The Little Succubus's Hypnosis Manual - Chapter 30

Chapter 30: Reunion – “That person’s name is… Zhou Shengyan, right?”

Late at night, the secluded villa district was nearly silent. Inside the vast estate, only Zhou Shengyan, Shen Zhile, and a few servants remained.

All the servants obediently stayed on the first floor and wouldn’t dare to disturb them.

In the spacious study, Zhou Shengyan sat upright at his computer. The reflection from his glasses shimmered blue from the screen’s glow. The only sound in the room was the tapping of the keyboard.

Knock knock knock.
The sudden knock broke the stillness. Without waiting for Zhou Shengyan to respond, Shen Zhile walked straight in.

He was wearing a silk robe, the soft fabric clinging to his body as he moved, outlining his curves.

Zhou Shengyan took off his gold-rimmed glasses. The intelligent lighting automatically changed from warm yellow to cool white, making Shen Zhile’s fair skin practically glow.

“Honey, what have you been so busy with lately? You haven’t had any time for me.” Shen Zhile straddled Zhou Shengyan’s lap, curling his arms around Zhou Shengyan’s neck.

“Work.” Zhou Shengyan gave him a light kiss on the lips, soothing him. He even let Shen Zhile look at his screen openly.

Just glancing at all the letters on the screen made Shen Zhile dizzy. Pouting, he leaned against Zhou Shengyan’s shoulder. “I want to play with your phone.”

“Where’s your phone?” Zhou Shengyan asked casually, putting his glasses back on.

“Didn’t bring it. I want yours.” Shen Zhile grabbed Zhou Shengyan’s phone from the desk and, as if it were his own, unlocked it with ease.

He had come tonight specifically to check up on him—to see if Zhou Shengyan had been secretly messaging anyone else.

After skimming through the contact list and finding no suspicious names, he did discover the name of one of Zhou Shengyan’s lackeys.

He opened their chat. Most of the messages had been deleted, but one photo remained.

In the photo was a young man. Though his face was obscured, he had a slender build and excellent proportions—he looked vaguely familiar.

Staring at the picture, Shen Zhile recalled that Xie Nanxing should be about eighteen now. Could it be that he had come to the human world, too?

But after not seeing him for over a year, Shen Zhile couldn’t be sure. He didn’t trust his memory of Nanxing’s body shape anymore and didn’t want to jump to conclusions.

But Zhou Shengyan clearly had been seeing someone else.

Just thinking about that made Shen Zhile restless. After a year of being together, he knew Zhou Shengyan’s sensitive spots better than even Zhou Shengyan did.

His tongue traced along Zhou Shengyan’s collarbone, then viciously bit down.

Zhou Shengyan sighed and stroked the person in his lap. “Who pissed you off this time?”

Shen Zhile didn’t answer. Talking wouldn’t help—better to take action instead.

Lately, Zhou Shengyan had been so busy with work that Shen Zhile hadn’t even gotten a taste of his essence.

But as soon as he reached out, Zhou Shengyan grabbed his hand. “Don’t get worked up. This way, you won’t be like him.”

Stung, Shen Zhile bit down hard on Zhou Shengyan’s collarbone again, drawing bl00d and swallowing it.

For a whole year, he had failed to win Zhou Shengyan over, all because Zhou Shengyan only saw him as a stand-in.

All of Zhou Shengyan’s indulgence… wasn’t really for him.

Back when they met, Zhou Shengyan had accidentally crushed his gemstone, preventing him from switching targets…

Zhou Shengyan cupped his tear-streaked face, gently kissing the tears from the corners of his reddened eyes.

“Don’t kiss me,” Shen Zhile muttered, pushing him away. He left and went back to the master bedroom, changing into modest pajamas that covered him from head to toe.

But he’d gotten what he came for. Shen Zhile had noticed that the photo seemed to be taken in a dessert shop. It was a chain store. He searched the locations on the map, eliminated possibilities based on the surroundings, and narrowed it down to two likely branches.

Back in the study, Zhou Shengyan touched the place he’d been bitten. The raw wound stung under his fingers, but the pain was oddly satisfying.

He leaned back in his chair and removed his glasses. The work documents on the big screen had vanished, replaced by a clip from a surveillance video.

In the video, Shen Zhile was pinned against the floor-to-ceiling window, his entire body slick with sweat and other fluids, as if he’d just been pulled from water.

From dusk until dawn, even a succubus like Shen Zhile had been exhausted, sobbing and calling out “husband, gege, daddy” in desperate pleas.

Zhou Shengyan watched, breathing heavily. He pulled out a tissue to clean up. No one would ever suspect that the composed President Zhou was capable of something like this.

And yet he was still caught up in the memory of Shen Zhile’s soft rear on his lap—like a ripe peach, just begging to be juiced.

Twice a week was simply not enough.

He sighed. Back when he found out Shen Zhile had only agreed to be with him for his essence, he’d angrily set rules—they could only sleep together twice a week.

But if he hadn’t restrained himself, Shen Zhile would’ve left long ago.

Zhou Shengyan gave a bitter laugh.

…

The next day, Shen Zhile, having identified the shop, went straight to it. Zhou Shengyan, ever suspicious, had two bodyguards follow him wherever he went.

