Chapter 3062: Blood‑Stained Addiction 38

Perhaps it was because Sai Yin enjoyed the soothing of the addiction too gently, which greatly pleased Jin Chen.

Jin Chen's palm stroked Sai Yin's slightly twitching abdomen; vampires have no body heat, but the warmth of his palm was adjusted by Jin Chen's magic to an almost scorching degree, and to the blood clan, this temperature felt like it could set a person on fire.

Sai Yin trembled again, his body instinctively tensing then instantly going limp; he lifted his tear-soaked face, his lashes wet and clumped, his blood-colored eyes unfocused yet stubbornly following Jin Chen's face, he softly leaned in for a kiss, a weak, dependent whimper escaping his throat.

Jin Chen rubbed his lips, his tone teasing, 'Do you like this?'

Sai Yin's consciousness still drifted in the clouds, overwhelmed and scattered by the over-satisfied addiction and surging emotions; he could barely stand it, spitting out a slightly numb tongue tip from being sucked, obediently nodding, showing an unaware daze, his pupils clearly scattered yet he subconsciously responded to Jin Chen's words.

Jin Chen lowered his head and solemnly kissed Sai Yin's wet brows and eyes; in his heart surged a pleasure deeper and more intense than any previous soothing.

After his memory returned, the feeling of having lost and regained this, now with a more mature dependence yet retaining that initial naive posture as it returned to his embrace, filled Jin Chen's soul with a satiated satisfaction.

Besides the pleasure, that nasty fondness for teasing his own little elf surfaced again.

He kissed Sai Yin's nose tip, using a coaxing and teasing tone, slowly asking, 'Do you like Jin Chen… or do you like Mo Ti Si, hmm?'

Sai Yin was so startled by those words that he regained a shred of his senses.

He didn't know how to answer; facing Jin Chen's mocking gaze, under the subtle sense of suffocation from Jin Chen's palm pressing down, he could think even less, unable to bear this shame‑laden questioning, he instinctively wanted to close his eyes and escape, but Jin Chen would not allow it.

"Ugh…" Sai Yin, bullied terribly, shook his head in panic, his disheveled black hair helplessly rubbing against Jin Chen's neck, his voice breaking, "All… all like…"

"You're not allowed to say you like both." Jin Chen cut him off.

"How could it be like this…"

Sai Yin was completely at a loss, and under the drive of extreme chaos and dependence, he made the most instinctive reaction.

He was like a cat seeking its master's comfort, rubbing his cheek against Jin Chen's chin, actively kissing the corner of his mouth and jaw, even though he himself was a mess, he still used this coquettish way to beg for pity.

"I like you…" Sai Yin said with a trembling voice, tears welling up again and sliding down his flushed cheeks, "I like you, don't bully me…"

While he piteously begged, his body honestly clung to Jin Chen, as if only such close contact could ease his anxious longing.

Tears rippled, the messy traces, and his thighs, slightly trembling from emotional agitation, appeared ever more plump and alluring, greatly pleasing his master.

"All right, I won't tease you anymore, be good."

Jin Chen's mischievous teasing turned into affection; he kissed away Sai Yin's tears and whispered many soothing words in his ear with a low, gentle voice.

The sweet nothings he would never normally utter came one after another, pouring into Sai Yin's flushed ears.

Sai Yin was dazed from his coaxing, nearly becoming a useless little elf who only knows how to act cute and beg for mercy in his blood father's embrace.

——

Jin Chen lifted him from the already wrecked vine chair; Sai Yin clung to him like a koala, face buried in his shoulder, his faint sobs not yet fully subsided.

Just after gently laying Sai Yin on the bed, Jin Chen turned to fetch some clean cloth to wipe him; losing that familiar embrace, Sai Yin felt as if his heart had been suddenly yanked away.

The pitiful little vampire knelt on the soft bedding, his black hair disheveled, his gaze hazy as he watched Jin Chen's retreating back; his still‑wet tears began to fall silently again.

