Translator: ChuRen/ YuQiChen
After Butler Liszt left, Sephiroth finally looked seriously at Tang Qing, his tone tinged with disdain:
“You’re really stupid.”
Tang Qing: “???”
Sephiroth casually beckoned, “Little blood slave, come here.”
Under the roof, one must bow their head. Tang Qing had no choice but to obediently step forward, climb the steps, and stand before the man.
Then he was suddenly grabbed and pulled into the man’s embrace, sitting on his thigh.
Sitting in Sephiroth’s arms, Tang Qing felt the man’s strong, firm thigh and his chest, solid as a rock. He wondered how Sephiroth had maintained such a good physique despite sleeping in a coffin for so long.
But the man’s embrace was extremely cold, like sitting in a freezer.
Tang Qing suddenly thought—if he hugged this man in summer, wouldn’t they need no air conditioning?
Sephiroth casually ruffled the soft, black hair of the person in his arms, his deep, tingling voice whispering in Tang Qing’s ear:
“I haven’t seen you all day, and you’ve already been bullied. Aren’t you dumb?”
Can it be blamed on him for being dumb…?
Tang Qing thought helplessly. After all, the other party was a vampire. He couldn’t foolishly argue with them. In front of any vampire, he wasn’t even worth mentioning—a weakling. And if bitten on a whim, who could he possibly complain to?
Feeling a bit wronged, Tang Qing lowered his head silently. His long lashes fluttered over his eyelids, lips rosy and moist.
Seeing the little blood slave’s look, Sephiroth found him somewhat cute and couldn’t help but say softly, “What’s wrong? Didn’t I get back at them for you? Why do you still feel wronged?”
Tang Qing didn’t want to discuss this topic any further. How could a high and mighty vampire prince understand a human blood slave’s sensitive feelings?
He remembered the issue he had been unable to let go of—about Julian. He still did not believe Julian would just…
So he asked, “Your Highness, are vampires easy to kill?”
Sephiroth chuckled lightly.
“What’s this? Little blood slave planning to take me on?”
Tang Qing suddenly realised that his question was indeed a bit impolite, so he quickly explained, “No, Your Highness, it’s just that I’m… curious.”
“Doesn’t matter if I tell you,” Sephiroth said casually, teasing Tang Qing without care. “The heart is the weakest spot of a vampire. If the heart is destroyed, our life ends.”
“Also, in sunlight, our abilities are greatly weakened.”
“So what about that tombstone I saw at noon, Julian? What happened to him…”
“Julian was burned to death,” Sephiroth said lightly, hiding the emotion in his eyes.
Moonlight slanted across Sephiroth’s profile, his sharply defined cheekbones looking cold in the shadows. His amber-green eyes were calm and mysterious, like a deep and peaceful lake, though under the surface dark currents swirled.
The man still wore his usual expressionless, aloof, and all-powerful demeanour.
But Tang Qing strangely felt that when this topic came up, a trace of loneliness flickered in Sephiroth’s eyes.
He seemed sad.
“Thank you for telling me this, Your Highness,” Tang Qing said sincerely.
“It’s nothing, these aren’t secrets,” Sephiroth swept aside the long hair in front of him and suddenly raised an eyebrow with a hint of mischief. “Anyway, little blood slaves like you who don’t even have basic common sense, knowing this stuff isn’t of much use.”
Tang Qing couldn’t help but glare at him.
Look down on a weakling, huh? Just wait, I’ll take out the dragon-slaying sword Princess Lilith gave me and take down every vampire one by one.
No wonder—vampires only see humans as food.
And Tang Qing was probably just a more delicious Eastern dish to them.
Who would worry about a braised fish hurting them?
Feeling the vast gap between them, Tang Qing couldn’t help but feel discouraged.
He had come back to Castle Csejte for Julian, but now Julian was gone. And he had inexplicably become the slave of this great villain.
Working during the day, sleeping on the floor at night, not knowing when the vampire prince might bite him.
“Little blood slave,” the man looked down at the suddenly dispirited youth in his arms, amused.
Tang Qing raised his head, his jet-black eyes slightly moist.
Then the man leaned down and kissed him.
Compared to the fierce, almost devouring kiss at noon, this one was as light as a feather.
Tang Qing was surprised and confused, suddenly feeling an inexplicable aching in his chest. The man’s kiss was gentle and patient, more like coaxing and comforting. It was like ripples slowly spreading across a calm water surface, overlapping and cascading gently.
When the man tenderly took Tang Qing’s lower lip into his mouth, Tang Qing felt a sudden sting.
The next moment, the taste of blood spread.
Sephiroth’s mouth also bled, yet he didn’t stop kissing. While kissing Tang Qing, he was also giving him his own blood.
Tang Qing instinctively tried to pull away, but was effortlessly held by the man. The kiss intensified, even gently nibbling on Tang Qing’s tongue, prompting further blood exchange.
The taste of blood tingled on Tang Qing’s tongue, but silently nourished him. He felt a warm current slowly spreading through his body, as if all his strength was returning.
