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Chapter 3 — I Know What You Want
“Wait!”
Su Cheng raised her hand and pressed it against the man’s chest.
His skin was scorching—heat radiating off him in waves. Even through the fabric, it was obvious, almost enough to burn her fingertips.
Demons were rarely seen in the Northern Continent.
This was land controlled by the Church, where followers of the Dark God were strictly forbidden from entering.
Not to mention places like Jinpo City, which housed massive cathedral-temples of the Church, filled with elite holy clerics.
Among them were more than a few capable of sensing and tracking demonic auras.
Large temples even contained teleportation arrays, said to connect directly to the Holy City. In an instant, they could summon a host of extraordinary strongmen.
If necessary… even lower-ranking deities from the divine realm itself.
Su Cheng didn’t know what the original novel’s demon supporting female character had come here for, how she’d been caught by the Church—or how she’d escaped.
Maybe it was explained later, but she’d skipped chapters when buying access.
What she did know was that after Lin Yun got entangled with that woman, it triggered a chain of endless trouble.
“You need to… have relations with someone. I get that,” Su Cheng said cautiously. “But why come to my place? Why me?”
The demon leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.
“There’s something about you,” he said irritably. “A faint aura. Weak, but enough that I instinctively teleported here. It’s my first time on a human continent—I just picked the least terrible option.”
Su Cheng: “?”
Something about her?
She had already searched herself thoroughly—there was absolutely no bracelet on her.
The demon slowly opened his eyes. Sweat slid down his sharp jaw, dripping onto his firm, defined chest.
“…Mage,” he said coldly, “do you not know how to do it?”
“Who says I don’t!” Su Cheng reflexively shot back. “I just—you’re like this already! What if something goes wrong?”
The demon stared at her with ice-blue eyes.
“You can’t do it,” he said flatly.
Before she could respond, the tail wrapped around her waist suddenly tightened.
In an instant, he leaned in.
Hot breath brushed her neck, and then—something wet and warm.
A long, flexible tongue slid across her skin.
It was scorching, almost like molten iron, tracing along the thin surface of her neck, pressing against the pulse beneath.
“You’re a wind-element resonance user?” the demon murmured. “I have wind attributes too… in that case…”
His lips followed, pressing against her bare shoulder and neck.
The tongue withdrew.
Then sharp teeth grazed her skin.
“…Blood works too. Faster, even.”
He bit down.
Su Cheng shuddered.
It didn’t exactly hurt. The bite was light—almost careful, almost gentle—as he drew her blood.
But as he licked and drank at the same time, the wound grew strange: itchy, tingling, strangely sensitive. A faint pleasure even rose from the mixed sensation.
Electric currents seemed to spread along her spine. Her weakening waist collapsed—but the tail held her firmly in place.
The black tail’s bony blade, previously resting against her thigh, suddenly lifted and swayed in the air—almost… happily.
Like a dog wagging after getting a bone.
Su Cheng’s thoughts drifted hazily.
“…Done.”
After a while, the demon finally let go and released her. He licked his lips in satisfaction.
The markings on his face faintly shifted, and his blue eyes brightened.
“You’re okay now?” Su Cheng asked, getting up.
Suddenly, the demon lashed his tail again and pulled her back—lifting her entirely onto the desk.
He leaned in.
One leg pressed between hers, one hand braced beside her, pinning her in place as he looked down at her.
Then he bit his own finger.
His palm was large, his bones sharply defined. His claws slowly retracted into normal nails, and dark red-black blood welled from the wound.
He smeared it directly onto her lips.
Dark crimson stains spread messily across her mouth like careless brushstrokes. His rough fingers pressed and rubbed insistently, forcing her soft lips to redden under the pressure.
Su Cheng let out a small uncomfortable sound, turning her head instinctively—only for him to grip her cheek and force her back.
“Drink,” the demon said lowly.
“…Huh?” Su Cheng blinked. “This helps me too?”
“The blood of a succubus can suppress curses related to desire,” he said. “One dose will hold it off for ten days or half a month.”
He paused.
“But if you don’t have a curse… it’s poison.”
Without hesitation, Su Cheng grabbed his hand and leaned in, drinking.
Warm liquid flooded her throat.
Her eyes widened instantly.
Power surged through the blood—an immediate, invigorating force. Heat spread through her limbs like wildfire.
But beneath it came a sharp, prickling sting, like needles scattered through her body—before converging toward her back.
The demon’s toxic energy and the curse inside her began to cancel each other out.
A dizzying sense of pleasure rose.
It felt like sinking into a hot mist-filled spring, every pore opening as warmth soaked into her flesh.
And then—
She heard laughter.
