Chapter 3054: Blood‑Red Addiction 30

Saiyin's suppressed reaction burst like a flood breaking a dam, inexplicably intense to the point of absurd immorality, under the gaze of Emperor Motisi's scroll…… In front of his blood father, being so closely approached, whispered to, touched by Jin Chen……

He blankly turned his head to meet Jin Chen's gaze; Jin Chen's eyes, under the dim green firelight, were deep blue like the deepest sea, appearing to blink innocently, yet they reflected Saiyin's current panic, shame, and anger, a flustered, aroused look, like a gorgeous poisonous snake luring prey into a trap.

Saiyin's lips trembled, the corners of his eyes wet with red, his lips bitten shallowly by himself, "You…… let me go……

Jin Chen looked at him like that, the smile in his eyes deepening, filled with undisguised mischief and interest.

He not only didn't let go, but also gripped Saiyin's delicate chin; the closer he leaned in, the stronger Saiyin's bodily reaction became, more flustered, unable to control the urge to step back, to flee, yet his body seemed nailed to the spot, even…… shamelessly responding to that warm breath's approach.

"Mm……"

The split lip wound was touched again, soon overwhelmed by an even more surging sensation.

Ambiguous water sounds twined in the silent Worship Pavilion, blatant yet obscure, as if deliberately profaning.

For a moment, Saiyin actually felt his heart tremble, his soul shuddering; Jin Chen's kiss carried an invading implication, as if magical, luring one into the depths of desire.

Saiyin's slender neck unconsciously arched back, like a swan raising its head, and his sash had somehow been undone by Jin Chen.

His robe slid down over his smooth skin, piling at the side of his crossed legs.

His pallid vampire body was exposed in the dim green firelight, a red mark left where the sash had tightly constricted his waist, giving his flesh a slightly voluptuous feel.

Saiyin could barely restrain himself from following his instinct, eagerly entwining with Jin Chen.

He had never been reserved in amorous matters, even boldly taking the initiative, especially after becoming addicted to Jin Chen.

But today really……

Absurd.

Saiyin told himself in his heart, it's too absurd.

Saiyin's peripheral vision, uncontrollably, flicked again toward that scroll of Motisi hanging on the high wall.

Motisi's portrait scroll hung not far above his head; the blue eyes in the painting looked down on him from above, calm and indifferent, as if watching a disobedient child who had zoned out during the sacrificial rite.

Saiyin shuddered all over.

Yet at that moment, Jin Chen reached out and clenched his slender throat, forcing him not to look away, to face the scroll directly.

"Look."

Jin Chen's voice sounded in his ear, hoarse with satisfaction and a wicked grin, "Your Majesty is watching you, Count."

Saiyin blankly forced to meet the icy gaze on the scroll that stared at him for a while, tears rolling from his bloodshot, misty eyes, his voice broken, utterly helpless, "Let me go……

In a daze, Saiyin seemed to overlap with that boy who, a few hundred years ago, had just stormed into the castle, panicked, fallen in the rose thicket, his hands bloody, looking back in fear.

As if knowing he was doing something he shouldn't, yet unable to stop himself, just like now.

Thus, this illusion made him even more flustered and fragile, the tears at his corners falling incessantly as if he'd been badly bullied.

But Jin Chen, on the contrary, wanted to bully him.

He released his grip on Saiyin's throat, then brought the index finger of his other hand to his lips, lightly biting it with his fangs, a scarlet bead of blood welling from the tip.

Jin Chen pressed that blood‑stained finger gently against Saiyin's moist lip corner.

"Open your mouth." Jin Chen whispered, coaxing.

Yet Saiyin had already been teased by him for so long; his bodily response was long since primed.

Although his expression remained flustered and bewildered, even tinged with ashamed resistance, his body's instinct made him unconsciously take in the fingertip sweet with blood's fragrance.

Jin Chen's eyes held a smile; he deliberately pulled his finger back a moment, watching the person in his arms unconsciously emit a dissatisfied whimper as the blood supply cut off, his jaw even rubbing against it, not understanding why the finger that had just been nicely in his mouth suddenly vanished.

Jin Chen chuckled lowly, his laughter echoing in the silent Worship Pavilion, wicked yet pleased.

"In such a hurry?" he teased, asking deliberately.

Saiyin still kept his chanting posture, kneeling on the ground.

But now his robe was scattered, the corners of his eyes crimson‑wet, his lips red‑swollen and stained with blood, the red mark on his waist glaring…… he really no longer looked like a dignified, elegant Count.

And thinking of all this, it all took place under the gaze of Emperor Motisi, his blood‑father……

Saiyin's spirit and soul seemed no longer his own, only able to be passively kissed all over, his tongue tip sucked numb.

Jin Chen insisted on teasing him, on one hand using kisses and occasional drops of blood to ease Saiyin's surging discomfort and craving, on the other whispering in his ear in a low, coaxing tone, asking about Motisi back then.

"Besides pain and cold, what else do you remember?"

"Have you…… touched here?"

Each question sliced away at Saiyin's remaining reason and shame.

Saiyin, angry and wronged, his sharp nails involuntarily extended, viciously digging into Jin Chen's shoulder‑back flesh, the bloody scent growing stronger.

Jin Chen not only wasn't angry, he looked rather pleased, enjoying Saiyin's painful resistance; he gripped the soft waist of the person in his arms, hooked the chin, and kissed him fiercely again.

"Keep your voice down, Count, don't let the nobles outside the banquet hear……

"Don't let them know…… those high‑and‑mighty Counts, clearly here to worship and chant, end up looking this pitiful in here."