Sephiroth stroked Tang Qing’s hair and tender cheek. In a daze, Tang Qing seemed able to taste the flavour of his own blood in his mouth.
“What… what are you doing?” Tang Qing pushed the man away, confused. Could it be that he really saw him as a braised fish dish, planning to take a bite whenever he pleased?
“Leaving a mark on you,” the man said, wiping the broken corner of his mouth. The wound instantly healed.
Tang Qing looked at Sephiroth with some puzzlement.
A mark?
Isn’t that something only dogs do?
“You just drank my blood.”
Tang Qing nodded. There was still a faint metallic blood taste in his mouth.
He truly didn’t understand. This man had lived for thousands of years and was elderly—but how had he never perfected his kissing skills? Every time they kissed, he ended up bleeding, and now Sephiroth had actually bitten himself and caused his own mouth to bleed.
“A prince’s blood suppresses the bloodlines of other vampires. So, from now on, you don’t have to worry about anyone bullying you in Castle Csejte.”
“You can walk with your head held high.”
“Everyone will know you belong to me, Sephiroth.”
Tang Qing paused for a moment.
So this was what Sephiroth meant; he understood now:
He had transformed from just an ordinary braised fish to a braised fish stamped with the seal—“Official Braised Fish of the Vampire Prince.”
Moreover, whether it was his imagination or not, he always felt a little strange after kissing Sephiroth.
His whole body tingled and prickled, as if being nibbled by ants.
Though sitting on the man’s body as cold as a freezer, Tang Qing still felt an inexplicable heat all over.
Feeling awkward, he twisted his body, attempting to push the man away.
“Little blood slave, I forgot to tell you,” Sephiroth slowly said, watching the restless youth in his arms.
“To numb the prey, vampire blood causes the most primal desires.”
The most primal…
Desires…
Wasn’t that… you know, that thing!
So eloquent in words, so cold in appearance, and after all, vampires were the real walking aphrodisiacs.
Tang Qing suddenly jumped up as if his pants were on fire, escaping from Sephiroth’s embrace.
He dared not be too close to this man anymore.
Being bitten was one thing, but constantly being dosed with aphrodisiac was downright perverse.
“It’s getting late. Go wash up.”
Tang Qing suddenly remembered he hadn’t showered or changed clothes since leaving the storage room.
He never expected that Sephiroth would hold him and kiss him so thoroughly.
Truly a millennium-old monster with zero restraint.
…
After Tang Qing left, Sephiroth remained seated on the sofa.
He gazed out at the bright moonlight, his expression calm but tinged with an indescribable loneliness.
Unexpectedly, there were still those who cared about Julian.
But now, he was fully awakened, and Julian would no longer appear.
Because his power was abnormally strong, he suffered daily backlash from his own abilities—sometimes losing control and even harming himself, showing signs of self-destruction.
He had scoured ancient texts and finally found a brief record:
“The Divine Punishment” had descended.
At this thought, he sneered coldly.
He had never been accepted by the world, surviving only by aligning with darkness.
Perhaps this was what they called the unforgivable laws of heaven.
Over the years, to reduce his self-destructive tendencies during “Divine Punishment”, he had to return to the coffin where he was buried and sleep there during the day, which somewhat suppressed his madness.
But these measures only temporarily slowed it down; as time passed, the coffin’s effect would diminish.
Only those with special physique—the pure royal bloodline and the purest blood—could fully cure him, freeing him from the gods’ punishment.
Today, just as he was about to lose control, that youth happened to appear before him.
He had always known that this youth’s blood smelled incomparably sweet compared to others.
But at that moment, the youth’s scent seemed amplified dozens or hundreds of times, overwhelming every cell in him, causing his entire body to scream with desire.
When he pinned the youth against the tree, he was prepared to drain him completely.
Yet after kissing the youth, he was surprised to find that the youth’s warm and peaceful aura suddenly calmed the raging tempest within him.
Could there be something special about this youth’s background?
From Anne to Tang Qing, he always felt this youth carried too many secrets he couldn’t understand.
Perhaps he should spare the youth’s life.
However, the youth’s calming effect was not always reliable.
Just now, the youth’s unconscious twisting nearly ignited him.
The man lowered his eyelids, his expression unreadable.
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I have one good news 3 bad news, the test was on only 39 elements I didn’t have to study all, bad news one I got 24/25, I keep getting only a 96 in that class, another bad news is that me coming to a meeting of a club doesn’t count because I didn’t fill out an attendance form[they didn’t tell us it was that form], My grades in geometry were 93-94 in total but because I took an accelerating exam and failed it counts to that too making it only 82-83 percent AGHHHHH!!!!. THAT 11% GONE, NOOOO!!! Bad things keep happening. Oh nice direction, also our baby tangtang’s descriptions of braised fishes make me laugh so hard. Also pls tell ME IM WRONG, why does the ml saying about how to kill a vampire sound like our baby tangtang is going to use it on him, like its gonna be a tragic ending, but the last paragraphs kinda goes against it. Thank you for the chapter ChuRen jiejie.