Chapter 184 – When will you fulfil your obligations?

Translator: ChuRen/ YuQiChen

The moonlight was bright, with stars scattered across the sky. The endless blackness above was adorned with a dazzling stream of stars. The night breeze brushed against the face, adding a hint of silvery shimmer to the sky.

Tang Qing watched the two as they headed toward Sephiroth’s bedchamber, then sat at the castle gate, idly plucking grass by the roadside to pass the time.

After about ten minutes, Tang Qing saw Butler Liszt leading the two away from the main hall to rest in their rooms.

“See, I told you. No matter how good you are at seducing men, you’ll never catch Lord Sephiroth’s eye. Over the years, I’ve offered myself hundreds of times, but he never gave me even a glance. His gaze on me has never changed.” Countess Bathory complained casually as she walked, full of charm.

Nick glanced at the butler but maintained a polite smile, gently restraining himself as he said, “For a mighty lord like Sephiroth, it’s normal for him to have high standards. Someone as ordinary as me is just foolishly reaching too high.”

Bathory glanced at him and instantly knew he was putting on a show in front of others. Clearly, he had prepared a lot to seduce Lord Sephiroth, but was now pretending to be nonchalant despite his disappointment.

Someone like her no longer cared about others’ opinions long ago.

As they passed Tang Qing, Bathory was in a bad mood and glanced at him before asking, “Why are you sitting here?”

Tang Qing had no choice but to stand and explain, “Milady, after you left, I was going back to the bedchamber to serve Lord Sephiroth.”

Bathory walked closer, her expression suddenly changing as she questioned, “Why do you smell like Lord Sephiroth?”

Lowering his head, Tang Qing answered, “Because I’m Lord Sephiroth’s blood slave.”

Bathory thought to herself, given Lord Sephiroth’s great power, it was no surprise that even his blood slaves carried his aura.

But in her foul mood, seeing this Eastern youth tainted with Sephiroth’s presence irritated her somewhat.

She reprimanded, “Remember your place. You’re just a blood slave. Don’t think that because Lord Sephiroth looks at you a few times, you can grow arrogant and ignore the rules. Don’t forget who you are.”

Tang Qing found Bathory’s words utterly baffling—maybe she was going through menopause.

He didn’t bother to argue back, letting her words go in one ear and out the other, expressionless as she babbled on.

Bathory, having regained her sense of importance from scolding Tang Qing, strutted arrogantly toward the second-floor rooms.

Nick glanced at Tang Qing thoughtfully before following Countess Bathory’s footsteps.

Tang Qing paid no attention to the two. He pushed aside the trampled grass, brushed the mud off his pants, and returned to the bedchamber.

Sephiroth was already there. He turned to Tang Qing and softly asked, “Little blood slave, no one bullied you today, right?”

Tang Qing shook his head.

Not only had no one bullied him, but he was also nearly “spoiled by favour”.

Sephiroth approached Tang Qing, looking at his awkward expression—his face showing displeasure but feigning happiness—and couldn’t help but find it amusing.

Tang Qing lowered his head, expressionless. His long lashes rested on his eyelids, his fair skin flawless and translucent under the moonlight. His black eyes were slightly moist, and his lips gently pursed, looking soft and kissable.

Did he think no one noticed his awkwardness?

Sephiroth gently grabbed Tang Qing’s chin and kissed him.

The man’s kiss was light and tentative, his tongue tenderly licking the soft flesh inside Tang Qing’s mouth. His movements were unhurried, maintaining a teasing rhythm—soft kisses gradually deepening. His tongue caressed Tang Qing’s lips, lingering and demanding entrance, sucking and licking the young boy’s palate. Tang Qing couldn’t help but let out a faint moan.

Sephiroth’s hand stroked the boy’s soft back, pulling him closer, connecting them more tightly.

The wet sounds of their lips and teeth echoed between them like the most primal, chaotic music. Their saliva mingled, silver threads connecting their lips.

After a while, Sephiroth released Tang Qing.

“Why do you always suddenly kiss me?” Tang Qing wiped the drool at the corner of his mouth, his voice muffled.

“Marking you with my seal,” Sephiroth said casually as he let go.

In truth, a vampire as powerful as him didn’t need to re-mark every day.

But he felt this little blood slave seemed sulky and couldn’t help teasing him a bit.

Tang Qing’s fair face flushed pink, his lips moist and red, looking especially enticing.

Suddenly, Sephiroth said, “Come to think of it, it’s been a long time since I last drank my little blood slave’s blood.”

Tang Qing then remembered—the last time Sephiroth had fed on him was during the Blood Night.

Sephiroth looked at the youth teasingly and said:

“Didn’t you say you admired Lord Sephiroth’s strength, worshipped me for a long time, and willingly became my blood slave?”

