Reborn as a succubus - Chapter 6

Xi Che actually suspected that perhaps Bi Yuan was in a similar situation as himself—taken as a conscript. But conscriptions were carried out by subordinates; if Yuan Ting and the others really wanted to investigate, they should still be able to find out.

Having multiple friends and multiple routes—this lifetime, without subordinates or followers, with no one to gather information for him, linking up with the Military Administration Party line might not be a bad thing after all.

After Xi Che returned home, he learned from Xi Luan that after he was poisoned and fell unconscious, she went out to find a doctor. But when she brought the doctor back, he was gone. The little girl was so scared she cried herself sick and eventually fell asleep on his bed.

“Brother, in this world, it’s just the two of us siblings left to depend on each other. You absolutely cannot have anything happen to you… If something happens to you, what am I supposed to do?”

As she spoke, tears dripped down her cheeks.

Normally, Xi Luan doesn’t like to cry. In this family, she’s the one who was relied upon. The original owner (Xi Che) was too incompetent; if she were also a weakling, this family would collapse.

But perhaps because today Xi Che showed that side of himself in front of her, she regained the safety and security that a brother gives to his sister, and the tears wouldn’t stop.

After all, she was only fifteen.

Unlike the original owner, whether in the Nine Nether Divine Realm or later falling into the Demon Realm, Xi Che was always in the role of protector.

Xi Che smiled and patted Xi Luan’s little head, “Don’t worry, Brother won’t be harmed. Didn’t I say? From now on, I will protect you.”

“Mm…”

Finally coaxing the girl to sleep, Xi Che was exhausted and collapsed onto the bed, falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Then he saw Chu Yan.

…

Damn.

This time he behaved himself—no entering dreams, no improper thoughts—so what was going on?

Could this really be his own dream?

Because of his previous experience, when he saw Chu Yan again in the dream, he was much calmer. He just felt sorrowful—was he really a love-struck fool? Even after becoming a succubus and being able to dream, did he have to dream of Chu Yan every day?

Ah well, maybe last time it wasn’t really entering Chu Yan’s dream, but rather his subconscious thinking of him too much, which happened to result in dreaming of him. After all, Chu Yan is a Ming Zhao god—how could a god dream?

The more he thought about it, the more sense it made. No wonder Chu Yan looked so strange in the last dream; he was so powerful, there was no way a succubus could shake him. The only explanation was that last time he hadn’t truly entered the dream, just dreamed of an old acquaintance…

This time the dream scene was still the Jade Capital Palace. Chu Yan didn’t have his hair tied up; his waterfall-like black hair draped over his shoulders, which reduced his solemnity by three points but added three points of charm. He sat at the stone table by the turquoise pool, drinking wine. More strangely, there were two wine cups on the table, as if waiting for Xi Che.

Dreams are indeed dreams, all beautiful.

Xi Che hesitated, then slowly walked to the stone table. Chu Yan didn’t avert his gaze and stared at him tightly, as if afraid he would run away.

“Long… long time no see.”

Xi Che mustered great courage to say this. No matter how much he wanted to flee, he still wanted to speak to Chu Yan—even if just in a dream. This was good practice; if they ever truly met again, he would be mentally prepared.

He didn’t know what kind of dream he would have today. If the dream was a product of his own brain, the Chu Yan in front of him might glare at him angrily or scold him harshly.

This was what he worried about most. The more he worried, the more he dreamed about it.

Back then, he not only left the Nine Nether but lived in the Demon Realm. To the people of the Nine Nether Divine Realm, this was utterly unbelievable.

The divine race’s prejudice against demons was deeply rooted. Not to mention living among demons, even saying a good word for them meant being repeatedly scrutinized by the Heart-Questioning Spring.

Chu Yan naturally received such news…

Xi Che didn’t expect Chu Yan to understand him. It was normal for him not to.

He… must be very disappointed in him.

But the Chu Yan in front of him said nothing. He just looked at him expressionlessly, his eyes cold yet questioning.

Xi Che was deeply shaken by his expression and couldn’t stand the awkward atmosphere. He suddenly turned around to leave.

“Asa.”

Chu Yan called him softly, and almost at the same time, Xi Che felt someone hug him from behind, arms wrapping tightly around his body.

Clear breathing whispered into his ear—so real, as if he wasn’t dreaming.

… Damn, what kind of dream is this!?

Xi Che’s mind blanked for a few seconds, then he struggled hard: “…What are you doing? Let go!”

—No, no, no. He had no dirty thoughts toward Chu Yan. He just wanted to see him normally, chat, catch up. For him, that was already a luxury. He never thought about developing any further relationship.

Whether past or present, Xi Che was timid in front of him. He didn’t dare, nor want, to taint him.

But the person behind him held him tighter, as if afraid he would break free. Chu Yan buried his face into his neck, breathing heavier and heavier. He could feel Chu Yan’s lips softly brushing his body.

… Who could stand this?

“Chu Yan, let go, you…! You’re crazy, let go!”

Xi Che nearly shouted.

Because it was his dream, no matter what Chu Yan did, he didn’t blame him or think he had a problem, but felt his subconscious might be seriously sick—having weird feelings for his former colleague.

The person behind stopped for a moment but clearly didn’t want to let go. He leaned close to Xi Che’s ear and whispered after a long time: “Don’t reject me.”

