Male Succubus Apocalypse

It was a war that came suddenly.

I only remember that I was just a little princess of a small country's royal family.

All the great powers or other countries that stood in our way were shattered.

The country and land that I love so much are also subject to this fate.

The orcs' attack was too fast, so fast that it was impossible to stop them. Their brothers died in battle one after another. The orcs stepped on the corpses of their father's warriors. It seemed that the front line was collapsing like a receding tide. They advanced in a unstoppable force and filed in.

They surrounded the capital and caught the father, who had misjudged the so-called stupid orcs, off guard.

Not only were the orcs not stupid, they were actually smart. They did not kill innocent people indiscriminately, nor did they kill the wrong prisoners. Instead, they held them under the city walls, allowing the soldiers defending the city to hear their cries and pleas day and night. This kind of tactic of defeating the enemy without fighting has only been seen in military textbooks.

The warriors' blood could not be aroused. They were besieged and unable to get supplies. They were suffering both mentally and physically. This city could not be defended.

My father and my brothers who share the same royal blood have long been prepared to perish with the country. They do not intend to surrender to the orcs in exchange for a miserable life like other cowardly countries.

I was only eight years old at that time and I was not afraid at all. Even though I have forgotten the name of my country and the past of my royal family, I still have the spirit of never giving up.

As long as I am with my family, my people, and my soldiers, why should I, as the youngest princess, be afraid?

However, my father did not give me the opportunity to live and die with everyone. Before the dawn of the desperate charge, he summoned a "friend".

He was an old man with a very long goatee and gray eyebrows that hung down to cover his eyes. He was hunched over and wore a funny light blue pajamas with a star pattern. He walked slowly with a cane, and his hair was so long that it even dragged on the ground.

My father asked him to take me away, and I thought at that time: go? Where can I go? With this old man?

Yes, he really took me away and brought me to a huge, boundless library in the blink of an eye. It was as if the eight years I had lived in the palace were a dream.

The old man said he was called "Old Man Time" because everyone called him that. His name, age and even family have all been forgotten. He said he has lived for at least ten thousand years, but I don't believe it.

I cried and made a fuss, wanting to go back. Even if it meant death, I was willing to face it. I shouted and cursed, "Since you can live so long and are a wizard, why can't you save my country?"

The old man ignored me. When I collapsed on the ground due to exhaustion, he said that he had a past relationship with my great ancestor and that was why he was able to preserve a trace of his bloodline for him.

His position is just like his name "Old Man Time" - time is neutral, all living things cannot avoid it, and time will not care for or abuse any life.

History is like pages of a book. To old man Time, it is visible and tangible, but he will never interfere even though he is in it.

Then, I gave up and gave up going back. Old Man Time made me an offer I couldn't refuse: I wanted to learn magic under his guidance.

At the time, this was a chance for revenge for me. Yes, if I go back now, I can't do anything, but maybe when I become stronger...

Sadness, pain, and helplessness eventually turned into the motivation for me to frantically acquire knowledge. I threw myself into magic and research, and I couldn't stop.

Old Man Time called me a genius and became my only “relative” from then on.

There is no sun or moon, no stars, no time, and no fun in the library. Whenever I think I have learned a lot and plan to go out, old man Time always asks me new questions.

Finally, I was still lost in the knowledge, unable to extricate myself. I didn’t know what rank I was at or what my real strength was. It was just that whenever I faced Old Man Time, I felt extremely weak.

So, over and over again, I understood time, space, the true meaning of magic, and finally I became a demigod.

Old Man Time finally let me go and finally told me the truth.

I practiced in a place called "Time Study" for a full 150 years, but he controlled my perception of the outside world and made me feel that only about 20 years had passed.

And my soul, under the effect of this spell, remains young.

Should I hate this man who has deceived me for 150 years? I can't, because his kindness is beyond repayment.

But the moment I walked out of the library, I felt alienated from the whole world, as if I had never existed in this world. The feeling of strangeness turned into drops of unspeakable tears, gushing out of my eyes.

