Have you ever been forced to do something you didn't want to do, but at the same time, you knew you wouldn't be happy if you didn't follow through with it? It's the same feeling as wanting a new phone and a new laptop but only having enough money to buy one.
So, we stood in front of Foxy Yaya's mansion. It felt like I was in the '60s, standing outside the gate, waiting for a butler to open it for us. Who even does that anymore? Then a man in a suit came over, opened a side door for us, welcomed us with a smile, and led us to the living room.
The living room was huge, easily able to accommodate a hundred people. Honestly, what a waste of space, with just a gold-trimmed coffee table, a set of vintage sofas, a grand piano, and a double spiral staircase that led to one destination: the bedrooms upstairs.
I dropped my bag on the spotless floor and sat on the sofa. I looked around. "Xiao Lan, what a waste of space! This room could accommodate at least four families." I turned left and right. "Is there something like a bell or a bell rope? If I pull it or ring it, will a maid come running to me?"
Xiao Lan looked at me oddly. "Don't be so childish."
The old butler came back and took us to our room. As he walked, he said, "Xiao Lan, your room is still the same. Everything you left should be there. We wash your clothes every two weeks, per Master Yargui's request."
I said, "Xiao Lan, this Yaya of yours is a keeper." I frowned. "Why can't I find someone like that myself?"
Xiao Lan said, "Yaya and I… we…"
I looked at him, hesitant. "No need to explain. I don't care, and I don't want to listen." I walked quickly ahead.
Xiao Lan walked over, took my hand, and said, "You don't need to take us there; I know the way."
The butler turned around and said, "Very good." He returned my suitcase to me and walked away.
I looked at Xiao Lan. "You carry it." I pushed the suitcase to him.
Xiao Lan's room was bigger than my entire apartment. It was hard for me to understand why he left this luxurious life to leech off me. I wouldn't leave it if I had this kind of luxury, but, thinking about annoying Yaya, I guess no matter how good the steak is, if you eat it for days in a row, you can get tired of it.
I jumped onto the bed and lay down, my feet dangling from the edge of the bed. I looked at Xiao Lan, who was sorting my suitcase and hanging my clothes in the closet.
I asked, "Xiao Lan, why did you leave this house in the first place? I mean, Yaya is a little annoying, but he's nice to you."
Xiao Lan said, "My contract ended."
I turned around and stared at the ceiling. "If your contract's up, why is Yaya still cleaning your room?" I put my hands behind my head. "He's got a thing for you. Hmm… even a blind man can tell, and I'm that blind man." I turned to the left and jumped back to the headboard in shock.
The young woman reached her hands towards me, blood dripping from her mouth. She said, "Xin hãy nhanh lên."
I tried to get her long, ugly hands off my face with my own hands. I cried out in fear, "Go away… go away…"
I looked at Xiao Lan to see if he would help me, but that bastard just stood there, as if whatever was happening to me amused him. I grabbed that ugly, rotten hand. I struggled and said, "Xiao Lan… help me get rid of this ugly ghost!"
Xiao Lan looked at me and said, "I don't see anything."
I shouted, "She came out of the mirror with those rotten arms!"
Xiao Lan stared at the mirror; her rotten arms quickly retracted into it. I looked at my hands and rushed into the bathroom. I started scrubbing my hands with hot water.
Xiao Lan stood at the bathroom door and said, "Are you going to scrub until you bleed?"
I looked at Xiao Lan angrily. I grabbed the bottle of hand soap and threw it at him. I don't know why I kept throwing things at him, because, as usual, he caught the bottle of hand soap with a smirk on his face.
Xiao Lan walked back into the bathroom and put the bottle of hand soap back on the sink. He pulled me closer to him. He whispered in my right ear, "Let me take your heart elsewhere." I heard his horny breath ringing in my ear. Then he licked my ear, biting lightly on my earlobe.
Xiao Lan's wet tongue slid across my cheek and started kissing me. His left hand slid behind my pants, pinching my buttock, and his right hand undid my belt. When my pants dropped to my ankles, Xiao Lan turned me around and shoved his popsicle directly into my passageway, and he started to thrust.
