Chapter 185 – “Has your sweetheart never satisfied you?”

Translator: ChuRen/ YuQiChen

Tang Qing was pressed against the massive coffin, his head tilted back resting against the hard coffin lid.

The ebony coffin made his slender neck look even fairer and softer—graceful as a swan, like a sacrificial offering to a demon, temptingly delicious.

Sephiroth leaned down and tenderly kissed that delicate, slender neck.

“So fragrant.”

Tang Qing widened his eyes in confusion.

The man’s behavior was unusual; this kiss felt different from ordinary kisses.

Sephiroth’s cold and noble appearance easily misled others to think he was someone who wouldn’t succumb to worldly desires.

Having spent several days with Sephiroth, Tang Qing gradually forgot how dangerous and overbearing this man had seemed when he first saw him at the end of the fourth floor—how oppressive he was.

He wasn’t as cold and restrained as he appeared.

On the contrary, as the vampire leader, he possessed the most powerful abilities and the most difficult-to-control primal lust.

Tang Qing realized that Sephiroth’s body was actually bleeding from many wounds, even sharp scratches on his face.

The man’s muscular physique was strong and powerful, each inch packed with incredible explosive force, yet unable to conceal the scars crisscrossing his skin, varying in depth.

Today was the day of divine punishment.

Each divine punishment grew more severe—now Sephiroth had completely lost his sanity.

Even the coffin where Sephiroth was buried could no longer restrain him. His self-destructive tendencies intensified; he hated everything within his reach and wanted to destroy it all.

“Your Highness, what’s wrong…” Tang Qing reached out to push the man off him.

But the strength gap was immense; his struggle was futile.

“Little blood slave.”

The man’s hand caressed Tang Qing’s delicate neck, while the other rested on his supple waist.

Tang Qing’s waist was delicate and smooth, extremely sensitive. When the man’s icy hand touched it, he couldn’t help but tremble uncontrollably.

“So cold…” Tang Qing’s voice wavered faintly.

The youth twisted his slender waist restlessly, a light blush spreading across his fair face.

Little did he know, this appearance only made people want to bully him even more.

“Don’t be afraid, soon it won’t be cold anymore.” The man’s voice was calm and emotionless.

Tang Qing tried to wriggle away from the man’s embrace, but was firmly pinned beneath him on the coffin.

“No, this place is…” Tang Qing was too embarrassed to finish his sentence. This was the Eternal Grounds, filled with numerous coffins holding those in eternal slumber.

Not to mention, the coffin beneath him belonged to Julian.

Thinking of this, Tang Qing mustered all his strength to lift his leg and kicked fiercely at the man’s most vulnerable spot.

But the man caught his foot in one hand.

“Do you dislike me so much?” Sephiroth’s phoenix eyes looked down coldly at Tang Qing as he asked.

He possessed Julian’s memories. Although he wouldn’t fully retain Julian’s feelings, his impression was that when Julian kissed the youth, the boy never resisted so fiercely.

“Let go of me…” Tang Qing struggled, trying to pull his trapped leg free.

In the movement, the pendant on his chest swayed.

A flash of light flickered through it.

“What’s this?” The man looked at the shining necklace on Tang Qing’s chest and reached out to grab it.

Tang Qing immediately covered the pendant with both hands, firmly guarding it against his chest. “This is very important to me. You can’t touch it.”

It was the necklace Julian had given him on the day they parted. He didn’t want anyone to touch it.

Sephiroth snorted coldly, “Isn’t that the thing your beloved gave you?”

He still remembered that the last time he almost drank the boy’s blood, the cross on the boy’s chest had suddenly harmed him.

This was the gift the royal princess had given the youth.

The boy had become his blood slave for the sake of that princess.

Thinking of this, a complex shadow darkened the crimson depths of the man’s eyes.

“Do you really think this can protect you?” Sephiroth looked at Tang Qing’s anxious and concerned expression with growing discomfort, cold as an icy river.

“This is not when I just awoke—I won’t be fooled by your little tricks anymore. Since you love wearing this necklace so much,”

His tone turned mocking and malicious.

“Then let your beloved see exactly how I take you.”

As he spoke, the man slipped down Tang Qing’s trousers and kissed that soft, vulnerable place.

Tang Qing’s entire body was well-kept, even that certain area was clean and pure.

A gentle kiss from the man made him panic and seem pitifully delicate.

Tang Qing longed to push the man beneath him away, but his most fragile part was held captive in the man’s mouth, rendering him helpless to act recklessly.

“My lord, please stop… aren’t you afraid of dirtying…” the boy’s large black almond eyes opened wide, glistening with tears that sparkled like stars scattered across the night.

…

Perhaps out of fear, or because it was the boy’s first time, the boy soon finished.

