Chapter 3058: Blood-Colored Addiction 34

Saiyin, who had tried every method but could not leave, at the approach of another night had a dream rarely seen in several hundred years.

But why, the one entering his dream was not Jin Chen, but……

"Motisi……"

Saiyin murmured, at the edge of the chaotic dream realm, he actually returned again to Motisi's terrifying territory.

The surroundings were an endless space of rolling blood-colored mist, like a cage with no visible edge, and at the center of this blood-colored cage, embraced by countless eerie deep-purple-near-black rose clusters, was a bed carved from blood jade.

"It seems you still remember this place." Motisi's voice sounded in his ear.

Saiyin's body moved uncontrollably toward him, standing before that jade bed, clearly aware of what would happen next.

Thinking back several hundred years ago, when he was still an innocent to foolish little elf who knew nothing, he rashly entered Motisi's territory.

Saiyin lay upon that blood-colored jade bed, his body covered only by a layer of extremely thin transparent red gauze, his hair spread across the jade surface, eerie yet gorgeous.

He uncontrollably repeated the memory of his first embrace.

That period he himself does not clearly remember, leaving only the first embrace of endless pain and icy feeling.

Saiyin trembled, feeling Motisi confine him in his embrace, the cold, long fingers lightly teasing a strand of his sweat-damp hair, winding it around the fingertips.

Then, the fangs bit down.

"Uh!" Saiyin's whole body jerked, his vision whitening in waves, Tears uncontrollably streamed from the corners of his eyes, sliding over his pale cheeks into the collarbone hollow.

No……

He wanted it to end quickly.

He did not want this.

If…… if Jin Chen saw…… he would surely be even angrier.

That thought flashed absurdly through Saiyin's confused consciousness, bringing deeper shame and fear.

Fortunately, according to Saiyin's memory, after Motisi bit down he would fall into a coma, and perhaps then he would wake from the dream.

But there was none.

The expected coma did not arrive.

Saiyin fearfully opened his eyes.

What met his gaze were Motisi's blue eyes behind the mask, filled with a smile, slowly sliding from his shoulder to the back of his neck, five fingers sinking into his black hair, like a father caressing his own child, and like a lover soothing his beloved.

Saiyin's entire body trembled, from head to toe, from skin to marrow, every inch trembling in resistance, but his legs could not stand; when Motisi's fingers touched the back of his neck, his knees lost all strength, and if not held in Motisi's embrace, he would have collapsed like mud to the ground.

"Don't be afraid." Motisi's voice sounded in his ear, speaking close to his ear, "You haven't been wanting this? For several hundred years, you have always wanted it."

A cold kiss fell on his earlobe, then trailed down his fragile neck line to finally rest on his constantly trembling shoulder.

Motisi kissed for a while, then lingered at the corner of his lips, passing a drop of blood into Saiyin's mouth.

This…… that is Motisi's soul blood, the drop omitted during the first embrace, the very drop he had craved for several hundred years.

"No……" Saiyin trembled all over from the stimulation.

He had been dried out by that drop of blood for several hundred years before; now receiving it again, even in a dream, his bodily response was something Saiyin could not resist—a satisfaction rising from deep in his blood, yet accompanied by extreme fear.

Saiyin, feeling immense shame, wanted to push away.

How could he…… how could he do such a thing with anyone other than Jin Chen?

But Motisi continued to bully him.

Saiyin's heart resisted desperately, yet his body, under the dual stimulation of that drop of soul blood and this familiar touch, involuntarily responded, his chest tightening, a bone-deep tingling accompanying Motisi's pressure, instantly making him collapse in shame.

"Jin Chen……" Saiyin, Dazed, tried to shout that name, the only thing that could give him safety against this absurd dream and this immorality.

Motisi paused his fingertip on Saiyin's chest, as if finding it amusing; the blue eyes behind his mask admired for a moment this collapsed, dazed appearance.

Then, teasingly, he asked in a voice laced with a smile, "Who is Jin Chen? Is he very important to you?"

Bullied to the extreme, Saiyin finally lost all reason.

