The owner is asleep.

Looking down at the boy's sleeping face, Dario stopped all his movements, carefully brushed aside the damp hair with his hand, stared at him for a while with deep eyes, and then tenderly placed a hot, light kiss on his face.

His desires were not completely relieved, but he restrained himself and took a deep breath, pushing open the wardrobe door to dispel the ambiguous atmosphere in the space.

The next second, his arm went under Willy's legs, and his other hand gently protected the back of the platinum-haired man's head, lifting him out and carrying him step by step towards the bathroom deep inside the room.

But throughout the process, his gaze never left Vili.

His owner liked to treat him like an ignorant puppy, and that never changed even as he grew into a tall werewolf.

But he knew clearly in his heart—

He no longer saw the boy as just a simple master.

His sharp teeth itched, wanting to get close to that translucent white skin, to press against that gurgling pulse, but he didn't want to bite, he just wanted to gently grind and lick, and a sense of satisfaction would arise in his heart.

He wanted to stand beside Willy, to listen to his heartbeat and breath, and to hope that they would surge and churn for him, never ceasing.

He wanted to touch him more and more, just like he did today, until they were completely one.

—He wanted to mate with Vili.

Perhaps, as those vampires say, werewolves are such lowly beasts, driven by the reproductive desires of their bloodline.

But he's different.

Even as the full moon called him back to his people, only one person remained in his heart and mind.

His desires stemmed from love, and thus he was bound by chains.

He will always be his master's little dog.

-

When Si Yuan entered Vili's bedroom, she saw a wide-open wardrobe and familiar clothes scattered all over the carpet, making the place a complete mess.

The exquisite decorations he had carefully dressed for the young master were now discarded like worn-out shoes, some even bearing unsightly claw marks.

A beast is a beast.

His smile turned cold, and his gaze shifted to the bedside deep inside the room, disappearing completely upon seeing the fresh bloodstains on the man's back muscles.

As Si Yuan passed by the other person, she clearly saw Vili's slightly swollen red lips and the glaring red mark on the side of his neck.

His gaze swept over Dario inch by inch, from the ears on his head to the tail behind him, his face expressionless.

[Is this what you mean... he has absolutely no impact on the plot?]

314 remained silent for a long time.

This isn't right.

According to the original plot, all the important characters in this castle should fall in love with the real heroine soon—

And among these people, of course, was Vili Thun.

But now, the female lead hasn't even appeared yet, and the plot has already become a complete mess, far exceeding the impact of the so-called butterfly effect.

I will report the bug to the higher-level system. Once confirmed, it will be resolved and you will receive compensation. This will not affect your subsequent tasks.

How to solve this?

Perhaps the anomaly will be erased, and then the world will be reset.

"Is that so?" Si Yuan gave a faint, almost imperceptible, cold laugh. "Then it seems I don't need to do anything more."

Despite saying that, he took a step toward Dario, who had turned around.

Since he's going to be "killed" soon, it wouldn't hurt for me to beat him up beforehand, right?

After all, he caused a lot of trouble for my mission.

He deliberately emphasized the word "mission".

【……what ever. 】

314 was busy writing a report and replied indifferently.

Speaking of which, they had just undergone a redistribution, and who was its superior system again...?

—Oh, so it's Senior 888.

-

"Mr. Deville! Something terrible has happened!"

Hurried footsteps echoed through the corridor, then abruptly stopped outside the study. Before the servant could knock, the sound entered the room first.

Deville paused in his act of pretending to believe, closed his eyes briefly, and only after finishing what he was doing did he finally open the door.

"...Look, who's here?"

"Oh, it's you again, Mr. Blake, you impatient fellow. What brings you here today?"

"Is the Inquisition's army already outside the castle? That's a big deal. We should scatter and flee for our lives."

"Look at me, I forgot, I need to settle your salary first."

“I’m so sorry… Mr. Deville…”

Blake calmed his breathing, but his expression looked like he was about to cry.

Deville's sarcastic smile vanished, replaced by a cold expression: "I'm not standing here to listen to your nonsense."

"yes……"

Blake bowed respectfully and swallowed hard.

"Actually, it's about young master Vili."

"His new blood servant got into a fight with the werewolf the young master kept, making a mess of the garden and breaking several pieces of glass."

"But none of us can intervene in their fight..."

When he heard the first sentence, Deville was a little apprehensive, but later he relaxed and interrupted Blake.

"Does Master Vili know about this?"

Blake shook his head: "Young Master Vili is already asleep."

"Since it didn't bother him, it's not a big deal," the old butler asserted.

However, he didn't expect that the human blood servant could hold out for so long... He originally thought that the other party would be torn to pieces by the eccentric werewolf the next day.

Thinking of this, Deville quickly walked back to his study, opened the closed letter, and wrote a few more sentences.

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