The Beautiful Succubus Becomes a Top While Bursting into Tears [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Glaring lights, explosive music, and thick pheromones filled every corner of the bar.

Chu Ling lay lazily on the bar counter, his eyes misty with intoxication. His fair fingertips toyed with a wine glass, swaying it back and forth. His cheeks were flushed, making him look utterly wasted.

Many glances, both overt and hidden, drifted toward him, filled with ill-intentioned desire.

However, these were not Chu Ling’s targets. He curled his lips slightly; beneath his resting arms, his eyes were clear—not a hint of the drunkenness seen on the surface remained. His long, curled lashes were damp, flickering with a hazy, alluring light.

Truly beautiful…

Many onlookers sighed inwardly, their hearts itching with impulse. Just as someone finally couldn’t resist approaching, the youth at the bar swayed to his feet. With a tall, slender frame, he stumbled unsteadily toward the restroom.

At that exact moment, a tall figure appeared. Caught off guard, the youth crashed directly into the man’s chest.

The man wore a well-tailored suit that accentuated his golden-ratio physique—broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Beneath his neatly combed black hair were eyes as cold and still as a frozen lake. His expression was frigid, radiating an aura that warned others to keep their distance.

Those who had been quietly following the youth instinctively stopped in their tracks. They shrugged at the man and departed reluctantly.

To the onlookers, the two seemed acquainted. They didn’t know that the man’s presence at the bar was a total coincidence, having been dragged there by a few meddling friends. He didn’t know the youth in his arms at all.

The man frowned, looking down. The youth’s fluffy head rubbed unconsciously against his chest, smelling of pungent alcohol—he was clearly drunk.

The dim lights filtered through the gaps in the youth’s hair, reflecting off his fair, glowing skin. The moving crimson flush on his face added a hint of seduction, like an innocent little lamb unaware of the danger, making it impossible to look away.

No wonder he was targeted.

The man glanced at the predatory stares around them. His frown deepened. He held the youth’s shoulder to stop the squirming. Perhaps driven by a lingering sense of justice, he pinched the youth’s cheek; it felt as soft as sinking into delicate cotton.

Pausing imperceptibly, the man lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice, “Wake up.”

A drunkard can never be woken—especially not a beautiful one who is faking it.

The youth tilted his head back slightly, his misty eyes opening a crack. He seemed to clear up for a moment, seriously studying the man’s face, before his head lolled back and he buried himself in the man’s chest again.

“…”

Inside a well-insulated private booth, the noise of the crowd outside was completely cut off.

When the man’s friends saw him return holding a clearly intoxicated, beautiful youth, they were stunned. Then, they erupted into a chorus of shocked exclamations.

“You finally saw the light?”

“Not bad, not bad. It was worth dragging you here.”

“A boy is fine too, but is he of age?”

The room was full of teasing.

The man knit his brows, a chilling gaze sweeping over his friends until they fell silent. He said coldly, “Don’t let there be a next time.”

He settled the youth on a corner sofa. Seeing the tranquil, fair face and the faint pink lips murmuring something, the man inadvertently rubbed his fingertips. It actually felt… quite nice.

His friends noticed this too and shook their heads, sighing about “eternal bachelors” and the like. However, none of this could shake the man’s icy heart.

In the shadows of the sofa, the youth—presumed to be asleep—lazily lifted his eyelids. He stole a glance at his target and then lowered his long lashes again before being caught, pretending to be in a deep slumber.

A high-level hunter often appears in the form of prey.

Chu Ling secretly licked his slightly pointed canine teeth, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

He was a succubus (incubus) hidden within human society. From the moment he gained consciousness, he understood his uniqueness. Unfortunately, being a male succubus presented many obstacles in his pursuit of the same sex.

This circle was small—less than 5% of the population—and within that, “0s” (bottoms) were many while “1s” (tops) were few. Chu Ling had lived for eighteen years and was practically a disgrace to the succubus race.

Because of his high standards, he only loved the tall, handsome, and powerful types. Despite having the appearance of a delicate, easily-overpowered “shou,” the competition was simply too fierce.

Fortunately, a while back, he met a female succubus senior who passed down extraordinary wisdom. He was instantly enlightened, grasping the philosophy of the high-level hunter:

Do not be confined to a small circle. Cast your gaze upon the world, fish for all living beings, and let those who are willing take the bait.

