Chapter 32: The Little Vampire in the Ancient Castle 5

The young vampire butler lifted his head, gazing at the little vampire sitting on his lap. His muscles were taut, and it took every ounce of his willpower to restrain himself from gripping Yu Deng’s waist too tightly.

Wen Luo, uncharacteristically slow to react, took several seconds to process what Yu Deng had just said to him.

The young master had said... even if they weren't lovers, he still wanted to bite him.

The starving young master was incredibly willful and had absolutely no understanding of the profound implications behind vampires feeding on one another.

"Wen Luo!"

Yu Deng, having waited several seconds without a reply, pressed his palms against Wen Luo’s chest. He leaned his beautiful face close to Wen Luo’s, his eyes filled with accusation. "Are you unwilling? But you are the butler... isn't it your job to take care of me? I’m really so hungry..."

His dark red pupils, which should have lent a non-human, eerie coldness to those rounded eyes, were instead shimmering with tears, as if they might fall at any moment.

It was clearly an unreasonable and capricious demand, yet it was delivered with such grievance that it was impossible to refuse.

...Forget it. Let the little vampire have a bite.

The black-haired butler gazed at the little vampire and sighed softly. "Yes, you are right."

"As your butler, I certainly cannot let the young master go hungry."

After saying this, Wen Luo turned his head, exposing his vulnerable neck to Yu Deng.

Yu Deng was finally satisfied with the butler’s response. He leaned in closer, practically draping himself in Wen Luo’s arms.

His soft lips brushed haphazardly against the skin of Wen Luo’s neck, and his tiny fangs grazed the area. He wasn't using any force, so naturally, he didn't draw any blood.

Of course, the short-tempered little vampire did not reflect on himself, but instead complained to the butler: "You are so hard to bite..."

Wen Luo closed his eyes and sighed silently. "...So delicate."

Yu Deng, feeling dizzy, pondered for a moment before applying pressure and piercing the skin with his small fangs.

Cool, refreshing blood welled up, touching the tip of Yu Deng’s tongue.

The exquisite taste made his taste buds dance. Yu Deng’s eyes lit up, and he instinctively latched onto that patch of skin, eagerly trying to draw more.

His previously pale and pained face quickly flushed with a faint, healthy pink.

For Yu Deng, this was nothing short of blissful, but for Wen Luo, it was an ordeal of the highest order.

Visible veins strained against the back of the black-haired man’s hands and the side of his neck. He struggled to maintain control, his breathing heavy.

He could clearly feel his blood being drawn away, and he could feel the warmth of Yu Deng’s lips and tongue.

The vampire’s naturally low body temperature began to rise uncontrollably, and he had to concentrate all his focus to suppress his instinctive reactions.

The young master had no idea... that for vampires, feeding on one another usually happened under one specific circumstance.

That was, before sexual intercourse.

His black