Male Succubus Apocalypse

"People are coming, Xu Heng, why don't you call Vivian for help?" Julie said uncertainly while Xu Heng was still admiring his masterpiece.

Why was she not sure? Because she didn’t know if the call would still be useful.

Every demigod has a different temperament, but what is certain is that they all have a strange side. They have lived for a long time, and their comprehension and cultivation have also gone through a tortuous process. It is difficult to imagine what kind of mental journey they have gone through.

And what Julie was afraid of was not that Vivian would not save Xu Heng, but that An Lingqing did not know Xu Heng's position with Vivian and might not show mercy.

If Xu Heng's actions irritated her.

Hearing Julie's reminder, Xu Heng immediately jumped up. He could not feel An Lingqing approaching at all, because her emotional fluctuations were the smallest he had ever seen in this world, almost non-existent.

At this time, An Lingqing appeared mysteriously with a long sword in his hand, about two meters away from Xu Heng, staring at the completely changed house with an unpredictable look of emotion.

Her body was covered in sweat. Her originally nondescript physique now looked as if it had expanded in size, with veins bulging out and a sense of power.

"Did you renovate it?" An Lingqing asked calmly. Xu Heng was still a little nervous, like a contractor whose project was being inspected.

However, facing An Lingqing's illogical question, Xu Heng could still roughly judge that An Lingqing still had other ideas about his "new house" - except Xu Heng, there was no one else there, so if there were any changes in the house, it must be Xu Heng's work.

When An Lingqing asked this, there must have been ripples in her heart, although it was so subtle that Xu Heng couldn't even notice it.

"Yes... yes, what do you think?" Xu Heng rubbed his hands nervously. He believed in his abilities, but the woman in front of him, who was as indifferent as a cold pond, really made him more and more unsure.

"Well... I really want to know, why do you think I would like such a house?" An Lingqing turned her head and looked at Xu Heng with empty eyes. But it was this look that made Xu Heng, who had been relying on the unique judgment sense of a male succubus to survive for decades, feel very helpless.

She asked, do you like it or not?

Is this question meant to put pressure on me or is it just a question?

How can I answer better?

I dreamed that I was called to the podium by my elementary school teacher and asked for the answer three times in a row. I didn’t know whether to keep the original answer or change it.

What if Lao Deng deliberately wants to teach you a psychology lesson about "sticking to your heart"?

"No, I just used pink and white tones to make the house look cleaner. This way it will look more comfortable. I learned this from humans." Xu Heng started to make up stories. He had no other choice.

I have to avoid the question. Since you asked me how to judge, I would say it is not a judgment, it is just for other functionality...wait!

What she asked was, "Why do you think I would 'like' a house like this?" So that's it. Don't panic then! Tsk, it seems I am still a little too guilty...

"Oh, is that so? No wonder I like it so much." An Lingqing nodded, then turned her head, jumped two or three steps, and walked into the house.

call--

The heavy stone in my heart has finally fallen. The way this girl asks questions is so oppressive!

Then, Xu Heng also turned into a lackey and followed respectfully - yes, now I am the salesperson Xu who takes people to see houses!

An Lingqing looked around like a curious baby, then came to a mural of Sanrio animals having a picnic, looked at Xu Heng and asked, "Why did you draw this?"

"Because this is a painting by an artist from the human world, I imitated it to add some artistic sense. If you don't like it, I can erase it..." Xu Heng said this deliberately.

"No, no need. You've already painted it, and it does have a unique style." An Lingqing said suddenly, her appearance still maintaining an indifferent look, but she looked at the painting for a long time, so long that she seemed a little dazed.

Did she think that her pretense of appreciating art could escape my notice?

Now, under Xu Heng's perception, An Lingqing, this abnormal person, finally, finally, finally showed a little fluctuation!

Although it was like a tiny wave on the endless sea, and it was fleeting, Xu Heng was sure that it was the feeling of happiness!

Steady!

"Lord An Lingqing, what else do you think we should do with it?" Xu Heng asked, pressing his lips.

"Hmm..." An Lingqing seemed to be a little slow in reacting. Perhaps she was really interested in the painting on the wall. After a few seconds, she looked in the direction Xu Heng indicated with his hand.

