"What? Touch your ears?"
Yu Deng widened his eyes, looking at the tall and fierce werewolf bowing his head in front of him.
The pair of furry ears were deep grey, the fur smooth and fluffy, standing tall.
Anders emphasized to the little blood clan seriously, "They feel very good."
The pair of wolf ears seemed to echo, shaking lightly twice, silently sending out an invitation.
"Really..."
Yu Deng was actually a little tempted, he had never touched a wolf's ear before. His gaze lingered on the ears atop the werewolf's head, his fingertips twitched.
Wen Luo, standing by with his hands hanging down, his eyelids twitched.
As everyone knows, the ears and tails of werewolves are very sensitive places, just like the proud blood clan, werewolves usually only allow their mates to touch these parts.
This werewolf was clearly courting.
But the werewolf acted so calmly, as if he was just asking Yu Deng to touch a big dog's ear.
Wen Luo saw that Yu Deng was about to reach out and touch the werewolf, and couldn't help but interrupt, "Young Master."
Yu Deng tilted his head in confusion, "Huh? What's wrong."
Being interrupted like this, Yu Deng's attention was diverted, and the action he was about to take to touch stopped.
The werewolf was extremely unhappy, he gnashed his teeth, and simply grabbed Yu Deng's hand, pressing it directly on top of his head.
"Eh?"
Yu Deng was grabbed by the werewolf, his hand already landing on the other person's head.
One of Yu Deng's hands could only grasp one of the wolf ears, the deep gray ears were warm and soft, and when he touched them, they trembled quickly from time to time.
So furry, so good to rub.
Yu Deng's eyes lit up. He couldn't resist such a furry feel, he couldn't help but rub a few times.
While Anders was mentally prepared, the whole wolf froze for a few seconds. However, he soon entered a state of excitement under Yu Deng's touch.
He was very comfortable and excited to be rubbed by the little blood clan.
He even wanted to completely transform into his original form, use his soft belly to press down on the little blood clan, lick his whole body with his warm tongue, and become one with him.
"..."
Wen Luo was a step slower, watching helplessly as Yu Deng began to indulge in rubbing the wolf. His expression was as calm and steady as ever, but if you looked closely, you could see that the smile in his eyes had faded a little.
The werewolf, whose ears were being stroked, maintained his head-lowered posture, his breathing was heavy, his eyes were dim, and he stared straight at the beautiful blood clan boy.
"How is it? I didn't deceive you, did I."
Yu Deng couldn't say anything insincere, "...It's really good."
Anders received praise, his tail almost couldn't help but pop out. He glanced provocatively at the blood clan butler, and moved closer to the little blood clan without making a sound.
Wen Luo closed his eyes and reminded him gently, "Young Master, many guests are watching you."
Huh? Is that so!
Yu Deng quickly retracted his hand, and pushed Anders' shoulder, "Okay, I'm done, you can get up now."
Anders: "..."
He straightened up, feeling both unhappy and regretful.
Not far away, another werewolf wandered over with a wine glass in hand, his tone teasing.
"Hey, Chief, what are you doing? I saw you bowing your head from a distance. Don't tell me you're letting someone pet your ears... hiss."
The brown-haired werewolf stopped mid-sentence as he caught sight of Yu Deng.
He was instantly stunned by the close-up beauty, forgetting his chief entirely. He gave Yu Deng a bright smile and said, "Young vampire, you're really good-looking. Can I have a… deeper conversation with you?"
Yu Deng: "?" Are all werewolves this straightforward?
Anders: "…" He clenched his fist tightly.
With the vampire butler, he had shown some restraint, but with this werewolf, Anders didn't hold back and threw a punch.
"Scram." The clueless fool, hitting on the chief's crush.
That werewolf scrambled away in a panic.
Encountering one after another who had their sights set on Yu Deng, Anders was growing keenly aware of the competition around him.
After driving off his subordinate, Anders turned to Yu Deng, instantly switching his expression and asking eagerly, "So, beautiful vampire, will you dance with me? For the sake of these ears."
Yu Deng tilted his chin up. "We'll see."
