Demon Sorcerer: What I Summoned Is Not a Succubus.

If racial discrimination exists among demons, which race will be at the bottom? Is he a sharp-tongued little devil with hidden evil intentions? Is it the original demon who is confused and unable to control himself? Or maybe it's a filthy, foul-smelling demon. But in the eyes of Ivan, a demon warlock, none of the above is true! The one at the bottom of the discrimination chain should be the succubus who jumps out of the demon summoning ritual every day and steals his sacrifices! "What a bunch of damn worms!" As he spoke, Ivan kicked the newly summoned succubus back to the eternal hell. Although she was "rich and generous", she still begged pitifully for favors. But he didn't want these succubi to suck away the little energy left in his body. After all... Ivan turned his head and looked at his mage tower: The red-haired female demon Agadessa was calling him a mortal while roasting the world tree he had just planted. The blue-haired and cold-faced Ice Prison Demon Mezel sat next to him, with a different kind of desire in his arrogant and cold eyes. The cowardly, tall and soul-seducing demon Agatha was looking at the book in her hand quietly, but her tail had already wrapped around Ivan's calf. Amelia, the former paladin who turned into a blood demon, is thinking about how to exploit the loopholes in the contract so that she can control Ivan. "Hey!" Ivan sighed. He has enough "succubi" around him.