And then, Chu Ling died.

He hadn’t expected to actually fall asleep. When he woke up in a daze, the massive booth was empty.

Chu Ling sat up lazily. The suit jacket draped over him slid down—it was the familiar, expensive style the man had been wearing.

On the coffee table was a card with a line of flamboyant handwriting: If you’re a minor, don’t come to bars. Don’t let there be a next time.

The cold tone was unmistakably the man’s.

Chu Ling curled his lips and flipped the card over. As expected, there was a string of numbers and a name. It was the man’s business card, used as a notepad.

Taking softly, Chu Ling pocketed the card, draped the oversized jacket over his shoulders, and strolled out of the booth.

The prey has taken the bait—

Chu Ling was in a great mood as he stepped out of the bar. Dawn was breaking. However, just as he was happily crossing the street, he never expected a runaway truck to come barreling toward him—

…

[Hello, Host. I am the Plot Maintenance System…]

[You only need to complete a few minor tasks…]

[A lineup of handsome, powerful ‘1s’ is yours to choose from!]

[Deal.]

And so, Chu Ling died, but didn’t quite stay dead.

Bound to a Plot Maintenance System and lured by the promise of handsome men, he resolutely traveled through various worlds derived from novels.

…

The night was dark, and the rain fell steadily.

The sound of trampling hooves approached from afar, splashing through the muddy road.

“Master, there is a ruined temple ahead where we can take shelter!”

The chaotic sound of horses merged with the human voice as they drew closer to the dilapidated temple in the rain.

Before long, a group of figures in black cloaks pulled up. They dismounted swiftly, their movements radiating a cold, dangerous aura.

Creak—

The heavy doors of the ruined temple were pushed open.

A tall Buddha statue was covered in a thick layer of dust, and spiderwebs clung to the beams. The group entered the temple in silent, orderly fashion.

The dark, decaying environment was soon lit by a flickering fire. The wood crackled as it burned, and a tantalizing aroma began to fill the air.

Chu Ling was curled up, hidden in a pile of straw behind the Buddha statue. He tugged at a piece of dried grass hanging over his head and swallowed his saliva quietly.

It’s the smell of roast chicken.

Ignoring his stomach, which hadn’t seen food in hours, Chu Ling prodded the system in his mind: [System, are those people from the Demonic Sect?]

[Yes, Host.]

[Finally. But how do I interact with them? I have a feeling if I just jump out, my head will be separated from my shoulders in the next second.] Chu Ling pulled his neck back, looking small, pitiful, and helpless.

[Please find a way for yourself, Host.]

Chu Ling felt a wave of frustration: [System, what use are you!]

System: […]

But there was no choice; this was all for the plot.

This was a Danmei (BL) novel world titled The Adorable Leader of the Martial Arts World. It told the story of a modern “social animal” (office worker) who traveled to an ancient world as the orphan of the former Martial Arts Alliance Leader. Pursued by enemies, he was protected by the “True ML” (Male Lead) while investigating the truth. Along the way, he stirred up trouble and attracted many admirers, eventually being pushed into the position of Alliance Leader. While marketed as 1v1, it was essentially a 1vN (harem) story.

The True ML was Jun Yichen, the adopted son of the former Leader. He and the protagonist (the original Jun Qing) were childhood sweethearts. However, Jun Qing had loved Jun Yichen since childhood. When the Leader was on his deathbed, he forced Jun Yichen to accept Jun Qing so his son would be protected. Jun Yichen, who only felt brotherly affection, could only comply.

It was then that the heartbroken Jun Qing fell into a pond and was replaced by the modern soul. The new Jun Qing no longer loved Jun Yichen. As the modern soul grew distant, Jun Yichen became unsettled and found himself increasingly drawn to the “new” Jun Qing. Later, after Jun Qing took a sword for him, Jun Yichen realized his feelings—but by then, the protagonist had already attracted a Divine Doctor, a Prince, an Assassin, and the Great Villain—the Leader of the Demonic Sect, Ji Wuyuan.

And so began the daily routine of jealousy…

What kind of old-school literature is this? Chu Ling thought.

But where was Chu Ling in all this?