Not getting a definite answer, Anders replied disappointedly, "Alright, I understand."
Oh well, at least the young vampire hadn't outright refused him.
…
After chatting with Yu Deng a bit more, the werewolf finally stepped away for now.
Wen Luo hadn't interrupted the young master's socializing this time. He waited until that scheming werewolf left before quietly introducing him to Yu Deng.
"Young master should be able to recognize him; he's a werewolf, the leader of one of the three major werewolf clans—the Archiayoli family. His temper is terrible; he's a fierce and ruthless werewolf."
Yu Deng nodded, indicating that he had remembered.
[Beep—Scan complete. Host, this werewolf named Anders is also one of your special mission targets this time.]
Yu Deng: "!!" So Mr. Werewolf is a target too!
"System, is it also uncertain whether Anders is a player or an NPC?"
[Yes.]
Alright, alright, as if this instance didn't have enough puzzles to solve already. Yu Deng thought, trying to find a bit of humor in his misery.
He raised his head, looking at the crowd.
The guests were already engrossed in their revelry. Some non-humans who knew each other were chatting boisterously, while others were networking and making connections. A few with bad tempers, for some reason, were even arguing.
Yu Deng observed for a few minutes, using his vampire-enhanced hearing to listen in for a while, but he couldn't figure out who the players were.
And... why did he feel hot?
Earlier, outside, with the night breeze, he hadn't felt anything. But now that he'd been inside for a while, Yu Deng felt increasingly warm.
How strange. In the last instance, the manor's interior was always chilly...
Besides feeling hot, Yu Deng found the place quite unpleasant-smelling too.
"Wen Luo…" Yu Deng frowned, unable to resist calling out to the butler, "Why is there a bad smell in the banquet hall?"
Wen Luo looked a bit surprised. "A bad smell?"
"Mm... and I'm feeling strange now."
Wen Luo's expression turned serious. He waved over a few vampire servants and instructed them to investigate.
The unpleasant odor kept getting closer. Yu Deng furrowed his brows tightly, feeling even his breathing was becoming difficult.
"Young master, hello. It's an honor to meet you at this banquet."
A vampire approached Yu Deng, holding a cup filled with fresh blood, and said eagerly, "It seems you haven't eaten yet. Would you like to try this? It's fresh blood from a royal maiden, a rare delicacy."
As he spoke, he brought the cup up to Yu Deng. The terrible smell hit Yu Deng with full force, making him nauseous.
Yu Deng's face turned deathly pale in an instant.
With a look of disgust, he covered his mouth, retching uncomfortably, his waist slightly bending as he weakened.
The eager vampire froze, and the banquet hall fell into an eerie silence, with everyone casting subtle glances at Yu Deng.
A voice came from a corner.
"It's really strange. Blood is the most delicious delicacy for vampires. Even if it doesn't suit his taste, it shouldn't make him feel sick."
"That's right. I've never seen a vampire react to blood by throwing up."
"Yes, although he's from the Duke's family… but what if those cunning humans did something?"
The guests wore different expressions—some skeptical, some curious, and many… greedy.
After all, sacrifices weren't only meant to be killed.
Yu Deng retched for a while, as Wen Luo gently patted his back, instructing the servants to clear away the blood drinks around them, and offered him a glass of clear water.
Wen Luo apologized softly, "My apologies, it was my oversight not considering that you wouldn't like these offerings."
After a while, Yu Deng finally lifted his head again.
Tear stains were visible on his pale cheeks, his dark eyes moist and his eyelids red, looking pitiful.
Yu Deng had vaguely overheard the whispered discussions. He felt somewhat displeased, wanting to show these gossiping people his wings.
But perhaps due to the unpleasant blood just now, his little wings didn't move at all.
As a result, he looked just like an innocent and frail human.
Yu Deng lifted his gaze, his clear eyes sweeping over the crowd. His voice was still somewhat hoarse as he snapped, "The blood just now smelled bad, so I didn't like it. Got a problem with that?"
A cloaked wizard muttered something quietly.