Hatred? Family? Future? Everything seemed to be separated from me by a barrier. I didn't even know how my father died. After one hundred and fifty years, my impression of his face had become blurred.

It's not as simple as thinking that I slept for two hours, but actually slept for a whole day. I slept for a century.

The cowardice of humans that I hated in the past has now been covered up by the bravery of the Saint Ron Empire. The scattered and brutal invasion of the orcs in the past has now been replaced by an image of unity and mutual help.

Not only did I lose a hundred and fifty years of time, I also lost my past self.

Loneliness, infinite loneliness, not just the loneliness of a hundred years. My family abandoned me to the future, and the world abandoned me to the past. The old man who has lived too long will never understand that the panic he has endured for ten thousand years is unacceptable to ordinary people.

I can't face him. I want to hate him but I can't. I want to put some kind of responsibility on him, but after a hundred years of living together, how can I eliminate the bond between him and me? I can't do it. I can't do anything for the world, for myself, and for old man Time.

I have lost the ability to maintain normal relationships with others. I don’t know what behavior is right and what behavior is wrong. As long as it makes me happy, that’s enough. In this world, all I see is myself…

Oh yes, there is also the cat that smells like grass. It was also abandoned by someone. It has no memory or past, and is covered with scars, just like me.

The moment Julie couldn't recognize him, I knew that he was ultimately a mystery, at least I just couldn't get the answer, and he had no way of knowing the logic of solving the problem.

But he still laughed and cried, calculated and thought, so vivid, so happy, made me happy, made me ashamed, stayed by my side, never left, willing to give for me, he thought I saved him, but maybe, he would save me...

Family, can I consider him family? I don’t know, I don’t really know…

Maybe, it's all just a dream?

……

Xu Heng stood quietly beside Vivian, frowning, watching the tears dripping from the corners of her eyes.

What's wrong? This is...

"Julie, could it be that your scepter made Vivian cry?" Xu Heng was not clear about the situation.

"Hahaha, I think so too. My spiritual studies are not that easy to comprehend!" Julie started to boast.

"When she's in a bad mood and takes it out on me or something, just wait for me to take it out on you too!"

"No, Xu Heng! Can you blame me for this?"

Xu Heng wanted to continue teasing Julie, but he saw Vivian's eyelashes move, and then she opened her slightly red and moist eyes.

Not wanting to offend, Xu Heng quickly picked up a covered plate from the dining cart beside him and opened it. The aroma instantly filled the whole room. Then he said with a smile, "Master, I have prepared a steak for you. I will let Xiao Shi serve you. I will go get you some toiletries..."

As he said this, Xu Heng thought, you can't find fault with me now, right? Then he planned to slip away first, let Vivian, who might be in a bad mood after waking up, calm down, and then come back.

As a result, just as Xu Heng put the plate on the head of the mercury slime next to him - this was his contracted beast, so that he could control it well to serve Vivian, and he changed into a new suit - he was about to turn around and leave, but was hugged around the waist.

"Don't go..." Vivian hugged Xu Heng and buried her head in front of him. Her tiny voice sounded like the gurgling of water.

"Master... Master?" Xu Heng's mind stopped working, but it was not because of the inexplicable situation at the moment, but because his body's stress response had exploded!

Nausea, chest tightness, shortness of breath, and fear, just like some people are born unable to accept sticky touch! Or they are born afraid of spiders and snakes, but they are thrown on their bodies and have a close contact.

What to do? What to do? What to do!

Xu Heng felt dizzy, and suddenly, an idea came to him.

Next, you will see Xu Heng making an outrageous and surprising move in this world - his trembling hands stopped shaking, his tense waist was no longer tense, and instead he took the opportunity to use his hands to gently rub and soothe Vivian's head.

"Are you having a nightmare? I'm here, I'm here." Xu Heng said gently, running his hand down her hair and gently patting Vivian's back.

Then you will discover a problem, Xu Heng's eyes are closed.

He is now hallucinating a person in his mind, that is his sister. He is recalling the scene before coming into this world, when his sister slept with him as a child and cried and sought comfort from him.