"Shh-"

There was a flash of silver light, and Xu Heng couldn't even see whether An Lingqing moved or not. In a trance, it seemed as if the moonlight was thicker. Between opening and closing his eyes, the things that were neatly arranged in front of the house, which Xu Heng thought An Lingqing might need, had disappeared without a trace.

"Julie, what's going on?"

"She used her fighting spirit to crush those things into powder. It's normal operation."

"Can it crush me into that shape in an instant?"

"Yes, that's why I told you not to commit suicide. But you are still alive now. I am more surprised than you are..."

With a chill down his spine, Xu Heng felt as if he had just brushed shoulders with death. It turned out that in this fantasy world, the most direct combat power still depends on the warriors!

He finally realized that he had just walked on the edge of a knife. It was hard for the girl herself to guess. Wasn't this just a pure case of "Red Bull"?

The big sister is quite direct. Don't chop it directly. No wonder it can "split the house"...

"You did a great job. Vivian is right. You are a very good servant." An Lingqing turned around and looked up at Xu Heng, who was still a little confused. Regardless of how far away he was, he said to himself, "I heard that you know massage and are very good. Let's have a try."

"Okay." Xu Heng couldn't say anything else. "Then I want to ask you, what kind of food do you like? I can prepare a meal for you after the massage."

"It's all right. You've done so much work today. You don't have to do it. I'm not as greedy as Vivian." An Lingqing said, and walked around Xu Heng and went deep into the house - there was a smaller room inside, with a mattress and a quilt. It should be An Lingqing's bedroom.

Xu Heng replaced the bedding in this bedroom with a beige one, with a cushion with small patterns and a fluffy pink quilt - a bit like a blanket, but the wool of the blanket is flannel, and the one prepared for An Lingqing is lambskin which feels better.

When Xu Heng saw these beddings and blankets, he was actually very surprised. He was amazed at the dyeing technology of the other world. He could only say that it was worthy of Sword and Magic, and could only be described as fantasy.

He wouldn't want to understand how to use magic to integrate industry, the thought of it would make his brain confused.

Before Xu Heng could say anything else, An Lingqing slipped away like a loach without waiting at all. Xu Heng had to quickly chase after her.

I saw An Lingqing enter the bedroom, and after looking around for a few more times, he stepped on the bedding - there were no footprints on the floor since An Lingqing came in, so his feet should not be dirty.

The cold sea stirred again. She probably liked the bedding Xu Heng arranged for her.

Little friends—Xu Heng thought.

Suddenly, An Lingqing started to remove the bandage on her chest, which frightened Xu Heng so much that he said in a high voice: "Master An Lingqing, there is no need to remove it!"

"Don't you need it?" An Lingqing paused, turned his head mechanically, blinked, and asked in confusion.

No way, you really don't care about gender, do you? Or are you really a child? Innocent and naive? At least respect me a little, the silly girl in my mind keeps mocking me...

"Um... you should be injured now, right? If it's a full body massage, you need to lie upside down, which will press on the wound..." Before Xu Heng finished speaking, An Lingqing continued to unbutton her hands and turned on Xu Heng's high volume switch: "Besides! And - massaging with injuries is not good for recovery and is not conducive to the massage effect."

It seems that she doesn't care about her body at all. She doesn't think that massage can restore her physical strength so that she can practice again? - This comes from the stereotype that "soldiers are all practice fanatics" that Julie has about Xu Heng.

This won't work, the wound is too deep!

After saying that, An Lingqing hesitated for a moment. However, facing someone who had just gone to practice something even though he had suffered such a serious injury, Xu Heng added another chip: "We can actually do mental massage, which can relax the body and mind without causing new damage to the body."

One reason was that he didn't want An Lingqing to have any health problems, and there was also Vivian's previous instruction to him - these hands could only serve Vivian. Xu Heng agreed, and he was not a person who would easily break his promise.

The premise is that, on the surface, he and Vivian are still in a master-servant relationship.

Facing Vivian's friends, Xu Heng would not use Vivian as a shield. This is the professional quality of a professional servant! To prevent An Lingqing from getting upset, his perception ability is now out of order, so he has to be more careful in this regard.

"Mental massage?" An Lingqing tilted his head and asked.

"That's right, mental massage! You can try it!" Xu Heng was very confident.

"how should I do?"

"Just lie down normally, but this massage needs to go deep into your ears. Is that okay with you?"

Without answering, An Lingqing made the sword disappear, flicked her ponytail, let her hair fall, then threw off the quilt and lay down quickly.