“…”

This isn’t Chu Yan; this is a monster!

Xi Che felt especially sad. He didn’t expect his subconscious to be like this. Too depressing. He really was a terrible person…

But he should have known this long ago, otherwise he wouldn’t have fallen into the Demon Realm.

Xi Che couldn’t face his own dream. This dream seemed to force him to confront the self that caused all tragedies.

Was this rebirth a punishment for him?

At the moment of despair, the scene changed to the Jade Capital Palace’s bedchamber. Chu Yan held him, carrying him toward the bed. Xi Che instinctively opened his eyes wide, then looked up at Chu Yan.

What is this…?

“Don’t… damn it!”

Xi Che tried to push him away but was thrown into the brocade quilt.

Hearing his swear words, Chu Yan smiled faintly, then leaned over him.

Xi Che hurriedly pushed his chest with one hand, and fiercely pinched his own thigh with the other, hoping to wake from this absurd dream soon.

But in dreams, there is no pain.

Chu Yan undid his clothes, his hand covering Xi Che’s side, stroking upwards. His hair fell over Xi Che’s face, cool and ticklish—too real to be a dream.

Xi Che struggled for a long time, but Chu Yan didn’t move an inch. He covered his eyes with one hand, deceiving himself.

“Why don’t you look at me?”

Chu Yan grabbed the arm blocking his face and forced it away. Seeing Xi Che’s tightly closed eyes, he reached out to touch his face.

“Asa, look at me.”

—No! You’re OOC (out of character)!

Xi Che would rather see the cold and ruthless Chu Yan, that would at least prove his desires hadn’t ballooned into such a terrible form.

“Asa.”

Xi Che turned his face to the side, choked up, “Enough. I know I’m filthy. Enough.”

Chu Yan just nuzzled his neck. After a long time, he bit his shoulder. Chu Yan seemed to understand what he meant: “You are the purest god in the world.”

“…”

Please shut up, just shut up quickly. Xi Che would rather hear him passionately scold him!

Just like there was no pain in the dream, he only knew Chu Yan was doing things to him that he should never allow. But as long as he closed his eyes, he didn’t know to what extent things had gone. He felt Chu Yan touching and fiddling with his body, aimlessly…

Yet just that was enough to make him tremble all over.

This desperate shame was unimaginable to ordinary people. He admitted he liked Chu Yan, but he had sworn to keep this secret until his soul perished.

The person pressing on him suddenly stopped, sighing, “You’re crying.”

Xi Che was surprised and opened his eyes. Chu Yan was holding his face, his fingers gently stroking his cheeks.

“Were you scared?”

… No, he was scared of himself.

And embarrassed.

Xi Che opened his mouth to say something but felt his waist being lifted, his body pressed tightly against Chu Yan’s.

He stared into his eyes, where golden-red light flickered faintly: “Asa, it’s been three hundred years… why haven’t you entered my dream?”

He heard pain in Chu Yan’s tone—yes, Chu Yan didn’t even have the right to dream.

But did he really want to be in the dream?

Xi Che bit his teeth and was silent for a long time. Suddenly he turned his face and kissed his lips.

Chu Yan, having been a god for hundreds of years, was always pure and without desire. Naturally, he had no experience in this matter.

Everything he did was instinctive—just hugging, touching… which Xi Che thought was even clumsy and laughable.

Chu Yan showed a surprised expression. He licked his lips in confusion, then moved closer and tentatively pressed his lips to Xi Che’s.

He seemed to really like this action, rubbing his lips against X

his a few times, then repeating.

Xi Che gave up trying to resist—after all, this was a dream. No one but himself would know. Even if he did something blasphemous in the dream, who could do anything to him?

He paused for a moment, then slid his fingers into Chu Yan’s long hair, guiding and licking open his lips, touching his tongue.

Chu Yan was like someone opening a new door to the world. He quickly learned on his own, first lightly touching like a dragonfly, then boldly going deeper.

Chu Yan was actually a very domineering person. When at Fengzao Mansion, Xi Che scolded him for pretending to be obedient in front of the teacher but being ruthless in reality.

So as they kissed, Chu Yan grabbed his wrists and pinned his hands down on both sides of the pillow. Every time Xi Che turned his head to catch a breath, Chu Yan blocked him.

When he finally let go, Xi Che nearly suffocated, gasping for air.

Chu Yan lay on top of him, his chest rising and falling slightly, eyes burning intensely at him:

“You’ve learned a lot of new things in the Demon Realm all these years.”

“…” That was when he was human, okay!

Though these words were spoken by Chu Yan in the dream, it was possible he actually thought that way—that after going to the Demon Realm, the gods in the Nine Nether only hated him. How did Chu Yan really think of him?

Xi Che’s heart ached. Suddenly he pushed him hard, preparing to get up.

He didn’t want to explain or face his resentment.

End this dream quickly.

But Chu Yan reacted quickly, grabbed Xi Che’s wrists, pressed him down on the bed again, and kissed him once more.

“…! Let go… let go!”

Chu Yan seemed angry, invading his mouth aggressively. He was utterly unrestrained. Xi Che’s struggle was gradually subdued, leaving only the fierce kiss.

Xi Che absentmindedly looked at the pair of eyes so close, unable to tell if it was cruelty or deep affection.

He heard Chu Yan’s muffled voice:

“I won’t let go anymore.”