What Kind of Demon Lord Has a Succubus Physique?!

Xie Qiuwu is a Demon Lord in name only. Though he owns nothing, his innate demonic bones have secured him a position of power.

He has a secret.

On every full-moon night, his demonic bones grow restless, and the bodily fluids and spiritual energy of someone utterly pure happen to be the perfect nourishment for them.

Unfortunately, before he could secure his position as Demon Lord, a twist of fate sent him undercover into the foremost orthodox sect, where he became the junior fellow disciple of Chonglin Mountain.

Everyone knows that Chonglin Mountain has a cold-blooded killer who can bathe demons in blood with a wave of his hand. His methods are brutal and ruthless, striking fear into the hearts of countless demons.

By an extraordinary coincidence, this heavenly prodigy not only has an utterly pure constitution, but is also the senior brother assigned to keep him in line.

:)

Xie Qiuwu shut his eyes and pinched the spot between his nose and lips. Under the killer’s fearsome authority, he had no choice but to fight his instincts every moment and carefully keep his secret identity from being exposed.

**

Until the full moon hung high in the sky and his demonic bones, suppressed with all his might, began to stir.

Xie Qiuwu looked at the person beside him, quietly reading, and swallowed.

Possessed by temptation, he decided to risk exposing his identity and secretly do something big!

To be safe, he concealed his face and, when Fu Biechen wasn’t looking, gave him a massive dose of drugs and tied him tightly to the bed.

Just one bite... He’d only take one bite... There was no way he’d get caught...

The young demon lord bent over him, unable to suppress his body’s reaction. His sharp fangs rested against the skin at Fu Biechen’s neck, and every breath filled him with the temptation of pure spiritual energy.

But just as he was losing himself, a cool hand suddenly gripped his jaw. Its unyielding strength left him unable to move.

Xie Qiuwu had been enjoying himself, but his whole body stiffened. He instinctively lowered his eyes.

The Immortal Lord Yunya, who should have been asleep with his eyes closed, had opened them at some point. His deep gaze was fixed on Xie Qiuwu, dark currents surging in his eyes.

?!

Xie Qiuwu’s fangs trembled, and he hurriedly shut his eyes.

Only two words remained in his mind:

I’m doomed.

**

Everyone knows that the leader of the orthodox sects on Chonglin Mountain has a stubborn junior fellow disciple.

No matter what outrageous trouble the young man gets into, the leader turns a blind eye and covers for him to the end.

People all suspect that the junior fellow disciple must be some kind of demon, seducing their aloof senior brother day after day.

That is, until the newly enthroned young Demon Lord of the Great Nether Marsh arrives late at the grand ceremony where the orthodox and demonic realms summon spirits.

The whole venue falls silent.

As everyone watches, Xie Qiuwu sits on the high dais and gazes at Immortal Lord Yunya, his eyes glinting.

His lips are moist, his beauty radiant and alluring. He looks just like a bewitching demon stepping out of a painting.

The young Demon Lord raises his cup and smiles carelessly. "Senior Brother, long time no see."

Long time no see?

Fu Biechen’s gaze rests quietly on the glistening sheen of his lips.

They had clearly just seen each other.

*Looks obedient on the outside, grumbles inwardly, petty and vindictive, unruly bottom x overachieving top, aloof but full of double standards, reserved top

*The bottom is exceptionally talented and powerful, but prefers to slack off

*Older top, probably a sweet romance, focused mainly on the relationship with some plot

*Read for fun; written to indulge my preferences. Those with extreme GKS K tastes, please steer clear.

[Next book: pseudo-incest, older top raises younger bottom, and a reunion after a painful separation]

[An Older Brother Cannot Become a Cultivation Partner!]

Ying Shengbai woke after being struck by a bolt of lightning. He looked around in confusion and had lost his memory.

He remembered neither who he was nor where he belonged. After wandering the wilderness like a ghost for three days, he met an immortal.

The immortal was beautiful and kindhearted. Taking pity on him, he brought him home.

Only then did Ying Shengbai learn that this was the founding sect master of the greatest sect in the land, Immortal Lord Buxi.

-

Everyone held Immortal Lord Buxi in high regard and said Ying Shengbai was lucky.

Even Ying Shengbai himself thought so.

Like a newly hatched chick, he was curious about the whole world and often stumbled as he explored his new home.

But no matter how much trouble he caused, the immortal remained calm.

He would bend down, gently brush Ying Shengbai’s cheek with his fingertips, and ask softly, "Did Xiaobai have fun today?"

Ying Shengbai looked up as snow fell all around, dusting the immortal’s shoulders. He nodded emphatically.

The immortal smiled. "Good boy."

He indulged Ying Shengbai without limits, taking care of everything himself.

Bound by their status as "brothers," Ying Shengbai dared not cross the line. The most he dared to do was follow him around like a little shadow and secretly sip from the cup he had used.

Until one night, drunk, he threw himself into the immortal’s arms. His cheeks and eyes were red, and he stammered for ages without managing to say what he wanted.

Ying Bozhou did not interrupt him. He laid a large hand on the young man’s back and gently patted him.

"Xiaobai, there’s no rush. Take your time."

-

Only a handful of people in the world had heard that before entering the Dao, Immortal Lord Buxi had been a beggar with a younger brother who shared his fate.

Alone, he had personally brought his little brother home and raised him.

He watched him blossom, watched him show the first signs of brilliance.

They had shared a bed and been inseparable. Zhuang Bozhou thought they would always be that way.

But no one knew that they had had a terrible fight long ago.

The young man’s feelings were laid bare, only to be cruelly rejected. In a fit of rage, he imprisoned him for five whole days.

For those five days, Zhuang Shengbai lay on top of him, tears streaming as if they cost nothing. Even when he ended up covered in wounds, he was willing to endure it.

When the five days were over, the young man suddenly came to his senses. His eyes red, he still refused to apologize or admit fault, and fled unsteadily.

For the next hundred years, Ying Bozhou never managed to find him.

Until he finally found his precious treasure again.

Theme: Stay true to yourself and never give up