Xiao Lan wrapped his arms around my waist tightly, using his hungry, angelic voice. He moaned ecstatically, "Do you like it? Do you want me to pound you harder?" His right hand was still clutching my waist, and his left hand was pulling my hair back. "Do you like it? Huh? Want me to go faster?"
I gasped, "Yes… yes… do me harder!"
Xiao Lan said, "Jig, hurry up. Why are you still staring at the mirror?"
I came back to my senses and froze for a moment. "What?" I looked down, and it seemed that I was still neatly dressed. I'm getting irritable because I keep letting these little rams and little orchids do these dirty things to me. I can't figure out why every time Xiao Lan gets close to me, I'll always think about him doing me. It's not that I lack being laid. Whenever there's a chance, Xiao Lan won't miss any opportunity to undress me and satisfy his thirst. I know my dirty thoughts are because Xiao Lan has had a bad influence on me.
I walked out of the bathroom and lay on the bed with Xiao Lan lying next to me. I turned to the left and looked at him. I looked at him carefully and asked, "Xiao Lan, how old are you?"
Xiao Lan said, "I don't remember how old I am."
I said, "You must know when you were born. I'll be twenty-six soon." I looked at Xiao Lan, who was still thinking. "Well… well… well… let me do the math for you. What year were you born?"
Xiao Lan said, "I really don't remember. I don't know the date and year of my birth. I only know that when I was one or two years old, it was the first year of the Renaissance."
I was taken aback by Xiao Lan's answer and suddenly sat up from the bed. I pointed at Xiao Lan, "You… you… you…"
Xiao Lan looked at me with a blank expression, like this had no effect on him whatsoever. He sighed and said, "Me what?"
I said in a trembling voice, "You… are… a vampire…"
Xiao Lan said, "Half."
I was still blown away by all the numbers in my brain. Well, if my calculations are correct, Xiao Lan would be born in 1200, which makes him… let me see… he… he is 821 years old. Fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck what…! A young, beautiful, and elegant man like me slept with an 821-year-old fart. He's only half a vampire, not even full-blooded. I mean, if he's a full vampire, that's another story. I don't mind falling in love with a handsome 800-year-old vampire who looks like a model on a Paris runway. No wonder he's as horny as a horse… wait, horses aren't that horny…? Hmm… Anyway, I can't take it… I'm too young to be the mistress of this half-vampire fart who isn't even a full-blood vampire, doesn't live in Paris, but is a leech under my wings.
I suddenly felt disgusted. I mean, all the touches he touched me with. All the kisses from his warm and powerful big tongue. His big tongue slid from my neck to my nipples and onto, you know where…
I hurriedly jumped onto Xiao Lan and said, "Xiao Lan, do me now…"
Xiao Lan smiled and said, "What?"
I felt hot flashes burn my body from the inside out. "Do me now!"
Xiao Lan smiled and said, "I thought you could accept the fact that you slept with an 821-year-old fart?"
I quickly said, "Shut up!"
Xiao Lan smiled and said lustily, "Shall I do you like a horny horse does his mate?"
I punched him twice on the chest. "You're not allowed to read my thoughts!"
Xiao Lan smiled and said, "I'll do you like a horny, 821-year-old fart does his little young mistress." Xiao Lan sat up and covered my mouth with his mouth.
The room was filled with the lust of Xiao Lan and I. Yeah, I guess it's not bad that I don't have a rich, full-blooded vampire who lives in Paris in a mansion like in the movies, but hey, let's face it, nothing's perfect in reality, and we have to accept that movies are just for our entertainment. Then a soft knock came on our bedroom door.
Xiao Lan said, "Go open the door?"
I said, "Why can't you?"
Xiao Lan smiled and said, "I'm naked."
I frantically got off the bed and opened the door. I shouted, "What do you want?"
Yaya flipped the switchblade back and forth between his fingers. He smiled and said, "Hey… we meet again."