Sephiroth swallowed what was in his mouth and looked at the youth on the coffin with a smile.

“So soon? Has your beloved never satisfied you?”

Tang Qing didn’t understand the man’s meaning and could only blush awkwardly. His fair, soft earlobes were flushed pink, tender as spring water.

Seeing the boy’s innocent expression, Sephiroth’s mood lightened somewhat.

Before Tang Qing could recover, the man forcefully claimed his lips and tongue again.

A stormy kiss descended.

The vampire prince, in the throes of divine punishment, had completely lost control of himself—his kiss was that of a starving beast, filled with primal hunger, possession, and ferocity.

His tongue forcefully pried open Tang Qing’s tightly closed teeth, roughly tasting every corner of the tender mouth. The smacking sounds echoed through the Eternal Grounds, saliva dripping onto the coffin beneath them amid their intertwining.

His low moans were filled with animalistic instinct and cruel desire.

Tang Qing struggled to escape but was trapped tightly in his embrace. The man gripped the boy’s wrists and waist so hard that bruises appeared, as if he wanted to swallow him whole while passionately kissing him.

Tang Qing tried to push the man away, but his own body responded involuntarily, yielding to the kiss.

In the end, he could only submissively respond, sinking deeper into the vampire’s fabricated dream.

The boy’s servant outfit gradually tore under the man’s grasp.

…

The youth beneath him fell into unprecedented pleasure.

Beyond his body reaching the peak, his mind became confused and hypersensitive, and his body extraordinarily fragile. He found his senses were sharper than ever during this encounter; each touch on his skin brought infinitely amplified ecstasy.

The last mercy of the vampire prince.

Sephiroth looked at the boy beneath him, whose fair face was flushed with an alluring redness, his head weakly tilted back, displaying a slender neck and delicate collarbones.

When a vampire found prey they liked, they would indulge in their pleasure before savoring their essence.

He admitted, he felt something different about this boy.

However, when divine punishment descended, he couldn’t suppress his bloodthirsty instincts and impulses.

Another instinct within his blood was awakening—the craving for fresh blood. He knew that with a gentle bite, the boy’s beautiful vitality would flow into his lips and teeth.

He only wanted to follow his instincts and destroy all things beautiful.

He slowly bared his fangs.

Leaning down, he aimed for the boy’s neck.

Just as his sharp teeth were about to touch the delicate, flawless skin,  a sharp pain suddenly surged into his brain.

He abruptly paused. His thoughts were disturbed, and a strange sensation welled up inside him.

Every cell in his body screamed for desire, craving to flood himself with the boy’s fresh blood.

However, his movements were no longer under his control.

“How can this be?” The man slowly reached toward Tang Qing’s chest and pulled out the necklace that had just flashed.

It was a bronze chain, set with a teardrop-shaped, dazzling green gemstone, clear and radiant.

Just like Julian’s eye color.

The man had expected to find some other woman’s token carefully kept by the boy.

But unexpectedly, the necklace the boy had kept close to his chest all along was a gift from Julian.

The man’s crimson eyes faded from deep red to a rich dark green, no longer filled with bloodlust and ferocity.

Holding the pendant in his palm, his mind gradually regained clarity, and the lost emotions slowly returned.

He was born without feelings, rejected by divine law, unloved by the world.

Unaware of what emotions were.

Only when he embodied Julian could he forget his identity, forget the blood debts.

Only then did he feel his heart still beat.

Beating for the boy beneath him.

He was the cold, ruthless Sephiroth; the boy Julian appeared only when he was weak.

He merely stored Julian’s memories like a recording, as a bystander, untouched emotionally.

He knew Julian loved this boy dearly, but he did not share those feelings. He only acknowledged that the boy was a little more special than others—but just a little.

And only to that extent.

Yet now, he found himself influenced by Julian’s fierce emotions, affecting his own decisions.

Like a cold machine suddenly injected with foreign feelings.

Strange and soft.

He closed his eyes, trying to expel the fragile consciousness, but could not dispel that voice.

It repeatedly stated one fact: this was the one he loved.

“Tang Qing,” he murmured softly.

He knew this was the boy he treasured more than anything.

He reached out to touch the boy’s cheek but withdrew.

His actions then became gentle. Carefully, he adjusted the boy’s clothes to cover that alluring, vulnerable neck.

He held the boy around the waist and carried him back into the castle.

“My lord… what is this?” Butler Liszt looked up at Lord Sephiroth with surprise, respectfully holding the Eastern slave.

The boy was unconscious, wrapped tightly by the man as if to prevent anyone from taking a second glance.

Only a pair of fair, delicate feet were exposed—exquisite and beautiful like works of art.

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