Soft, layered laughter. Male and female voices overlapping—high, low, sharp, husky—intertwining strangely into one unified sound.
Like a signal from another dimension, pulling her consciousness into an unknown realm.
Su Cheng: “!”
Wind element spirits.
She saw them.
They drifted around her, running through the air. Pale green shadows flickered faintly, and in the distance—tiny red sparks.
Fire element spirits.
In a room with open windows but no lit hearth, wind spirits should have dominated, while fire spirits should have been rare—almost nonexistent.
And yet she could see them.
Without casting magic. Without entering meditation.
Her perception of elemental spirits had clearly increased.
…Maybe only temporarily.
But even so, it was intoxicating.
She drank more greedily.
Her tongue traced the wound at his hand, licking repeatedly, even biting lightly to force out more blood.
Human lips were soft and slightly cool compared to his body.
The demon’s eyes widened slightly. His expression shifted. His wings flexed behind him, and his tail began to move again.
The girl clung to his wrist, sucking at his finger—licking, biting, drinking without pause. Her amber eyes shimmered with intoxicated pleasure.
The demon stared down at her.
His hand tightened unconsciously on the desk, veins rising under his skin.
His gaze deepened.
He lifted his hand slightly—as if to grab her—then stopped.
Instead, he irritably tugged at the chain around his neck.
After another half minute, Su Cheng began to feel tired.
The pain from the curse on her back had faded, but with the continued intake of blood, her body felt heavier.
She hadn’t moved at all—yet it felt like she had been exhausting herself.
She recalled the novel’s plot.
While the demon was distracted, Su Cheng quietly used her blood-stained fingers to trace over the wound on her shoulder.
On the desk behind her, she drew crooked circles and triangles using both their blood.
Suddenly—
A dark red light exploded through the room.
The demon staggered back in shock, collapsing onto the sofa by the window.
“You—what—?!”
Su Cheng wiped the blood from her lips.
“Not a bad plan,” she said calmly. “Saying it’s to neutralize my curse, but actually making me share the burden of your restriction.”
Her gaze drifted toward his neck.
The glowing chain of holy bindings tightened against pale skin, divine runes sinking as if burning into his flesh.
It began to contract slowly, like molten gold being poured into his body.
The demon’s breathing grew heavier. Sweat soaked his hair, sliding down his neck and collarbone, soaking his torn clothes.
He tilted his head, strands of hair brushing the chain and sending out faint golden ripples.
His throat strained as he tried to ease the suffocation.
“Who are you—?” he growled. “How do you know a reversal curse—?”
He couldn’t accept being played like this.
Su Cheng watched him silently.
In the original story, Lin Yun had also faced this situation. The system in his bracelet had warned him, allowing him to counter it in time.
The demon had originally used intimacy with the protagonist to recover power—but once strong enough, he would eventually try to break free from the binding on his neck.
It was the same now.
Different path. Same outcome.
Su Cheng looked at the demon curled up on the sofa, listening to his increasingly rough breathing.
She wasn’t angry at all.
She had already seen the story.
“…That holy binding on your neck,” she said lightly, nudging his kneecap with her foot, “I can guess who made it.”
A complete lie.
But she had accurately named the technique.
The demon froze.
“I can help stabilize it,” she continued softly. “But I have conditions.”
She paused.
In truth, as a human—not of dark kin—her resistance to holy arts wasn’t low enough to kill her.
Sharing the burden wouldn’t be fatal. Just exhausting.
She remembered this from the original plot too.
Lin Yun didn’t care about exhaustion. He only used it as leverage.
Su Cheng didn’t care either—about that part.
What mattered was blood.
Without it, once the curse triggered again, she’d die without a partner.
Succubus blood was basically emergency medicine.
And once it left the body, the demon couldn’t control the drinker anymore.
So it was simple—she just needed to store some.
“…Conditions?” the demon rasped, laughing weakly through pain.
Before he could finish, Su Cheng tilted his chin up with her knee, forcing his head back.
His face flushed with feverish red across cheeks, neck, and chest—an almost decadent, sickly beauty.
She touched the chain and silently recited the curse she remembered.
The incantation wasn’t normal language. It was a string of strange sounds.
When Lin Yun had first heard it, he’d thought it sounded like someone swearing. Su Cheng remembered it perfectly for that reason.
“Ah—”
The demon’s breathing eased slightly.
His expression improved, though he still looked unwell.
“You see?” Su Cheng withdrew her hand. “If you want this to continue, then I want—”
“Ha.”
The demon suddenly grabbed her ankle.
“I know what you want, human. I agree.”
Before she could react, he pulled her leg up and kissed her ankle bone.
Su Cheng: “?!?!”
That’s not what I meant at all.
