Male Succubus Apocalypse

Foreword:

The sunlight on the street was warm and dazzling, which was quite uncomfortable for Xu Heng, who had not been out for five years.

The flowing crowds and the bustling noise made Xu Heng feel uncomfortable.

Life in the juvenile detention center had smoothed his character. He had studied hard and abided by the rules just to be able to apply for parole and go home early to reunite with his mother and sister.

But when he really could walk outside with big strides, he became even more timid and cowered in his heart.

He missed out on good times, missed out on social changes, and lost many opportunities in life.

It's like a photo placed in a corner, which has become yellow and covered with cobwebs after being forgotten.

But he never regretted it. Even if he had the chance to do it again, he would still fight back against that beast.

The breeze blew, as if blowing the sunlight away. Faintly, he saw a floating white dress, like rolling waves, holy and beautiful.

It was not because he had not seen the opposite sex for too long in the juvenile detention center that he was ignorant, but because he keenly sensed that something was wrong.

The graceful figure walked gently across the road, but the light was red.

There was no cascade of soft hair on the long skirt, but a bald head.

Before Xu Heng had time to think, he just dropped the luggage in his hand and walked quickly forward to reach the woman who looked very similar to his sister.

Cars honked, people shouted, and birds were startled.

Just like when he killed his stepfather with a knife, his blood rushed to his head, his body was not connected to his consciousness, but he just did what he expected.

He reached out his hand and risked his life to push the woman away.

"My life may not have any more hope, but I hope you can at least move forward for me."

Xu Heng thought so and took the blame, and was hit by a speeding car and thrown more than ten meters away.

Blood spurted out of his mouth like an arrow, and great pain spread throughout his body. He could not feel his own body, but only felt that his nerves were connected to a box that emitted pain.

Soon the pain and perception disappeared, and a phantom black fog gradually surged in front of my eyes. My body felt colder and colder, and fear and unwillingness filled my heart.

"If I could live my life over again, I would like to live quietly..."

Suddenly, a purple-black pentagram appeared in his mind, and then Xu Heng lost all consciousness.

As he was about to die, he murmured to the blurry shadow in front of him, "Just live your life."

……

Some people are born with a silver spoon in their mouth, while others cannot even get enough milk.

But if we say that the parents have worked hard, gained wealth and left it to their descendants, to some extent, it is equality for the hard-working parents. They have the right to let their descendants enjoy the resources they have earned and work hard to love the people they love.

But in the continent of Kelins, where even races are divided into different levels, innate inequality has become a cruel fact that has nothing to do with struggle and inheritance.

As a human of the Dark Iron Clan, the life span is only a hundred years, while the orcs and dwarves of the Bronze Clan can live for more than two hundred years. They are strong and have their own specialties.

Not to mention the silver elves who are born with magical bodies, can communicate with nature, and have come from ancient times.

As for dragons and Titans? Just like their racial status - the golden race, they were not born with a golden key, but were born in a gold mine. They are carefree, full of military power, and full of wisdom. Under the gods, they have few rivals.

Our fellow Earth native Xu Heng was reincarnated into this world where differences are inherently present. Fortunately, he was reincarnated into a demon clan, whose lowest racial rank is bronze.

They are also a descendant of the "military strategist" clan among demons, which is known for its wisdom and cunning. They are born into the silver clan of middle-level demons - the succubus clan.

But unfortunately, he is a male succubus.

Why is it the "head"? Because in the succubus society, women are respected. Although male succubus are stronger in close combat than female succubus, they do not have the innate talents of succubus - "charm" and "spirit absorption". Instead, they have the useless ability of "soul perception".

To put it simply, it means feeling the changes in emotions.

In a society, the more valuable party will naturally receive priority in support, and male succubi will naturally become slaves of female succubi. In addition to doing odd jobs and serving, they even have to serve as backup food to replenish their essence.

Not only does he have a low status and cannot get the resources to practice, but his life is also in the hands of the succubus. He is almost no different from a pen of pigs.

The adulthood of a succubus is forty years old, and the prime of life is sixty years old, but many male succubi do not even live past the age of twenty. They clearly have a lifespan of five hundred years or even a thousand years, but they die like mayflies, which makes people sigh at the abnormality of the world.

But Xu Heng is different. He has achieved a milestone in the lifespan of male succubi over the past hundreds or even thousands of years - forty years old!

Let us turn the camera and officially focus on the twelfth layer among the eighteen layers of the abyss - the Succubus's Nest.

The elk's nest is not on the surface of the abyss which is already overflowing with magma, nor is it in the sky filled with yellow and red mist that many demons like, but underground.

The nest that is dug in the east and connected in the west embodies the succubus's nesting concept of having three burrows.

Concealment, easy to escape, easy to defend and difficult to attack are the concepts commonly recognized by succubi. In fact, most powerful succubi will choose to open up a dimensional space to build their nests, and only then will they choose a corner of the abyss.

But if we look at the whole continent from a broad perspective, Xu Heng's master, a sixth-level demon baron who practices both magic and martial arts, is already a strong man with the ability to stand on his own feet, which is enough to show how powerful the succubus race is.

The nest was not overly decorated, with animal skins and hands and feet at most. The most conspicuous things were the handcuffs and shackles, the whip, the guillotine, and the cold prison cell.

These things that are daunting to the outside world, in the eyes of succubi, are symbols of power and control, and are objects that make the demons feel at ease.

