Chapter 3037: Blood‑Stained Addiction 13

In the bedroom, the window was blocked by rose vines, making the light even dimmer than outside; besides the scents of Jin Chen and Saiyin, there lingered a smell that displeased Saiyin—the blood fragrance of Osding, which made his nerves, already dulled by fatigue and that glass of red wine, flare up with irritation again.

'Foul…' Saiyin muttered indistinctly, squirming a little in Jin Chen's embrace, and pointed at the ceramic vase on the low table holding a few withered dark‑red roses, which still contained Osding's blood, then ordered: 'Throw it away.'

Jin Chen glanced in the direction of his finger, held him, and walked to the bedside, intending to set him down.

But Saiyin refused; he grabbed Jin Chen's collar, struggling to get out of the embrace, his bare feet stepping on the carpet, he staggered a step before steadying himself.

He glared at the vase, as if it were Osding incarnate, then suddenly swept his hand in displaced anger, knocking the vase to the floor; the withered petals and shards scattered everywhere.

Saiyin felt a little appeased, turned his head, and saw Jin Chen calmly looking at him, showing neither fear nor fawning as he had expected; unnamed anger flared up again.

'Get over here!'

Saiyin pointed at Jin Chen, his blood‑red eyes glowing startlingly in the dim light, and said, 'Suck my blood.'

This slave, daring to keep him waiting so long! And making him this dizzy! Truly hateful!

Seeing Jin Chen approach, Saiyin instantly grabbed his shoulder, then lowered his head and bit again into the scar‑ridden side of his neck.

This time he didn't use much force; it seemed, deep down, he didn't really want to hurt this blood servant who made him feel comfortable. His fangs pierced, familiar sweetness flowed into his mouth, and Saiyin sucked satisfied.

Jin Chen embraced the Count's somewhat limp body to keep him from falling, while his gaze slowly swept the bedroom, landing on the door near the inner side of the room that led to the washroom, where a dark cabinet was set into the wall; as for what was inside, Jin Chen could see it clearly with just a bit of divided attention.

Jin Chen felt a slight stir in his heart; while letting Saiyin feed, he freed a hand and gently smoothed Saiyin's somewhat messy hair.

Saiyin noticed his distraction, his sucking paused, he let out a low dissatisfied hum from his throat, his fangs pressed slightly in protest, but was instantly hoisted sideways by having his knee supported.

Saiyin startled, instinctively wrapped his arms around Jin Chen's neck, the fangs in his mouth loosened, and a thread of blood trickled from the corner of his lips.

Jin Chen held him, took a few steps to the bedside, and gently placed the most precious Count in the center of the tidied bed.

Saiyin sank into the soft bedding, his black hair spread out, the deep‑red nightgown, loosened by the recent movement, revealed his slender waistline; he raised an eyebrow, propped his upper body slightly with his elbow, his blood‑colored eyes holding doubt and displeasure as he glanced askance at Jin Chen standing by the bed.

Because of that spiked glass of wine, Saiyin's eye corners showed an abnormal crimson, his eyebrows slightly lifted, a lingering hazy languor lingered between his brows, exuding a soul‑capturing allure.

'Bold slave, what are you intending to do?'

Jin Chen stood at the bedside, leaned in slightly, his fingertips lightly brushing Saiyin's brightly colored cheek, his voice calm: 'My lord, are you afraid of pain?'

Saiyin frowned: 'What? You still want to lay hands on me?'

Only saw Jin Chen straighten up; the whip that had been tossed aside the previous night was requisitioned again, and Saiyin, looking at the whip in his hand, felt an ominous premonition.

He tried to sit up, intending to mobilize his magic to seize the whip, or to give this increasingly lawless slave a lesson.

But strangely, his innate, matchless power seemed to be suppressed by something, and instead Jin Chen again restrained him; Saiyin stared in shock at his wrists bound once more, then lifted his gaze to Jin Chen.

What's going on with this slave!

Jin Chen released his grip on Saiyin's wrist, allowing the hands bound by the black whip to fall limp onto the deep‑red bedding, then extended a finger, tracing the slight opening of Saiyin's lips and slipping inside.

Saiyin instinctively tried to bite down; his fangs touched the warm fingertip skin, but Jin Chen's finger, at a clever angle, avoided his sharp fangs, merely pressing the pad against his upper palate, preventing him from closing his teeth to complete the tearing motion.

'Mmm…!'

Saiyin let out a muffled, angry hum, his body shaking with an inexplicable tremor.

Already a little heady from the red wine and blood, the dazed Saiyin now felt even more dizzy from this treatment, murmuring vaguely, his blood‑red eyes still angry yet, due to his bodily discomfort and this strange posture, appearing somewhat helpless.

Jin Chen watched his state, his gaze deepening, slowly withdrew his finger from Saiyin's mouth, the tip drawing out a strand of crystal‑clear silver thread, then, amid Saiyin's lost, vacant stare, he stepped away from the bedside.

A few seconds later, Jin Chen's hand held something else.

The whip's handle was wrapped in leather, its tip fanning out into fine tassels; it was an implement used by ancient vampire nobles to control certain special mounts, and now held by Jin Chen it inexplicably exuded a cold, ambiguous danger.

Jin Chen stood before the bed, looking down at the bound hands on the mattress, at the wary, wide‑eyed Saiyin.

Saiyin's fangs, tensed with anxiety and anger, flashed again uncontrollably, glinting coldly in the dim light: 'Damned slave… you dare!'

Jin Chen calmly swept his gaze over Saiyin's deep‑red nightgown, which hung open barely covering anything, his slender waist and long, straight legs; he lightly lifted his hand, and the black whip flicked open the loose red robe's collar, the motion gentle enough to be almost chilling.

Saiyin's blood‑colored pupils instantly contracted into dangerous slivers.