At first, Shen Zhile protested, but eventually accepted it.

To avoid raising suspicion, he didn’t linger in the first shop, pretending to browse desserts while discreetly observing every employee.

But no one in the store matched the figure in the photo.

“Doesn’t look too appetizing,” Shen Zhile muttered to the bodyguards, who—as always—stayed silent to avoid being reassigned.

It was an easy job with great pay, and if they could, they’d serve Shen Zhile forever.

When Shen Zhile arrived at the second store, the bodyguards finally sensed something was off. They exchanged glances, and one quietly stepped away to call Zhou Shengyan.

Shen Zhile knew he had to act fast.

From nearby, someone snapped a few photos of him and sent them to Zhou Qiyue. They had been tailing Zhou Shengyan’s men for days with no results—only to get lucky today.

Inside the shop, Shen Zhile’s keen senses picked up a familiar scent—it was one of his own kind.

He scanned the store but didn’t see anyone familiar.

“Do you have other staff?” he asked, eyes flicking toward the door, noting that one guard was still on the phone.

The clerk gave him a wary look. Shen Zhile pulled out a black card. “I’ll buy everything in your store. I want to see everyone who works here.”

Then he shoved past the clerk, following the scent himself.

In the kitchen, Xie Nanxing also caught a familiar smell—that of another succubus.

He put down his tools and was unconsciously drawn toward the kitchen entrance—just in time to bump into Shen Zhile.

“Xingxing!”

“Zhile-ge.” Xie Nanxing stared at him in shock. He never expected to actually reunite with Shen Zhile in the vast human world.

The staff member who had been about to stop Shen Zhile froze, watching the heartwarming reunion and stepping back quietly.

“So, it really was you in the photo… but how?” Shen Zhile frowned. If it were some social climber trying to latch onto Zhou Shengyan, that would’ve been easy to handle. But this was practically his little brother—someone he’d watched grow up.

Xie Nanxing looked confused.

Noticing the guards were still distracted, Shen Zhile whispered, “Someone’s been following me. Let’s find a quiet place to talk.”

“I’m still on shift,” Xie Nanxing hesitated—he wanted to chat, but leaving work felt wrong.

The clerk stepped in and said, “This gentleman just bought all our cakes. Go ahead.”

They sat down in a nearby café. After over a year apart, there was so much to say, yet neither knew how to start.

“Zhile-ge, why haven’t you gone home yet? Uncle and Auntie really miss you.” Xie Nanxing finally broke the silence.

Shen Zhile sipped his strawberry milkshake, the sweet-and-sour taste soothing the lump in his throat. “Soon.”

“What about you? Have you found your target?” Shen Zhile asked. Judging by the timeline, Xie Nanxing should’ve been in the human world for two or three months by now.

“I have. He’s really good to me,” Xie Nanxing replied shyly, sipping his drink.

Shen Zhile’s heart sank. Clutching the plastic cup, he feared—what if it was Zhou Shengyan?

“What’s his name? Zhou… Zhou Shengyan?” Shen Zhile asked cautiously. But the moment their eyes met, he already had the answer.

“…Zhou Qiyue.”

He heard it from Xie Nanxing’s heart. Relief washed over him, and his tense body finally relaxed. Sweat dotted his forehead, even under the cold air-conditioning.

Meanwhile, two luxury cars pulled up in front of the dessert shop almost simultaneously. Zhou Shengyan got out first, striding furiously toward the car opposite him.

“Where did you take him?” he shouted, grabbing Zhou Qiyue’s tie. Normally calm and reserved, Zhou Shengyan rarely showed such emotion.

Zhou Qiyue gripped his hand and shoved him off. “Where did you take Xie Nanxing?”

Zhou Shengyan suddenly froze. It wasn’t Qiyue, then. His panic eased a little.

He had rushed over the moment he got the bodyguard’s call. Halfway there, they told him Shen Zhile had vanished.

Disappearing from a dessert shop associated with Zhou Qiyue—his first instinct was that it was revenge.

But now Xie Nanxing was also missing?

A new possibility flashed through Zhou Shengyan’s mind. He immediately opened the GPS tracking app on his phone.

Zhou Qiyue glimpsed the screen and sneered, “So afraid he’ll run off, you have to track him?”

Zhou Shengyan didn’t bother arguing. “I’d be more worried if I were you—your little guy seems more likely to bolt.”

After all, his little brother was clearly being wrapped around that succubus’s finger.

“Absolutely impossible,” Zhou Qiyue muttered, lacking confidence. He turned away and quietly opened his own phone’s location tracker.

The two of them walked off in the same direction… and quickly realized they were headed to the exact same place.

Neither could stand the other. Their eyes met, and both turned away—but their feet stopped simultaneously in front of a café.

Even before entering, Zhou Qiyue could hear Xie Nanxing’s cheerful voice chatting inside.

And sitting across from him—who was it?

Zhou Qiyue pushed the door open.

Zhou Shengyan also fixed his gaze on the two figures inside. His expression darkened.

The worst-case scenario had come true—Shen Zhile and Xie Nanxing actually knew each other.