Chapter 3048: Blood-Colored Addiction 24

Beside the table was a bone lamp burning with an eerie blue flame; beside it was also the afternoon tea cake Jin Chen had left unfinished from the afternoon, a small fork stuck slantwise into the cake, and at this moment none of it looked as appetizing as the Count lying on the table.

Sai Yin stared blankly at Jin Chen standing before him, dissatisfied with being placed like this, he rubbed the tip of his cold nose against the back of Jin Chen's hand that was restraining his side, the motion lingering and tender.

Jin Chen let him rub, but his gaze fell on the plate of cream cake; he reached out with his other hand and picked up the small fork, its tip still smeared with cream.

He brought the cream‑smeared fork tip to Sai Yin's panting lips with a teasing nonchalance; Sai Yin instinctively tried to turn his head away, for human food held no allure for him and might even cause discomfort.

But Jin Chen's hand was steady, the fork lightly pressing against his lower lip, "Try it?"

It was more like a spiteful amusement in dragging the lofty vampire count into some absurd situation.

Sai Yin glared at him, shame and indignation intertwining in his blood‑red eyes, he pressed his lips shut and refused to open his mouth.

Jin Chen didn't force him either; he simply rubbed the cream‑covered fork tip back and forth over Sai Yin's lips, spreading the cream evenly along the lip line.

The icy, cloying sensation mixed with the cold hardness of the fork brought an extremely strange and inexplicable stimulation.

Sai Yin's body trembled, unsure whether it was due to this bizarre treatment or the intensifying craving within him.

After a while, Jin Chen casually tossed the fork back onto the plate, the smile in his eyes deepening a bit: "Just now… Count Fei Er Wen, you mentioned Mo Ti Si."

Sai Yin's body stiffened for an instant; the surging longing in his blood‑red eyes was diluted a trace by the complex emotions that the name suddenly brought.

Jin Chen observed his reaction and continued in that unhurried tone: "He said, Mo Ti Si… was once the giver of your bloodline."

Jin Chen leaned in slightly, his fingertips once again brushing Sai Yin's cold cheek, the pad of his thumb lightly wiping the cream from the corner of his lips, the motion gentle: "I'm a little curious."

"My lord, tell me about Mo Ti Si… back then… how did he give you your first embrace, any special details?"

Sai Yin's eyelashes flickered; he instinctively wanted to draw closer to Jin Chen, to draw strength from this warm embrace to withstand the sudden discomfort.

But Jin Chen at this moment took a half‑step back, opening the slight distance between them, no longer giving a deeper embrace.

Deprived of the comfort he craved and instead being pressed about a past he'd rather not recall, Sai Yin's mood grew somewhat agitated.

The moisture in his blood‑red eyes intensified, his sharp nails uncontrollably extending from his fingertips, flashing cold in the dim light as they lunged for Jin Chen's wrist resting at his waist.

It was not an attack, but more like a cat forced into panic yet still relying on its master, extending its claws yet daring only to grasp with its pads and the tips trembling.

In an instant, Jin Chen's hand reversed the situation, easily seizing Sai Yin's claw‑tipped hand and playing with it.

"Hn?" Jin Chen uttered a prompting hum from his nose, "Why won't you speak, my lord?"

Sai Yin; ……

He opened his mouth, his voice dry and broken, uttering a few words in fragments: "On the night of the blood moon, I strayed into his castle—I didn't mean to… I am merely an elf, drawn thither, perhaps by the blood moon's power, perhaps by the aura he deliberately released… I don't know."

He tried to describe, but as for how Mo Ti Si did it, what ritual was involved, he had no recollection at all.

This was clearly not the answer Jin Chen wanted; the finger of his that Sai Yin had lightly grasped, the only point of contact, was withdrawn.

Sai Yin's hand grasped at the air in vain, clutching only cold emptiness; under Jin Chen's gaze his body grew ever more restless, every inch of skin yearning to be touched, every bone craving an embrace.

He finally understood something, slightly lifting his head, his blood‑red eyes glistening as he looked at Jin Chen: "His first embrace… was different from that of other vampires…"

"Mo Ti Si… did nothing."

No tender guidance, no granting of more blood.

Back then it caused him pain and resentment, making him feel his very existence was a mistake; yet now, under Jin Chen's intangible‑pressure gaze, he felt… a little… grateful, grateful that the first embrace had been incomplete.

Jin Chen then seemed satisfied, pulling Sai Yin back into an embrace, lowering his head to press a kiss on the lips still smeared with cream—not like Sai Yin's earlier desperate kiss, nor overly lustful, but rather like a reward.

Sai Yin submitted to the kiss, already somewhat adept at pulling open Jin Chen's robe collar, but Jin Chen seemed to have lost any desire to go further.

He let Sai Yin act, but gave no further response himself, only using his hand to clamp Sai Yin's chin, thumb pressing on his lower lip, applying slight force so his lips could not fully close, revealing a hint of fang, inviting Sai Yin to bite down.

"Don't break the skin," Jin Chen said softly.

Sai Yin uttered a few muffled hums from his throat, gripping Jin Chen's wrist that held his chin, and gently rubbed the inner side of Jin Chen's wrist.

Jin Chen watched him like that and let out a low chuckle, as if something inside his chest was slowly melting.

The ill‑tempered Count is becoming ever more adorable.

He sat in the chief seat beside the table, leaning back slightly against the chairback, his silver hair cascading from his shoulders, his white robe loosely draped over him, smiling faintly, "I'm a bit tired, my lord."

Sai Yin: ……

He couldn't fail to hear Jin Chen's meaning.

This nasty servant, always full of bad ideas!

But he had grown accustomed to listening to Jin Chen at times like this, accustomed to being led by him in emotion, having the pace controlled.

Sai Yin glared at Jin Chen accusatorily, the rippling light in his blood‑red eyes, "You really have made me quite strange…"

He braced himself on the tabletop, slowly crawling from the centre to the edge, his legs dangling over the side, toes suspended in midair, and reached out a hand toward Jin Chen.

Jin Chen watched him, the curve of his lips deepening slightly, he reached out and pulled Sai Yin into an embrace.

As soon as Sai Yin was embraced, he immediately wrapped his arms around Jin Chen's neck, burying his face in the crook of his neck, and pressed his cold lips to kiss Jin Chen's ear, throat, and collarbone.

Even seated in Jin Chen's lap, he was restless, constantly shifting, trying every way to press close and rub, seeking more contact.

……

Later on, Sai Yin grew somewhat weak.

He still had a bad temper, but Jin Chen kept it under tight control, not allowing him to lose his temper or bite indiscriminately.

Thus, Sai Yin could only, in this state of being tightly embraced yet strictly restrained, intermittently shout Jin Chen's name.

"Jin Chen… Jin Chen…"

Sai Yin felt he was about to break.

But the vampires' self‑healing power is too strong; that feeling of being on the verge of collapse is always pulled back.

Thus, in this distorted, extreme sensation, Sai Yin could only clasp Jin Chen's shoulders with all his strength, bury his face in the side of his neck, and plead with a breath as thin as a spider's silk.

Even though Sai Yin himself was a mess, he still remembered to stretch out his trembling hand to tidy Jin Chen's silver hair, which had become a little disheveled from his movements, gently sweeping the stray strands behind his ear.

Then he cupped Jin Chen's face, and with trembling lips kissed his forehead, his eyelashes, and finally pressed his lips once more to Jin Chen's.