Chapter 3: The Birth of the Vampire Bride

Her nervous and flustered emotions calmed down, and only now did she realize that her feelings were actually rising and falling with the happiness of the man before her.

"This is bad, this is bad, I'm truly hopeless!"

Weiluona covered her burning cheeks and followed closely behind Fulade, not daring to look at him again.

But the young woman's will seemed unable to control her eyes, still constantly stealing glances at him, feeling only that Fulade possessed a unique charm.

The young woman at this moment had no idea of Fulade's wicked thoughts, still immersed in her own world, naively fantasizing about certain embarrassing things.

Walking within the Wanggongchengbao, Fulade was stimulated by the blood and corpses surrounding him everywhere, and by now had reached the limit of his endurance.

One must know that he, having just become a vampire, had not yet drunk a single drop of blood.

According to the original work, if he drank human blood within three days, he would permanently become a vampire.

If he could forcibly resist drinking human blood for three days, he would lose his power and become an ordinary human again.

For Fulade, who knew his own tragic fate in the future, how to choose was already self-evident.

It was just that this world was not one where he could act recklessly simply because he had become a vampire.

Whether it was the still rather obvious weaknesses of his early days as a vampire.

Or the extraordinary powers hidden in the corners of this world, both required him to treat them with caution.

Having recovered the memories of his previous life, he had already faintly sensed that this world was not so simple.

Fulade, forcibly suppressing his mad bloodthirsty desire, arrived at an intact bedchamber and issued a series of cleanup orders to his personal guards.

Fulade, no longer able to endure the maddening desire, grabbed the young woman Weiluona, who was still lost in fantasy, and pulled her into the bedchamber.

Facing Fulade's sudden action, Weiluona was briefly stunned before immediately growing nervous.

Looking at the man before her breathing heavily, Weiluona seemed to understand what was about to happen.

"I, I'm not ready yet."

Weiluona's delicate body trembled, her nervous face flushed red, and she spoke softly in a voice as faint as a mosquito's.

At this point, how could Fulade still care whether she was willing or not.

Right now he only wanted to devour this enticing little white lamb clean.

Rousing a thread of clarity within his consciousness, he did not want to frighten this still-very-naive young woman.

So although Fulade's movements were intense, they were not brutal, and he did not immediately go for her blood.

He pinned the young woman tightly against the corner of the wall, one large hand firmly grasping both of her fair, slender wrists.

His lips relentlessly sought kisses from the young woman, and it was apparent that her desire to struggle was not strong.

She only struggled a few times for the sake of propriety before giving up resistance.

Her body began to soften, immersing herself in Fulade's passionate kisses.

If not for the support Fulade provided, she would probably have collapsed to the ground long ago.

An intense masculine scent kept coming to her, and Weiluona, whose hands were held high by the man before her, had a flushed face.

This position made her feel a wave of shame, as if under the illusion of being forcibly taken.

Her soft and supple curves, forced upward, kept pressing against the man's solid chest, making her feel a surge of heat throughout her body, her emotions growing ever more turbulent.

"How could it be like this."

Weiluona's eyes grew hazy, her large watery eyes looking blankly upward, lost in this strange sensation.

"Are you willing to give yourself to me."

"Including~ your soul!"

Fulade looked at Weiluona, who had already fallen into a state beyond her own control, and whispered in her ear.

Weiluona, already devoid of coherent thought and dazed in expression, subconsciously nodded and said in a tender voice, "I'm willing, I'll give you whatever you want."

As Weiluona's words fell, Fulade's lips began to move toward her fair neck.

Weiluona, her body trembling, slightly raised her chin, exposing her increasingly slender and fair neck, accommodating Fulade's fervent sucking and biting.

In a certain instant, Weiluona's body gave a delicate shudder, and she let out a soft moan.

At this moment, Weiluona's face was flushed, filled with an expression of spring desire.

She felt only a slight pain at her neck, followed by a surging tide that instantly drowned her soul.

Making her lose herself in this extraordinary sensation.

Unable to control herself!

"Hah~!!"

Fulade, having drunk the blood, revealed a look of intoxication.

As the young woman's blood was continuously consumed, the power within his body grew increasingly abundant.

The maddening bloodthirsty desire was also being constantly suppressed, but this irresistible feeling made Fulade, experiencing it for the first time, simply unable to stop.

It was not until he noticed that the young woman's delicate body in his arms was beginning to grow cold and stiff that Fulade snapped out of this intoxicated state.

The young woman's originally flushed and intoxicated face had already become deathly pale, without a trace of color.

As her blood continuously drained away, Weiluona, her breath as faint as a gossamer thread, had long since awakened from the blissful oblivion.

Only for some unknown reason, Weiluona did not panic facing such a situation, her expression exceedingly calm.

Instead, she reached out both hands to tightly embrace Fulade, quietly waiting for him to finish drinking.

She had already realized something at this point, but did not interrupt Fulade's feeding, just as she had said before.

She was willing to devote everything of herself.

She did it! Fulaide also had not expected that this young woman who struck him as very shy and especially naive would have such a side to her.

Fulade had a momentary daze.

The young woman before him and the impression of that beautiful Vampire Bride from Fanhaixin in Fulade's mind suddenly overlapped.

"So foolish."

Seeing Weiluona in this state, Fulade reached out and gently stroked her face as he spoke.

"I told you, everything of mine is yours!" His voice was very soft, yet very earnest.

On Weiluona's pale face, only a calm smile appeared; she simply gazed at Fulade, her eyes holding a trace of reluctance and lingering attachment.

She was only unwilling to accept that the two of them had just met yet already had to face an ending.

"Rest assured, I still need you to stay by my side all along," Fulade said matter-of-factly.

Her body ice-cold, her vitality severely draining away, Weiluona — upon hearing Fulade say these words to her — who had been on the verge of holding on no longer, instantly blossomed with a happy smile on her face.

Though this was the final moment of her life, she felt incomparably happy.

Fulade did not hesitate; he parted his lips, and two vampire fangs instantly sank into Weiluona's tender neck.

Injecting the vampire's Blood Virus.

The Blood Virus rapidly eroded the genes that originally belonged to a human, transforming Weiluona's maiden body.

The night was deep.

Weiluona, lying quietly on the bed, instantly opened her eyes.

(End of this chapter)