He desperately shoved himself into Motisi's embrace, as if that could give him a sense of safety, yet his mouth kept refusing, his voice choked with sobs, broken and intermittent: "Can't do this…… don't…… like this……"

Truly pitiful and obedient.

Motisi kissed his nose tip, "The first embrace hasn't ended yet, Saiyin, open your mouth."

Saiyin, his heart fluttering from embarrassment, couldn't help but raise a hand to cover his eyes, as if that could let him escape everything.

But his fangs grew uncontrollably.

Guided by Motisi, his lips were forced to press against the other's icy neck side, then he bit down.

The Count, lost in Dazed, was as obedient as a doll to be played with, leaning softly in the blood father's embrace, meekly drinking the blood that held supreme power.

He even…… could not tell clearly.

Why does it seem to have Jin Chen's flavor?

Good heavens, how could this be?

Saiyin felt like crying a little.

He had done such an improper thing…… in the dream, with Motisi…… still swallowing his blood, even feeling shamefully satisfied……

Will Jin Chen still return to his side?

Will he still want him?

Little did he know, in Motisi's eyes, that smile had grown intense to the point of some pity.

How adorable.

He had always been adorable; breaking into his castle without permission, a pure little elf even asking for help, it was only natural to keep him in the castle.

Now too he is adorable; not being by his side, even entering the dream he still calls his name.

Jin Chen rubbed Saiyin's reddened earlobe, teasingly saying, "Saiyin, my child, what are you sad about? Why don't you smile?"

He lowered his gaze to look at the charming beauty in his arms.

His counterpart's face was flushed, under his gaze he revealed a beautiful smile, yet the depths of his eyes remained as fragile and Dazed as ever, having been bullied into not knowing anything.

Jin Chen held his hand and slowly removed the blood soul device mask from his own face.

Saiyin was forced to look, and his blood-red pupils suddenly constricted; stimulated, he broke down on the spot, trembling all over.

How could this be…

In his dream, Motisi…… how could he look like Jin Chen!

Saiyin's Tears finally fell, 'Why is this like this…'

'See you next time.' Jin Chen said.

The dream vanished in an instant.

——

Saiyin shot up in the icy coffin, his scarlet pupils scattered for a long time before slowly focusing, his fingers gripping the edge of the coffin tightly.

He was at a loss and panicked; the remnants of the dream and the emptiness of reality intertwined, making his brain chaotic to the point of death.

But he couldn't find Jin Chen.

After a while, Saiyin let out a soft sob.

He crawled out of the coffin, went to that huge bed, and buried himself deep in Jin Chen's bedding and pillow.

He smelled with difficulty and greed the lingering scent of Jin Chen left on it.

His body feels so awful…

The chaos in the dream and the feeling of fullness from drinking blood—upon waking, there was nothing, only a greater sense of empty agitation.

His addiction, after Jin Chen left, seemed to be doubly stimulated, making him almost lose his sanity.

Saiyin's eyes glazed over, buried under the blankets, his mind uncontrollably recalling how Jin Chen used to bully him, those intimate touches, that warm embrace and sweet blood…

Even…

He reached out, fumbled in the headboard's hidden compartment for a moment, and brought the whip weapon that had left countless traces into the blankets.

But no one could see—under the layers of blankets, where exactly it had been used.

Under the same moonlight.

Deep within the progenitor's territory, long abandoned for hundreds of years in the vampire clan's legend…

Jin Chen, or rather Motisi, who had just merged part of his memories and looked slightly weary, leaned lazily on a soft couch, with a phantom mirror bearing rose-and-bat patterns floating before him.

The mirror showed exactly the scene inside Saiyin's bedroom in the Eternal Night Castle.

The Beautiful Count curled up in the blankets filled with his scent, his body trembling slightly, occasionally letting out a sobbing whimper, unconsciously murmuring Jin Chen's name.

Jin Chen took in this scene through the phantom mirror, feeling both the satisfaction of seeing all things so dependent on him and a deeper, more obscure meaning.

He reached out, his fingertips lightly brushing the pale, fragile cheek of Saiyin in the phantom mirror, 'Wait a little longer, my Saiyin.'