The Transmigration Survival Guide Volume 4 Chapter 62
âHmm?â
Angelina sat up from her bed and swiped her sword by her bed toward her as she rose. She was no longer a knight. Still, having lived with a highly vigilant lifestyle, she still maintained her heightened senses during her sleep. She heard footsteps in the corridor. Worth noting was they were footsteps she was unfamiliar with. It was late at night; the three elves should be asleep; Anna lived downstairs, so she wouldnât come up. The footsteps didnât belong to Leah. The footsteps belonged to a mature woman, and the owner deliberately tried to stifle the sound they made.
This is suspicious. If it was my daughter or son-in-law, they wouldnât need to be sneaky. Plus, I donât hear footsteps belonging to a man. Whoever it might be is suspicious. Is it a thief?â wondered Angelina.
Angelina carefully went to her door and slowly drew her sword one inch, using her finger as a stopper. She readied herself to draw her blade at any given moment. She listened in; the footsteps were audible every now and then. Perhaps the individual was walking then stopping.
âAre they searching for their target? There are lots of rooms upstairs,â questioned Angelina.
Angelina didnât get hasty. She noticed the individual gradually approaching her. The individual would definitely stop at the front of their door. All she had to do was open the door and subdue them.
Angelina thought, âIt must be a thief. Thatâs what I call having guts. The thief probably doesnât know that the two strongest beings in the world reside here. Well, one of them is off on a date, but Iâm right here.â
The woman stopped at the front of the door. Angelina swung her door open. Before she could draw her sword, however, the woman outside leapt over and tightly hugged her. The womanâs body wasnât large or tough, but her explosive strength was enough to press Angelina onto her bed. Angelina never expected she was targeted before she opened her door.
âThis woman mightâve been waiting for someone to open the door,â assumed Angelina. She then exclaimed, âYou!!â
Angelina suddenly had her face licked. She instinctively resisted, but to her surprise, her body felt numb and weak, rendering her defenceless. She gripped her sword in her right hand but was powerless to slide it down. The woman exuded a strange fragrance. In that instant, Angelina realised that she mustâve been poisoned.
âI was careless!â Angelina cursed to herself. She didnât expect there to be someone whoâd apply poison to themselves. She wondered, âWonât she get poisoned, as well? Could she be a demon, and not a human?! What sort of demon is she? Iâve never seen this type of demon before.â
Angelina tried to break free, but the woman was too strong for her. Angelina couldnât escape. Nevertheless, the woman didnât do anything to Angelina. Instead, she clasped Angelinaâs face and kissed her.
Angelinaâs body violently convulsed. In the next instant, Angelinaâs body swiftly began to change; she felt her body gradually burning, her skin turning red, and a hot liquid pouring onto her bed sheets. Meanwhile, a liquid was also smudged with a liquid.
âI⌠I wantâŚâ
Angelina murmured with a hazy gaze. She couldnât rest the urge to reach out. She gently panted and looked at the woman before her through her hazy eyes. She touched the womanâs face. The woman lowered her head and bit Angelinaâs sleepwear similarly to when Veirya went for her still impressive mountains, biting, sucking, tugging and teasing. Angelina tightly clenched her teeth. She rubbed her legs against each other. She felt as if her body was ablaze. She wanted to play with her body; anyone would do. She was fine with anything as long as she could avoid the pain.
Angelina was no longer a breastfeeding mother, yet she suddenly had an infinite amount. She didnât know what happened to her body. Howbeit, she recognised the sensation. The extreme ecstasy and arousal were sensations she was familiar with. She was once hooked on that desire, but she never experienced it after her husband left her.
The woman on top of Angelina lowered her body and bit Angelina as if she was a vacuum cleaner. Angelina shuddered; she couldnât hold back her loud moan and convulsing. The intense ecstasy wiped her mind blank; she almost even forgot to breathe. Her attacker was definitely not human. A humanâs tongue wouldnât feel as if it had so many miniature hands that could tease every inch of her nerves. Angelina almost passed out from lack of oxygen due to the endless arousal. Her body went limp after every muscle in her body intensely contracted. She sat on the ground with a lifeless gaze while allowing herself to squirt and other fluids to be expulsed as if she was dead.
âThis isnât enoughâŚâ
Leah gently licked her lips, but her red eyes lacked the life they once had. To the contrary, they were as empty as Angelinaâs eyes were. Leah was in her adult form, but she felt something black akin to wings along her back. She listlessly looked at Angelina, who looked empty and repeated the phrase again, âThis isnât enough. This isnât enough.â
Succubi required food, but the food had to be a man. Women would suffice. Sadly, it wasnât enough for a succubus who had just awoken. The craving wasnât for herself. A man a succubus loved was her food. In exchange, she granted him her beauty and love. Regardless of what the case was, a manâs liquids would do. Succubi needed it to combat their hunger. Once a succubus was hungry, she might ambush human men and drain them completely.
Leah slowly left the room. The first rays of sunlight had begun to shine in the sky. Leah weakly dropped to her knees. She was at her limit. If her father still didnât come back, nobody could say for certain what would happen to her.
âItâs her faultâŚâ Leah weakly sprawled out on the floor. All that she could hear was that voice in her mind saying, âIâm feeling so miserable. Meanwhile, that woman might be holding my papa and enjoying herself⌠Heâs my Papa⌠He belongs to only me⌠He should only be my papa⌠Heâs my food⌠I donât want to share him⌠Itâs⌠itâs⌠itâs her fault! Itâs all her fault!â