“Little blood slave, when will you fulfil your obligations?”

“I-I…” Tang Qing immediately started stammering and hesitating, “I went to play in the mud at the gate today, and I haven’t showered yet.”

Afraid he still wasn’t fragrant enough for Sephiroth, Tang Qing added hurriedly:

“I also had steamed shrimp with garlic, garlic Chinese cabbage, garlic scallops for lunch…”

“And accidentally spilled some garlic sauce on myself…”

After saying this, he nervously raised his head and sneaked a glance at the man.

Sephiroth watched him with a wry smile, his deep phoenix-shaped eyes like a dark night shimmering with tiny ripples.

“Little blood slave is so careless. How should I punish you?”

Afraid Sephiroth would say something cruel, Tang Qing quickly interrupted, “You’re right. I admire you so much that I travelled all this way to Castle Csejte just to be your blood slave. A day without being fed on by you feels unbearable.”

“So, shouldn’t the punishment be that I can’t be fed on today…”

“Isn’t that punishment a bit… ‘severe’?”

Tang Qing hurriedly added, “It’s okay. I need such a profound lesson.”

Sephiroth’s phoenix eyes half-opened, the corners arching attractively. There was a smile in his eyes, or maybe not—a profound and unfathomable web that one couldn’t help but get caught in.

Tang Qing dared not look at him any longer and quickly said, “My lord, I’ll go wash up first. I won’t offend you any longer.”

With that, he didn’t look back at Sephiroth and hurriedly ran out of the bedchamber.

Sephiroth watched Tang Qing’s retreating figure and slightly pursed the corners of his mouth.

…

“Is your name Tang Qing?” a gentle and refined male voice sounded.

Tang Qing, who had been leaning on the railing looking out the window, turned aside upon hearing it.

It was none other than Countess Bathory’s younger brother from yesterday.

“Hello, my name is Tang Qing,” Tang Qing replied.

Unlike the other vampires in the castle who were fearful of Sephiroth’s aura lingering on Tang Qing, Nick leaned closer, took a deep sniff, and then said,

“You smell so good.”

Although Nick appeared refined and polite, considering his vampire identity, Tang Qing immediately got goosebumps all over.

Wasn’t this just like a human praising a plate of braised fish for smelling good?

“Thank you…” Tang Qing said nervously, quietly stepping back a few paces.

“Hahaha, don’t be afraid. Vampires don’t just suck the blood of everyone they meet,” Nick said with a gentle and tasteful smile.

“Is that so…” Tang Qing shivered.

“I’m different from my sister. I only drink cold blood, or the blood of those who willingly become my blood slaves. I don’t force humans,” Nick said with apparent sympathy, smiling warmly.

“What’s cold blood?” Tang Qing asked.

“There are two types of blood: hot blood and cold blood. Hot blood is fresh blood that vampires directly suck from humans. This fresh, warm blood provides the strongest nourishment for vampires.”

“Cold blood refers to human blood that has been separated from the body for a period, stored in containers like bottles or bags. For example, blood that is voluntarily drawn from humans and stored in blood bags at hospitals.”

“Many vampires who can’t catch humans or don’t like drinking hot blood choose to drink cold blood or even animal blood.”

Tang Qing understood.

So vampires don’t only drink fresh human blood; they have many other options.

Suddenly, Julian came to his mind. He believed that Julian, who considered him a friend despite being human, wouldn’t choose to drink human hot blood either.

“Human hot blood tastes better compared to other blood. But not all vampires insist on hot blood.”

“For example, I don’t like drinking human hot blood.”

After speaking, Nick showed Tang Qing a gentle smile.

“Can I be your friend?” he said, extending his hand. “Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you.”

For some reason, despite Nick’s reasonable words, Tang Qing still felt something off about him—there was an unsettling aura about the man.

“I still have to go clean the Eternal Grounds, so I won’t keep you any longer.”

Tang Qing quickly made up an excuse and left Nick without looking back, jogging straight toward the vampire cemetery.

Seriously, does Tang Qing have “very gullible” written on his forehead?

How desperate for friends would one have to be to befriend a mysterious vampire like that?

Thinking this, Tang Qing arrived at the Eternal Grounds.

Following his previous memory, he unconsciously walked to the spot engraved with Julian’s name.

He still couldn’t believe Julian had died so easily. He wanted to see if there was some secret hidden there.

He walked around the tombstone, observing the huge and luxurious coffin.

Suddenly, an overwhelming force slammed him onto the coffin.

The visitor’s handsome, flawless face was cold as ice, his deep phoenix-shaped eyes glaring fiercely. His amber-green irises had turned blood-red, exuding a strange and terrifying aura.

It was Sephiroth.

“Your Highness, what’s wrong?” This man standing before him was suddenly unfamiliar.

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