The collection room is filled with not only the heads of powerful men of various races that are loved by demons - most of those collected by succubus are quite handsome - but also "peripherals" of various races and sizes.

When you come to the lounge, you will immediately hear the lewd and unrestrained sounds of men and women enjoying themselves. Such sounds are like the background music of a nest, echoing almost day and night, and cannot be fully expressed by the words "singing and dancing every night".

It should be "revelry day and night".

Each succubus has a completely different way of playing, as evidenced by the various props that can be seen everywhere. Coupled with the succubus' innate ability to transform, it can be said that there are a wide variety of ways to play. However, most of the "essence vessels" captured here often cannot survive the first round of absorption.

If that were the case, it would be fine, but in order to squeeze out the last bit of value, the pharmacy dispensed "attack speed potion", which would ultimately give the "vessels" an experience worse than death.

The male succubi, who knew the temperament of female succubi well and that they were gentle on the outside but wild on the inside, would tremble in their legs when passing by the lounge, for fear that they would be called in to serve together, and nothing would happen next.

At the deepest part of the nest, there is a room with tiles, golden walls, and phantom chandeliers. That is the bedroom of the ruler of this nest, Lady America Houston (Baron).

Countless powerful men have fallen here. From the refreshing chants at the beginning, they would eventually turn into sad howls and pleas for mercy.

At this time, the screams in the bedroom began to gradually disappear. The human strongman, the leader of the sixth-level swordsman "Moon Knights" finally fell under the pomegranate skirt, which was a pity.

The red and blue-haired succubus sisters guarding the door were already feeling extremely bored.

They were wearing revealing black leather jackets that only covered the triangular area of ​​their upper bodies, revealing a pair of snow-white long legs. Their seductive curves were fully exposed, and their huge, almost uncapped peaks were dazzling. Their delicate faces revealed the playfulness of wild cats and fatigue with the boring situation at the time.

At this moment, they are like bored kittens looking for fun. Whoever meets them will be in trouble.

"rustle"

The sound of rustling footsteps was heard in the dark passage, as if the owner of the footsteps was hesitating and worried.

The two sisters twitched their ears, wanting to take a closer look, and smiled, knowing that fun was about to begin.

"Who's there!" Lilia, the red-haired sister with a quicker and more violent temper, took the lead in attacking.

"Now is the time for the pigs (male succubi) to be grounded!" The colder sister Mickey is better at using rules to rule people.

In the traditional concept of female succubi, low-level male succubi are no longer of the same race as themselves, and are not even "demons".

But when the male succubus walked out of the shadows, slightly bent over and carefully holding a hard drive - on the silver plate was a bottle of pink potion and a bowl of yellow soup - wearing only a pair of black underwear and a transparent gauze dress, the two sisters immediately lost interest.

Just because this is the ugliest succubus in the entire nest, even in the succubus race, and also the only special male succubus that cannot be moved in this nest: Sewell.

"My lords, I'm here to bring food and aphrodisiacs to the Baroness." Sewell had long black hair that was slightly curled at the ends and reached his shoulders. His face was delicate and energetic. His body was not strong, but refined. He was not ugly in the outside world, but in the succubus race with countless handsome men and beautiful women, he was the epitome of ugliness!

"Tsk, it's you. What dish are you making this time? The Baroness hasn't finished yet. You wait here first." Lilia pouted her rosy little lips, her interest declined, and said unhappily.

Sewell didn't say anything. He held the silver plate with one hand and reached behind him with the other hand, pulling out a small package wrapped in brown paper from somewhere.

"This is the biscuit I baked specially for you two. It is made of Hellberry and Lava Blue Fruit preserves. Please inform the Lady Baroness." Sewell said humbly, "Otherwise, the broth will get cold and the Lady Baroness will not be happy."

Hearing this, the two sisters' faces changed a little. Lilia frowned, Mi Qi stamped her feet, and finally relented.

"Got it. You're so thoughtful. I'll go inform the Baroness and ask her to send the biscuits over first." Lilia continued.

So Sewell bent over and slowly came in front of the two of them, without looking at them, and just maintained his original posture. The two sisters ignored him, with light in their eyes, they grabbed the brown paper bag, and began to take out small biscuits that looked like cookies, and ate them without caring about their image.

After finishing the meal, he didn't say thank you or anything like that. He used magic to ignite the brown paper in his hand. Lilia said with satisfaction, "You are worthy of your cooking skills, Sewell. Every dish is so delicious that I have never tasted in my life!"

Mi Qi's cold face also melted into a smile and asked, "What's the origin of this broth of yours?"

"This broth is made from the neck meat and whip of a killed three-headed dog. It is paired with various herbs and has the effects of beautifying the skin, replenishing blood and benefiting essence." Sewell first introduced it slowly, and then lowered his voice and said, "There was some left when I made it. If you two adults need it, I will bring it to you later."

The two sisters were very satisfied with Sewell's wise behavior. It was rare to find a male demon like Sewell who could have a personal conversation with the female succubi.

To a large extent, it is because he is a good cook and has the "unique skill" of serving people. If the cooking skill of the elves is primitive, eating raw meat and drinking blood, then the cooking skill of the devil is wild, eating raw food. A devil like Sewell who can bake biscuits and then make broth is rare in the entire demon world.

"You wait here, we will go and ask the Baroness for instructions." Lilia nodded, and together with Mi Qi, she opened the door behind them and walked in.