The black-haired butler half-supported Yu Deng, turning to face the crowd in the banquet hall, his emerald-green eyes cold.
"Everyone, mind your words. The young master is merely particular and has a bit of a cleanliness obsession. The Duke himself doesn't care for low-quality blood. Does that mean he's not a vampire?"
The guests fell silent.
Lady Claudia looked at Yu Deng and said a few words to smooth things over, and the hall soon returned to its lively atmosphere.
In just a few minutes, Yu Deng had likely been suspected as a sacrificial target, though the butler's demeanor had dispelled those suspicions for now.
Clutching the cup he'd just drunk water from, Yu Deng sulked as he asked, "Wen Luo, is it really that strange for me to be picky? Are you picky?"
"It's not strange at all. You simply react a bit more strongly," Wen Luo replied. "I also have certain standards for human blood. But my family once lived in the East, so we sometimes consume animal blood that's been specially prepared."
Hearing Wen Luo's response, Yu Deng let his imagination run wild. Could it be like spicy blood stew? he wondered.
With that thought, he gloomily declined Wen Luo's offer to prepare other blood, instead nibbling on some fruits he'd never seen in the real world.
These fruits looked somewhat like wide-mouthed, screaming radishes, but surprisingly tasted nice—a bit like peaches.
The fresh sweetness managed to quell the lingering nausea from earlier.
By now, most of the guests in the banquet hall had finished eating. The ghostly musicians began playing a fast-paced tune.
Yu Deng noticed that the werewolf gentleman from earlier was by his side again.
"Little vampire, are you all right?" Anders asked, frowning.
Yu Deng shook his head. "I'm okay now, but I don't feel like dancing anymore."
The werewolf's ears drooped, and he looked down, disappointed. "…I see. If you're not feeling well, then I really shouldn't bother you."
For some reason, Yu Deng saw a vision of a big, pitiful dog denied its bone. Oddly, he also felt that the werewolf smelled... better than before?
Confused, Yu Deng looked at the dejected Anders, hesitated, and said, "Well, if it's just for a short while, I suppose that's fine."
…
True to the dungeon's word, the ball really did count as a safe night.
After dancing a few beats with the werewolf gentleman, Yu Deng considered it enough to say they'd danced. Many others later approached him, hoping for a dance, but Yu Deng turned them all down.
The indescribable discomfort grew increasingly intense, and Yu Deng even felt a strange burning sensation.
As for how the players were testing each other and how the audience in the livestream was analyzing everything in detail, that was beyond Yu Deng's concern.
He decided to leave the banquet early, returning to his room with the butler's company.
Feeling exhausted, he didn't want to deal with anything that required brainpower.
The butler had already prepared a tub of bathwater for him, along with a change of clothes. Yu Deng slowly made his way over and reached out to test the water temperature.
"Ow… it's so hot!"
The tips of his delicate fingers turned slightly red from the heat. He scolded, "Why did you set the water so hot?"
The black-haired butler immediately recognized the issue. "I apologize, young master; I didn't consider it properly."
"Vampires have a lower body temperature, dislike sunlight, and are more sensitive to heat than humans. Since you are a newly awakened vampire, you will be even more sensitive to heat."
Wen Luo lowered the water temperature by about ten degrees.
Yu Deng pondered the butler's words slowly, suddenly realizing: right, it was the heat.
He now understood how to describe the strange discomfort he had felt earlier—he felt hot and constricted by the long sleeves and pants he was wearing.
Turning to look at the intricately styled long shirt and trousers the butler had prepared for him, he disdainfully commanded, "I don't want to wear these."
He was already hot; wearing those would make him feel even worse!
"Go find me something shorter to wear."
Wen Luo hesitated for a moment. "You mean you need shorts and a short-sleeved shirt…?"
"Uh-huh, something that won't make me hot," Yu Deng replied.
"I understand." Wen Luo nodded. "You can wash up first, and I'll have the bats bring it in later."
Yu Deng replied with a soft "oh" and watched as the butler stepped back and left the bathroom. He discarded his cumbersome clothes on the floor and slid into the bath.
