s chest. He noticed the crimson gauze on his arm, then suddenly realized — in this dream, he wore the attire from his days as a War God, the winged robes worn by the deities of the Nine Nether divine realm, symbolizing their status… Though each god’s wings differed, it was clearly a badge of rank.

But having them dress like this in such circumstances was a bit too provocative.

Xi Che thought this and felt an overwhelming sense of “this is freaking intense,” then he figured — since it was a dream, why not go all out.

Also! This dream-version Chu Yan was clueless about sex — he wanted to take advantage while Chu Yan was ignorant.

After a brief mental battle, seeing Chu Yan still sitting stunned before him, Xi Che hesitated, then gently placed his hand on his arm. He stared at the cold, handsome face, swallowed hard as his Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, then softly said, “… Brother Yu.”

Chu Yan’s eyes flickered noticeably at hearing that name. Xi Che understood why — that name had not been spoken for a long time.

“Yu” was Chu Yan’s private name, used back when he studied at Fengzao palace. After graduating and becoming a deity, Chu Yan took on the name “Yan,” the God of Light, severing ties with the past, and naturally stopped using “Yu.”

To call that name now would be disrespectful.

Many gods had private names; those born naturally from the heavens and earth. Chu Yan’s original form was a pure jade spirit. Xi Che’s was different — he was born from a fragment of an ancient god’s soul, and was named “Asas” from birth, though classmates called him “Asa” for short; few remembered his official name.

Regardless of their original forms, their cultivation and talent were similar, and Chu Yan was even more gifted. The old conservative gods of the Nine Nether divine realm feared Xi Che when he fell, considering him a great threat — the War God born of an ancient deity. They tried to exterminate him out of fear.

How ridiculous — normally he didn’t think himself powerful, but when they tried to kill him, they feared his “strength.”

Chu Yan stared at Xi Che, his slender jade-like fingers gently resting on his waist, slowly pulling him closer — the fingers were long, pale, and slender; their delicate touch was strangely seductive.

“You called me Yu, so you don’t regard me as the God of Light.”

Xi Che said nothing, thinking: You’re already in my dream, so whatever I want to think is up to me.

Suddenly he raised his hand and pulled out the hairpin on Chu Yan’s head. Chu Yan’s black hair tumbled down, then he straightened and leaned close.

“What do you want me to be then?” he asked.

Using his legs to clamp Chu Yan’s, he flipped him over with force, pinning him down. He wanted to take advantage while Chu Yan was inexperienced — if they met in real life, he wouldn’t dare.

But before he could gloat, as his lips neared Chu Yan’s, he suddenly felt a sharp pressing pain down his waist, and he instantly lost strength.

The world flipped upside down. The Chu Yan beneath him quickly grabbed his wrists and pinned them overhead, reversing the situation.

Xi Che stared at him dumbfounded — seriously? Why wouldn’t his dream cooperate?

“Such audacity.”

Chu Yan’s voice, smiling with a hint of indulgence, sounded, though his hands mercilessly pressed Xi Che’s wrists above his head. He looked down at him from above, fingers sliding down his cheek, clearly knowing his little scheme.

“Some things you can have, some you cannot.”

“…” Damn, why?

Xi Che struggled, trying to reverse positions, but was held tight and couldn’t move.

He was annoyed — this virgin knew nothing, even needed Xi Che to teach him how to kiss. Even if he managed to pin him, so what?

He wasn’t afraid when Chu Yan stripped the winged robe off him and loosened his sash. He consoled himself — at worst, they’d just cuddle and sleep; surely Chu Yan couldn’t do anything else?

But soon he lost his calm. The last dream, Chu Yan was clueless; now suddenly he was proficient.

…That progress was way too fast!

Chu Yan kissed him, his tongue tangled with his, while his body felt roughly kneaded. The breath beside his ear was chaotic, as if unable to hold back, wanting to devour him piece by piece.

Xi Che struggled; his crown fell to the floor. The winged robes symbolizing status and responsibility tangled together on the bedpost — one red, one gold — looking wildly gorgeous… This was seriously disrespectful. If their master knew, he’d surely beat them.

Xi Che grabbed Chu Yan’s arm, gasping, occasionally glancing aside. He couldn’t help but say irritably, “Um… pick that up and hang it far away…”

It felt like someone was watching him… so annoying!

Chu Yan pressed his forehead against Xi Che’s, clearly understanding the request but didn’t comply.

Instead, he grabbed the two robes, roughly twisted them into a long rope, and tied Xi Che’s wrists to the bedpost.

The winged robes were light and thin as cicada wings; after Chu Yan roughly tied them, only a thin strip remained. Yet their material was special — tough and hard to break, perfect for binding.

“You…!”

Damn, Xi Che thought, this Chu Yan must be a monster. Usually, he valued status and responsibility above all, following rituals strictly — how could he treat the winged robes of a true god like this? Such a strange dream!

Xi Che tried to speak but Chu Yan pressed a finger on his lips and bit his Adam’s apple, silencing him. Forced to tilt his head back, he stared at the turquoise canopy overhead, eyes misty.

He heard Chu Yan’s faint voice near his neck, as if holding back some emotion:

“Shh… don’t say that to me. When the dream ends… I’ll be the God of Light again.”

Xi Che’s eyes widened; tears quietly traced down his cheeks and vanished into his hair.

He thought Chu Yan himself might not know what that meant, only he in the dream understood…

Back then, when he realized his feelings for Chu Yan, he should have drunk the “Fountain of Heart’s Inquiry” to forget everything, but he chose to leave the Nine Nether divine realm with regret instead.

He didn’t think loving someone was wrong or impure, but for those native gods who grew up in this world, such thoughts violated the heavenly laws. He had his own resolve but respected their views — they’d never understand and would consider him rebellious.

He wasn’t willing to wash away his love for Chu Yan with a cup of that water and chose to fall from heaven instead.

But even so, he never confessed his feelings — it was a one-sided love; Chu Yan didn’t know. He made decisions for him, balancing the myriad beings of the three realms and himself, choosing the wisest path, fulfilling Chu Yan’s duty as God of Light.

Chu Yan was always pure and competent.

So how could he ever say such things?

Xi Che gripped the robes binding him tightly, confirming this dream reflected his deepest desires, nothing to do with Chu Yan.

He wasn’t a twisted person — since he chose acceptance, why resist?

Did he really care about divine responsibility? Pfft, he had fallen and turned demon — what did godly affairs matter?

Besides, he hadn’t really gone to Yujing Palace to seduce Chu Yan — dreaming wasn’t a crime, was it?

He took a deep breath, voice choking slightly: “Will you or won’t you? Or should I try?”

“Try me.”

…Virgin, and now you’re mad.