He was a peripheral cannon fodder who barely got any ink in the original text—a character who wouldn’t last two chapters. His only plot point was that he also loved Jun Yichen and risked his life to infiltrate the Demonic Sect for intel, only to be caught and killed instantly.

Chu Ling’s mission was to maintain the plot. He couldn’t just go offline; he had to complete several key plot points.

Currently, Chu Ling has been in this world for half a day. He had replaced the original body, but the physical form was still his own succubus body. He was genuinely hungry. He had been waiting in this temple for the Demonic Sect people to arrive.

[Host, your current task is to successfully infiltrate the Demonic Sect while maintaining the original character’s persona. Just follow the plot.]

Chu Ling nodded. He rubbed his growling stomach, his eyes turning resentful as the smell of roast chicken grew stronger.

[System, if I just jump out, what are the chances I won’t be killed?]

Perhaps moved by Chu Ling’s earlier accusation, the system paused and finally offered some help: [Host, don’t worry. You have already been discovered.]

[Huh?]

In an instant, Chu Ling felt his arm tighten. His vision blurred as he was suddenly dragged out from behind the Buddha statue.

His body tumbled uncontrollably toward the fire. Chu Ling propped himself up with his hands. Before he could regain his senses, a pair of black boots embroidered with dark gold patterns entered his dizzying vision.

He looked up blankly, seeing black-clad men surrounding him with cold stares, the hilts of their blades reflecting the firelight. Fortunately, a hand was raised, stopping the subordinates from drawing their swords.

That hand was well-defined, slender yet powerful. With a light wave, the dangerous men stepped back and bowed their heads.

The owner of that hand was a man dressed in a luxurious black robe with dark gold patterns. His features were as handsome as a sculpture, his eyes deep, and a faint, ambiguous smile played on his lips.

He looked down at the youth who had been dragged out.

The flickering firelight illuminated the youth’s incredibly beautiful face—a pair of misty, rippling eyes, a snowy white neck, and silky black hair cascading down like a waterfall. He looked exactly like the spirits in folk tales that specialized in seducing scholars.

A rainy night, a ruined temple, and a beautiful spirit—it was a classic opening.

Too bad he wasn’t a scholar.

The man felt a rare spark of interest. He leaned down, his cold, pale fingertips touching the youth’s cheek, sliding down slowly. The skin felt as soft and fine as silk. He pinched the youth’s chin, feeling the body flinch instinctively. Long, crow-feather lashes trembled in shock.

“Where did this little spirit come from?”

The voice was deep and playful.

However, the voice and touch finally snapped the youth out of his daze. With a slight turn of his head, he broke free from the grip on his chin. Though his lashes still trembled, he had calmed down significantly.

“The gentleman must be joking. In broad daylight and under a clear sky, how could there be spirits?”

The youth tilted his head. His black hair hung loosely, a few messy strands sticking out with bits of straw caught in them. In an instant, he fell from the status of an ethereal spirit to a mortal—vivid and within reach.

The man smiled meaningfully. He didn’t mind the rejection; instead, he toyed with a lock of the youth’s hair.

“I wouldn’t be so sure.”

Seemingly unwilling to argue further, the youth’s gaze swept over the black-clad men. Seeing that the man before him was somewhat reasonable and didn’t seem like a common thug, his body slowly relaxed.

With that relaxation, the enticing aroma once again tempted his nose. His eyes involuntarily drifted toward the roast chicken over the fire… golden, dripping with oil, and fragrant with spices.

The youth’s throat moved slightly, yet he maintained a sense of shy dignity. Despite the hunger in his eyes, he didn’t feel comfortable speaking up.

Everyone present was a high-level martial artist; the youth’s small reaction was as clear as day to them. Moreover, with his pure appearance and delicate skin, he looked like a pampered young master.

It was a mystery how he ended up in a ruined temple without a single servant, wearing such thin, alluring clothes… Could he really be a mountain spirit?

Pity, he would likely lose his life tonight…

The man smiled silently, his eyes playful yet indifferent. He let go, allowing the lock of hair to fall from his fingertips.

The keen-eared men in black had already heard the sound of slaughter approaching through the dark, rainy night.

“Master?”

The man waved his hand. He suddenly took a mask from a subordinate and slowly placed it over his face.

A flash of lightning illuminated the mask—it looked like a ferocious ghost, terrifying and hideous.