Ever since he was reincarnated, no, it should be said that since he was sent to the juvenile detention center, he has treated the beautiful memories of every minute and every second with his family as an old movie that he never gets tired of watching. He plays it over and over in his mind. Whenever he is in pain, he can look it up and use it as a comfort.

No matter how fearful he is, he won't be afraid if it's his sister or the family member he misses day and night, but he can't look at her face or appearance, otherwise his fantasy might be broken.

Faced with the two choices of possible vomiting caused by PTSD and bravely comforting Vivian, he chose the latter. He couldn't just push her away, could he?

And what about Vivian?

Her situation is not much better than Xu Heng's:

When life looks back like a dream, the moment you wake up from this dream, you see someone waiting by your side, getting food, and saying that he is ready to take care of you, regardless of whether you will be touched or not.

Vivian was dazzled and had hallucinations, as if the deepest memories in her heart were awakened - when a person is extremely tired, how can he not think about the beautiful memories? - It was as if she was in the palace and slept in, and her mother came to her window with food and called her to wake up.

Before we could distinguish fantasy from reality, or even be moved, that familiar figure was about to turn around and leave, and no one could stand by and watch.

So Vivian made such a move.

But then she smelled the familiar scent of herbs, and she was sure it was Xu Heng! - His waist was quite thin and soft, and if she smelled it carefully, it smelled good too...

Wait, now is not the time to think about this! What should I do next? Carry him up! How can I continue to play the role of a calm owner? Where will my face be?

Now, Weiwei didn't dare to look up. She had to find an excuse for herself. She couldn't say that she treated Xu Heng as her mother, right? This... Anyway, she felt that it would be a loss of image...

A super demigod misses his mother! Unacceptable!

Then hug me first, and I'll think of a reason! - Vivian also realized that she hadn't hugged for a long time...

But soon, the touch on her hair made her body shudder—Ah? Xu Heng! How dare you?

It’s over, it’s over. It seems that I have been too indulgent to the kitten!

But Vivian could not deny that she enjoyed Xu Heng's comfort and hug. For a lonely person who was thirsty for knowledge, it was like a clear spring flowing into the desert.

For a hundred years, Vivian had been studying and practicing. She was actually not mature enough in terms of emotions and thoughts. What's more, the magic of Old Man Time had dulled her senses, but kept her soul young, and she was not numb to time and herself at all.

Simply put, it is still a psychological age that is particularly in need of love, an age when children can be naughty and not care about the consequences.

"Don't cry, don't cry. It won't look good if you keep crying. Be good. I'll get you some water to wash your face. I'll comb your hair later and make it beautiful!" Xu Heng unexpectedly held Vivian's face and wiped her tears skillfully. He then broke free from Vivian's stiff embrace and walked away with a stiff body.

When I got to the door, I bumped into the wall because I wasn't looking at the road, and then I groped my way out.

Vivian was left shocked, looking at Xu Heng closing the door. Before she could think of an excuse, Xu Heng resolved the awkward situation with a move.

A thought came to my mind - Xu Heng, is he too skilled? It's like he's facing another person...

Could it be that before his memory was reorganized... No, no, Xu Heng said that he had taken care of the little succubus! So that's it!

It's over! My lifelong reputation! Being treated like a child by a servant!

While Vivian was blushing on the bed, thinking about how to get back at him—this silly girl hadn’t even realized that she was in that bedroom…

After closing the door, Xu Heng collapsed and squatted against the wall.

"Xu Heng, ah Xu Heng, you are great! You have turned from passive to active! I take back what I said before, you are worthy of being a succubus!" Julie praised in his mind with a smile.

"Shut up! I think Vivian is just a little girl having a nightmare. She was too embarrassed to look up after hugging her. I can sense emotions! I'm not that ignorant!" Xu Heng felt like he had survived a catastrophe. He couldn't walk for the time being. His waist was numb and very sensitive. "I don't know how to explain this to Vivian when I get back..."

Just now, Xu Heng acted entirely on the basis of muscle memory. His brain was no longer functioning. He finally understood why in the original world, in anime, characters would just stand there stupidly when they saw a car hitting them.

My body is over-stressed! I have given up thinking!