Chapter 37: The Vampire’s Prey (37)
“Who’s first?”
The light, airy question landed like a bomb, setting off an invisible, thunderous shockwave in the dim, silent room.
Stunned gazes focused on Wei Changlin, who stood with his arms crossed, a look of indifference on his face.
“Are you a fucking beast!?” A vein throbbed on Xie Zhenye’s forehead. He gritted his teeth. “She’s clearly not in her right mind right now! How could you do that kind of thing? Besides, who would want to take turns with you lot!”
Before his words had even faded, he saw his brother step forward, actively and eagerly taking the young woman’s outstretched hand.
The young woman’s red eyes were hazy. Like a slender vine, she clung to him, her hands fumbling to undo his impeccably fastened buttons.
Xie Zhenye: “???”
“What are you doing?!”
Betrayed by his own brother, Xie Zhenye raged, “Xie Yanchuan, you really are a beast!”
The ‘beast’ looked down, as pure as the moon and the wind, holding the delirious young woman and restraining her mischievous hands.
The restrained young woman whimpered with dissatisfaction and grievance, nuzzling his neck, sniffing eagerly, and grinding her teeth.
Xie Yanchuan was as unmovable as a mountain. He looked up. “The one whose first thought was that kind of thing… you’re the beast, aren’t you?”
Xie Zhenye: “…”
“That’s right,” Wei Changlin drawled coolly. “Did I say we were going to do that kind of thing?”
Under the two men’s contemptuous gazes, Xie Zhenye froze. In a desperate move, he instinctively looked to his lifelong, most hated rival.
He narrowed his eyes and asked in a rough voice, “Hey, you were thinking the same thing just now, weren’t you?”
He was trying to find an ally.
A gentle smile appeared on his rival’s demonic face. “No. I guessed that since she had just awakened, what she’s craving right now is probably our blood.”
He spoke with composure, but the tension in his back subtly relaxed. It was unclear if it was out of relief or disappointment.
But he showed nothing, elegantly tapping his temple. “Hmm… It seems you were the only one who was thinking too much.”
Xie Yanchuan’s calm, unwavering gaze turned to his brother. He concluded, “You’re the only beast here.”
Xie Zhenye: “…”
You’re so noble. You’re so amazing.
Wei Changlin narrowed his peach-blossom eyes, scanned the room, and sneered, “A bunch of hypocrites.”
He was equally disdainful of the other three.
“Alright.”
He snorted. “Because she has your blood in her body, and you were also the cause of her awakening. So, stop dawdling. Donate some blood, everyone.”
As his words fell, the men looked at Xie Yanchuan, who had already taken the lead and was sitting on the bed. He held the eager young woman with one hand and, with the other, slowly and deliberately undid his buttons, revealing his sharply defined shoulders and neck, and offered himself to her lips.
Yu Jiao was not conscious at this moment, acting purely on instinct.
She was held in a cold, broad embrace, her hands clutching his snow-white shirt. Sensing the sweet scent of blood beneath his skin, her throat bobbed, and she tentatively extended her small tongue to lick him.
Xie Yanchuan froze, his jaw tightening.
Before he could properly feel that soft, wet touch.
The next moment, a sharp pain shot through him.
He let out a muffled grunt and closed his eyes, enduring it.
The young woman had gotten a taste. She clung to his shoulders and back and, like a fierce young beast, began to suck eagerly.
Her throat bobbed, making a low, gurgling sound.
As she went deeper, his pale lips pressed into a firm line, and a sensual flush appeared on his cold, jade-like face.
He looked as if he were in both pain and pleasure.
Seeing this, Xie Zhenye raised an eyebrow. “Is it really that… pleasurable?”
Xue Zhu mused, “It is said that when the fangs pierce the skin, a substance is injected to make the prey stop resisting, which creates the illusion of… an orgasm.”
As he spoke, his gaze gradually deepened.
“…Ah,” Xie Zhenye said meaningfully. “I see.”
