Chapter 3069: Blood-Stained Addiction 45

Sai Yin had waited a long time in the cage wrapped in blood lines; only the blood lines inside and outside his body, constantly wandering and entwining him, reminded him of his present situation.

The blood lines' teasing was truly excessive; they always changed to a new pattern just as Sai Yin was about to adapt.

Before Jin Chen's true form even descended, Sai Yin had already been bullied several times in this endless punishment filled with the Blood Father's aura and spiritual power.

The intense reaction drained Sai Yin's already weak stamina from his recent recovery from serious injury; later he grew so weak he lay limp on the soft, slick blanket, too lazy to move a finger, with unshed tears and sweat hanging on his eyelashes.

The blood lines seemed to notice Sai Yin's condition as well; a darker-colored vine slowly descended from the top of the cage, winding its way to his cheek.

Sai Yin's lips, slightly parted from prolonged panting and glistening with moisture, were lightly brushed by the vine.

As if reminding him that his body needed nourishment.

Sai Yin, dazed, had little strength to resist, perhaps because his body craved the Blood Father's aura, and he passively allowed himself to be bitten.

Sai Yin's lips had gone a little numb from the manipulation, and only then did he taste the magic-infused juice, instinctively absorbing this hard-won nourishment.

But Sai Yin surely didn't know how disheveled he looked, how……

Unbearable.

From the viewpoint of the blood lines at the top of the cage, the thing Sai Yin took for a blanket, under the blood-colored light, looked more like an external manifestation of spiritual power, allowing direct feedback of everything it touched to the true body.

The vampire lying in the center was the sole pallor in this blood-red and dark expanse, as if just fished out of water.

His fragile skin occasionally left faint red marks on the cage's slick vine walls, unconsciously.

Like a fish that had left the water and been left on the shore too long, dripping wet.

And this pallid, fragile body was also bound by several scarlet blood lines, pulling his limbs apart so he could not curl up to gain even a bit of psychological protection.

The vine that had fed him, after finishing its feeding, wrapped several more turns around his slender neck, like a dangerous yet affectionate poisonous snake.

……It's a bit too much.

And the countless blood lines coiling around the cage's surroundings and walls, gazing at everything inside, made the feeling of being stared at by countless gazes, nakedly scrutinized, even more scalp-tingling.

Sai Yin coughed hoarsely a few times, trembling and unconsciously shouting, "Jin Chen…"

"Blood Father…"

Perhaps it was because his tone was too pitiful and helpless, too dependent.

Sai Yin, once again tormented into mental scattering by the blood lines within his body, lifted his drenched neck and pleaded with a crying tone, "You…… are you…… watching me……?"

As if in response, the blood lines and vines coiling around the cage and even those wrapped around Sai Yin, without warning, each developed a fissure.

No, not a crack.

That…… is…… eyes.

Eye after eye opened on the surface of the dark-red blood lines and vines, layer upon layer, filling every point within sight.

Gentle, icy, playful, pitying……

The emotions expressed by the eyeballs seemed not entirely the same, yet they all stared unblinkingly at the center of the cage, that little pitiful one bound, bullied, and fed by them.

"……!" Sai Yin shuddered all over.

Been stared at.

The feeling of being nakedly stared at by countless eyes belonging to the Blood Father, even…… appraised, brought danger and shame comparable to the moment six hundred years ago when he first stormed that terrifying castle and, upon facing the Mokesis mask, met those blue eyes for the first time.

The extreme stimulation and fear, plus the blood lines under his skin that never ceased, left Sai Yin utterly unable to endure.

Spasms, stiffness, total collapse.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, he…… collapsed once again.

After a brief blank, Sai Yin was drenched in sweat, his blood-colored eyes filled with unfaded haze; he realized these eyes were Jin Chen's eyes, another manifestation of his spiritual power.

So the blood lines now not only entwined him; Sai Yin, thinking in confusion, almost lost consciousness, wondering whether the blood lines inside his body…… could also see?

Every inch touched by the blood lines was laid bare, unreservedly, before the Blood Father's eyes.

It was as if being peered at by many…… many blood lines; it was…… everything, all enjoyed by the Blood Father, right……

Sai Yin's tears kept dripping drop by drop; that blank, lost gaze, mixed with extreme shame and dazedness, made his face look as if he had gone mad.

"Jin Chen…" he murmured unconsciously; unable to see Jin Chen's true form, when a spiritual-power blood line lightly touched the corner of his lips as it usually did in affection, he responded like a customary kiss with Jin Chen, gently turning his face to cling and entwine.