After a while, two small bats flew in, carrying clothes and respectfully placing them on the rack.
Yu Deng glanced at the two round little bat balls but didn't say anything.
The water temperature was chillingly cold for an average human, but it felt just right for him.
Taking a bath should have been quite relaxing, but the burning sensation in his stomach grew more intense.
—He was very hungry.
Splash.
The sound of water echoed as Yu Deng stood up from the bath.
Cold droplets rolled off his body as he hastily dried himself and changed into the clothes the butler had prepared.
It was a pair of shorts that reached just to his thighs, along with a thin, short-sleeved top.
It was commendable that the butler found clothes that met his requirements.
After putting on the clothes, Yu Deng felt a lot cooler than he had at the banquet.
His legs were slender and pale, with rounded, rosy knees, and his skin was delicate. The exposed half of his waist was white and slim, with soft, flowing lines.
In the dimly lit ancient castle, Yu Deng was practically glowing white.
After Yu Deng left the bathroom, the black screen of the live broadcast
room reappeared.
[Baby... Oh my god, I actually saw baby's legs and waist, those shorts are so good, I can't help but stand up.]
[So white, I want to lick... ]
[How can baby Deng achieve both pure and desire to the extreme... thank you, I'm bleeding from my nose.]
[Wife, let me be your dog, I'm more obedient and better at licking than those bad men!!]
Outside the bathroom, the black-haired butler was guarding the door. When he saw Yu Deng's appearance, Wen Luo's breath faltered for a moment.
Wen Luo had anticipated the length of the clothing, but he still didn't expect it to be that short once Yu Deng actually wore it.
Nothing was covered, especially those legs... The young master looked like this; he definitely couldn't be seen by those greedy non-humans.
"Wen Luo..."
Unknowingly, Yu Deng's pupils had turned red, and a pair of small sharp
teeth emerged.
Little wings struggled to emerge from the loose clothing.
Yu Deng walked up to Wen Luo, looking up and saying, "I feel uncomfortable, I'm very hungry."
The black-haired butler's expression
immediately became serious.
"Although blood clan members can satisfy their hunger with regular food, the necessary nutrients can only be obtained from blood. I'll prepare a few types of blood for the young master later; perhaps you'll find a flavor you like."
"I don't want that disgusting stuff."
"Young master, you are in a period of unstable strength right now…"
Yu Deng didn't really hear what the butler was worried about.
He seemed to hear the sound of blood flowing through the butler's neck, and he could even vaguely smell the alluring scent.
Dizzy, Yu Deng leaned forward and grabbed the collar of the butler's tailcoat. His grip wasn't too heavy, but Wen Luo almost lost his balance.
Wen Luo looked slightly astonished, maintaining his bowed posture: "Young master?"
Yu Deng tugged at the butler, his little nose twitching as he leaned close to Wen Luo's neck, lightly nibbling with his small sharp teeth.
He didn't break the skin, but it was an unbearable torment.
The fainted little vampire complained unhappily, "Wen Luo, why can't I bite you?"
The back of the black-haired man's hand tensed, revealing prominent veins. His breath was heavy as he stared at the hungry young master, speaking slowly and clearly.
"Young master, do you know? Only between lovers will blood clan members drink each other's blood."
Yu Deng didn't respond for a moment. After a while, he looked at Wen Luo, his eyes filled with a scattered confusion.
"But I'm so hungry… I don't want to be hungry."
After saying this, Yu Deng suddenly relaxed, leaning forward.
Wen Luo paused for a moment, then immediately protected Yu Deng, his bat wings spreading out to support him on the ground.
Yu Deng lay on the butler, his straight, pale legs rubbing against the tailcoat uncomfortably, the soft flesh of his legs brushing against the stiff fabric, creating a faint blush.
The beautiful little vampire was starving. He slowly sat up a bit, proudly positioning himself on the butler's lap, and commanded, both aggrieved and delicate:
"Even if it's not… what would happen if you let me bite once?"
T/N: I forgot to include this in the synopsis, but just a disclaimer! I'm not the author or the writer of this story; I'm only translating it!