Xie Yanchuan, his eyes still closed, said in a hoarse voice, “Shut up.”
As high-purity vampires, none of the three had ever drunk blood in such a ‘primitive’ way, let alone been drunk from.
It had always been a healthy blood servant, using sterilized tools to draw blood, which was then presented to them.
At this moment, the two of them were staring thoughtfully at the sensual scene, looking rather eager to try.
Seeing his face grow redder, a look of suppressed pleasure on his cold face, Xie Zhenye couldn’t help but urge, “Are you done yet? Hurry up.”
Xue Zhu softly agreed, “Be careful not to lose too much blood.”
Xie Yanchuan shot him a glare, his pale eyes like a pool of melting snow.
He sneered, “Instead of rushing me to give up my spot, you two should decide who’s first and who’s next.”
“…”
The two who had just been on the same side stared at each other.
Wei Changlin sat far away, watching the two of them face off with cold eyes, sneering inwardly: Un-evolved beasts.
Seeing them argue endlessly, Wei Changlin slammed his hand on the table and commanded:
“Alright, stop arguing. You, you only gave her your external essence blood, you haven’t fed her your blood. You’re next. Remember to feed her a little more to balance things out. And you, you gave her your heart’s blood, which is more important. You’ll be last.”
Guessing that the time was right, he raised his voice. “Alright, next.”
With that, he paused, a strange expression on his face.
…Why do I suddenly feel like a pimp?
At that thought, his peach-blossom eyes shot a resentful glare at the oblivious young woman.
After Xie Yanchuan retreated, she, having lost her source of blood, lifted her small face in confusion, licked her blood-stained lips, her beautiful face still showing a look of dissatisfaction.
Just then, a shadow fell over her.
“Jiao Jiao.”
Xie Zhenye’s lips curved. His large, hot hand caressed her face. With his other hand, he loosened the tie of his school uniform, his rolled-up sleeve revealing a muscular forearm.
The young woman blinked her bright red eyes, leaned in to sniff him, then frowned and grumbled, “I don’t want you…”
Because she didn’t have his blood in her body, she seemed a little resistant. “You don’t smell as good as the last one. I don’t want you.”
Xie Zhenye’s face darkened.
Not far away, Xie Yanchuan let out a soft laugh.
Xie Zhenye narrowed his fierce eyes. “So picky.” His large hand cupped the back of her head and pulled her closer.
His sharp, beautiful eyes were fixed on her.
“No returns.”
With that, he kissed her still-blood-stained lips.
“…Mmph!”
The young woman, who had been pushing him away, suddenly froze. She felt him bite her lip and tongue, transferring his somewhat scorching blood to her.
The sweet, metallic, and unfamiliar blood was slightly aggressive, filling her mouth. She couldn’t help but throw her head back, hook her arms around his neck, and press herself closer, sucking on his wounded tongue.
Xie Zhenye’s gaze was deep.
—This was the first time she had ever returned his kiss with such passion and initiative.
He was satisfied, yet he craved more.
He couldn’t help but seize her slender waist and cup the back of her head, deepening the bloody kiss.
“…”
Xue Zhu’s gaze was dark.
Xie Yanchuan: “Full of tricks.”
With his various methods of self-recommendation, Xie Zhenye was fiercely pushed down onto the bed by the young woman. She tore open his collar and bit down.
Sharp fangs broke the skin, and a large amount of blood gushed out, only to be licked away and swallowed.
In an instant, his eyes flew open.
“…”
It was as if his soul were being drawn out along with his blood.
“…”
Wei Changlin looked at his watch and raised an eyebrow. “It’s time.”
The moment his words fell, they saw the young woman prop herself up on the bed, panting, her ruby-like eyes gradually focusing.
In her vision, her long hair was a glistening white, and it was swaying, brushing against the bare chest of the man beneath her.
Xie Zhenye narrowed his deep blue eyes, his handsome face flushed with desire. He licked his lips and asked in a husky, sensual voice:
“Jiao Jiao, why did you stop?”