When Jin Chen returned with a damp cloth, this was the scene: he had just sat down on the bed when Sai Yin lunged into his arms, clinging tightly, afraid he would disappear again.

Jin Chen placed his hand on his back, stroking gently, 'Lift your head.'

Sai Yin obediently lifted his face, then complied by narrowing his eyes, presenting his disheveled, pitiful face before Jin Chen, allowing him to wipe away the chaotic tears with the cloth bit by bit.

After wiping, he still rubbed his icy cheek and nose tip against Jin Chen's fingers affectionately, letting out a contented hum.

Jin Chen worried that the earlier intensity and emotional swings had drained Sai Yin's strength; he touched Sai Yin's slightly swollen lip corner and asked softly, 'Are you hungry?'

Upon hearing the question, Sai Yin bared his sharp fangs, extending them toward Jin Chen, offering his most precious weapon for his blood father to play with.

Clearly a tool vampires use for hunting, symbolizing danger and magnitude, yet he subdued all its sharpness, using it only as a symbol of pleasure.

He nodded, his voice muffled by the exposed fangs, soft and muffled, 'Mm… a little hungry.'

Jin Chen swept the silver hair at his neck to the back of his shoulder, pressed the somewhat uneasy Sai Yin into his embrace, and slipped his fingers into the soft black hair, pressing gently.

Sai Yin leaned against his shoulder, rubbing his nose tip affectionately, leaving a few tiny kisses, then carefully used his fangs to pierce the skin.

Unlike before, the magic contained in this blood was far more mighty, the primal source aura of the forefather, supreme and unmatched.

This power gently flowed into Sai Yin's icy body, swiftly nourishing his dried‑up blood vessels and expended strength, bringing an ultimate sense of satisfaction.

His appetite satisfied, Sai Yin's mind went blank, leaving only a spoiled infatuation; he sipped the blood mouthful by mouthful, clinging tightly to Jin Chen, as if wanting to lock happiness firmly within his body.

So happy…

Wanting to stay like this forever… sinking into his blood father's embrace…

Jin Chen gently brushed aside the hair on his forehead, soaked with sweat and tears, looking at his face, lost in sucking, and asked, 'Why are you crying again?'

Sai Yin shook his head, loosening his grip a little, lifted his tear‑blurred face to look at him, 'Because… I'm too happy…'

He even developed a stronger yearning for intimacy.

Sai Yin blushed, feeling a bit shy as he shifted in Jin Chen's embrace.

His body was covered in marks, deep or light, except for a small patch of skin over his heart, which remained clean because of Jin Chen's earlier reluctance and pity.

Clean as a patch of untouched snow.

Sai Yin took Jin Chen's hand, his fingertips landing exactly over his heart, lifting his misty, thick‑with‑love blood‑colored eyes, gazing at Jin Chen with the expectation of an offering.

He wanted Jin Chen to also drink his blood, wanting their blood to flow through each other's veins.

Not only being given, he also wanted to offer his own most precious blood.

It seemed only such a two‑way dangerous exchange could prove their irreplaceable uniqueness.

Jin Chen understood the expectation and longing in his eyes, gazed at Sai Yin in silence for a few seconds; his appetite was indeed stirred, and he slowly revealed fangs sharper and more oppressive than Sai Yin's.

Those fangs flashed with a cold, icy light, adding a gloomy, dangerous beauty to his handsome visage.

Sai Yin's eyes grew even more enamored; he actively rose to a kneeling sit, lowered his head, wrapped his arms around Jin Chen's head, fingers threading through the silver‑white hair, gently pressing Jin Chen toward his own chest.

Jin Chen's fangs pierced that cold skin.

After a slight sting, there immediately came the satisfaction of blood being sucked.

Though a bite to the chest meant blood loss and a mortal threat to any creature, Sai Yin, after the initial pain, was overwhelmingly happy, showing a somewhat happy smile.

His eyes lost focus, gazing into the void, that speck of blood color in his pupils thickening like blood.