She stood very dignified and straight, and covered herself tightly with the quilt, which made Xu Heng stunned.

"Let's start." An Lingqing added after lying down.

Huh? Are you so confident and bold? Am I too reserved? No, this is the first time we meet, right?

Abnormal brain program

Forget it...

"I will move your head during the massage. Should that be okay?" Xu Heng still had to ask more questions.

"Please feel free to do so." An Lingqing replied briefly.

You... I... feel uncomfortable being treated as a proper waiter...

"You said before that you couldn't feel her emotional fluctuations, right?" Julie, who felt like she had survived a disaster, regained her mood.

Because of Xu Heng's various frightening behaviors and sudden changes, she did not tell Xu Heng the results of her thinking in time.

"I thought you didn't know the answer and deliberately changed the subject." Xu Heng was speechless and finally stopped pretending to be dead.

"I don't know? Who am I? How could I not know?"

"You know, you know, then just tell me!"

"Hiss——" For hundreds of years! No one has treated me like this! "Many high-ranking warriors will deliberately hone their minds until they can hide their emotions in order to reveal fewer flaws in battle." But there was no way, Xu Heng still had the power of life and death over her.

As early as the beginning, Julie thought every day that when the contract could be terminated in the future, she would do this or that (bloody, violent and cruel) to Xu Heng.

She was about to go crazy thinking about it every day. In order not to get angry to death because of the huge gap between reality and fantasy, she decided to endure it.

When she has the chance, she will definitely teach Xu Heng a lesson! She can’t let him die! She must make his life worse than death! I will bide my time, so you just wait for me!

"Hide? Does An Lingqing need to hide from a weakling like me?"

"Her situation is very special. The warrior is hiding, but she is only calm on the surface. Her emotions are still fluctuating. After all, she is a living person. If even you can't sense her, then there must be other problems."

"Can you get to the point? You've been beating around the bush and it's almost the same as saying nothing!"

"Tsk, be patient! She might have practiced some fighting skills to reach the 'ruthless' realm. However, usually, only assassins practice these skills!"

Julie immediately started to roar like a lion, with each word getting louder and louder.

Xu Heng was so shocked by the shouting that he just took out the ear spoon from his space ring, but he dropped it in pain.

"Stop! Stop! It's my fault! It's my fault!" Xu Heng couldn't shake Julie's Happy Cup now. For the sake of the overall situation, he decided to beg for mercy first. "What is the ruthless realm?"

"It's an extreme state of mind. Although it's mentioned in combat techniques, there are very few people who can actually achieve it. Such people are usually monsters. They have abandoned themselves and devoted themselves to the terrifying state of mind of combat techniques."

So, is she?

When Xu Heng picked up the earpick, he made eye contact with An Lingqing who was looking at him curiously.

Abandon the self? But isn't it the self that wants to be strong? -- The thought flashed through his mind and then disappeared.

Now let’s clean this kid’s ears first.

Ruthless? Her? Is it possible?

Xu Heng recalled the setting of the "ruthless way" mentioned in the novel of his previous life...

They are just kids, but there are still ripples of emotions, right?

"Then I'll officially start." Xu Heng said, and then realized a problem - what angle should he find to dig?

Forget it. Big sister isn’t that pampered anyway, so I’ll just be more casual with her.

Xu Heng simply lay down and faced An Lingqing's ear in a crawling posture.

There were no special tools for cleaning ears in the other world. Xu Heng picked around in Jincheng and only found things like goose feather sticks and tweezers. He even asked Quess to have someone make an ear rake for him.

This so-called spiritual massage was originally intended to be given to the male succubi when the time was right to add color to the service, but unfortunately it was called back to the Mage Tower in advance.

The inspiration must have come from the original world. To be honest, Xu Heng had never learned it before - there were not even any tools in this world, and he couldn't figure it out on his own.

With the opening of the pub, when encountering customers seeking massage, there are actually some resistance issues, because some people are born not to like being touched by others, just like him.

Therefore, it is necessary to develop a set of alternative massage techniques.

Xu Heng would occasionally use slime to control himself in the tavern - this way he would have the illusion that someone was cleaning his ears, which was closer to the feeling of the person having his ears cleaned - to do experiments on himself. After going through the test of almost puncturing his eardrum, he could say he had achieved some small success.

Unexpectedly, I’m using it now!