“…” Yu Jiao, “?”
What the hell is this after-sex scene?
Just then, a flippant voice came from behind her.
“Awake?”
Yu Jiao slowly turned her head.
She met the gazes of the three men, who were either standing or sitting.
She froze.
…What is this scene?
Why are they all here together??
Wait, how did I end up here with these four???
“Jiao Jiao.”
Xie Yanchuan was sitting on the edge of the bed. He leaned over, his cool, slender fingers wiping the blood from her lips, his pale gaze on her.
“Are you uncomfortable?”
Looking at the alluring expression on his face, she hesitantly shook her head.
Suddenly, a hot, broad chest pressed against her from behind. A hot, moist breath washed over her ear, and a husky, spoiled voice sounded:
“Jiao Jiao, I want more…”
Like a clinging male demon, a pair of strong arms wrapped tightly around her waist, and a hot, moist mouth enveloped her earlobe.
“That’s enough,” Wei Changlin said mercilessly. “It’s the next one’s turn.”
Yu Jiao was stunned.
“…Next? What next? How many more are there?”
A low, husky chuckle.
“The last one, my dear.”
Xue Zhu slowly approached.
His phoenix eyes were curved, like a venomous snake, about to feed, licking his crimson lips.
He took off his riding suit with his well-defined hands and, gracefully, undid the buttons of his shirt one by one, revealing a pale, lean body.
“…Why are you taking off your clothes while you’re talking?”
Yu Jiao paused and looked at Wei Changlin, who was sitting on the windowsill, seemingly in control. “What… what is this for?”
Wei Changlin propped his chin on his hand, his peach-blossom eyes looking at her with a resentful gaze.
He looked like a wronged husband, forced to find lovers for his wife.
“What for?” He curled his lip coldly and enunciated each word, “To feed you blood. To help you awaken.”
Yu Jiao was taken aback. She recalled the events before she passed out and had a few guesses.
She then looked at Xue Zhu, who was now only in his breeches, and waved her hand. “That’s not necessary. I feel fine now. I don’t need any more blood.”
“You really don’t?”
Xue Zhu stood by the bed. Though he was looking down at her, he was like a wet, ghostly demon, looking up from under the water.
He narrowed his long, narrow phoenix eyes. His long fingers slid over his beautifully muscled chest and stopped at the side of his neck.
A slight pressure.
His sharp nails drew a line of blood.
A dark red bead of blood rolled down, leaving a seductive trail on his pale chest.
A very alluring, bloody scent faintly entered her nose.
The shared pain made her eyes widen.
Like a traveler who had been walking in the desert for days and had finally seen an oasis, a desire bloomed from the depths of her soul.
Gulp.
She couldn’t help it. Her throat bobbed.
She was craving it.
It smells so good…
Xue Zhu placed his thumb to his lips and slowly licked away the blood.
He approached with a smile.
“Come, my dear. I also want to be taken to the peak of ecstasy by you.”
Yu Jiao choked. “What kind of lewd words are these!”
Just as she was thinking this, she suddenly felt her fingers being enveloped in a hot, moist mouth.
Xie Zhenye was biting her fingertip, his deep blue eyes fixed on her. “Jiao Jiao…”
On the other side, Xie Yanchuan was planting a cool kiss on her shoulder, his pale blue eyes filled with a simmering desire.
“What’s wrong with you guys?!”
She had no idea what was going on with these three. Why are they all acting like they’ve taken an aphrodisiac?
“Wei Changlin!”
In this strange encirclement, she looked pleadingly at the only person who seemed to be normal.
But then she saw Wei Changlin stand up, loosen his tie with a cold expression, and, as he walked over, raise an eyebrow.
“Since you’re awake now, it wouldn’t be considered beastly to do something more outrageous, would it?”
“…”
Yu Jiao was shocked.
—What is this, a pool of wine and a forest of meat?!