Si Yuan paused, then grabbed the boy's slender white wrist and placed one burning kiss after another on his pink fingertips.

Just as Willy breathed a sigh of relief, he once again captured those crimson lips, penetrating them deeply. Even his voice became indistinct, yet he couldn't hide his laughter.

You guessed right.

"This is a reward."

The kisses were like a storm, coming down from her soft neck. The buttons on her collar had been undone, revealing a large expanse of dazzling white skin. Even her shoulders weren't spared.

The pampered young master lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, like butterfly wings damp with dew, unable to bear the weight.

Si Yuan's movements were as elegant as ever, as if he were wiping an expensive vase. He tossed aside the blood-stained gloves and his long, nimble hands moved slowly down the slender waist of the person in front of him.

His clear red eyes were tinged with lust, and Vili was pulled into this storm, as if he were in the midst of a turbulent sea, swaying with it.

The feeling of having nothing to rely on made him subconsciously want to grab onto something. As if sensing his intention, his fingers were forcibly separated, and another pair of large hands forcefully interlocked their fingers with his.

An electric current surged through his spine, his supple body taut like a harp string, and the canary's feathers were dampened by the drifting rain. He fell heavily, only to be gently caught.

The warm tip of her tongue cleaned everything up completely, leaving no trace. Her platinum blonde hair was messy and curly, and her flushed cheeks and ear tips were faintly visible.

He fell asleep.

The young master's hair color was lighter than Eleanor's. If he weren't a vampire, it would definitely shimmer with an extremely beautiful luster in the sunlight. Combined with his milky white and flawless skin, he would probably be no different from a legendary angel.

But once he opens his eyes, you'll find that it's all just an illusion created by his appearance.

Si Yuan often felt that even though they were right next to each other, there was a transparent, invisible barrier between Vili and everyone else.

It's like... a fish tank.

Everything in sight was distorted and warped, the rippling water reflecting mysterious light onto the boy's face. Then, he cast a casual glance, and the world suddenly plunged into a red glow.

Only then will you be shocked to realize that the one truly trapped in the vat—

It is myself.

Si Yuan is an outsider to this world, but in his eyes, Vili, as an NPC, is more like a passerby than he is.

The boy was passing by this bustling market when, out of curiosity, he stopped in front of a stall and gazed at the fish swimming in the small fish tank.

Everyone longed for his favor, but he passed by one after another, his cool fingertips lightly touching the water's surface, only to withdraw his hand a second before making contact.

No one can be taken home by him.

But Si Yuan insisted on being the exception.

So what if there are countless competitors? So what if the young master doesn't even notice me?

Only those who laugh last are the winners.

Si Yuan slowly straightened his collar, untied his black tie, and set it aside.

Thank you for your hospitality, young master.

The appetizer was delicious.

Now, it's time for the main course.

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The moment consciousness returned to the body, I felt an unprecedented feeling of fullness and inexplicable... soreness.

Vili felt that this plot seemed somewhat familiar.

His handsome eyebrows furrowed, and he rubbed his temples as he slowly sat up.

His oversized black coat fell off, and he subconsciously looked down to see hickeys that stretched from his chest down to his flat stomach, a truly "miserable" sight.

"..."

After thinking for a moment, he lifted the shirt that was half-draped over his leg and saw the same marks, even on his inner thigh.

...Is he a dog?

Even Dario didn't achieve this level.

The clothes piled in the coffin were all wrinkled and unwearable. With a snap of his fingers, Willy suddenly found himself in a large bathrobe, and his previous exhaustion vanished. The hazy memories also became clear in his mind.

...From their conversation, 314 seems to be saying that Si Yuan's next task is to leave the castle and find the court of judgment?

Very well, then he doesn't need to come back until he gets tired of this world.

Vili sneered, her fair fingertips touching the edge of the coffin. She stood up with a little effort, but raised an eyebrow at the scene before her.

The heavy bed tilted completely, and even the bed frame was broken. The drawers were violently ripped open, and the gemstones and jewelry inside were scattered all over the floor, with a few pearls rolling to the side of the coffin.

The decorative paintings on the wall had fallen down and were unrecognizable. The curtains were also torn, covered with familiar claw marks, and shards of glass were flying everywhere, some still bearing fresh bloodstains.

If you said this scene was a robbery, people would believe it.

Then, his gaze shifted to the two people inside the room who were fighting mercilessly.

Dario's bite stopper was nowhere to be found. In this confined space, he did not choose to transform into wolf form, but fought in human form. A long bloodstain was still dripping from his chest, and there were bruises on the bridge of his nose. He was covered in wounds.

But Si Yuan looked much more disheveled than him.

In Willie's memory, the other person had just taken off their coat when the bedroom door suddenly slammed shut, deforming and collapsing to the ground.

The next second, what came straight at them were gleaming, sharp claws.

Si Yuan had already lost her power due to being drained of blood, and was completely unprepared, so she was almost one-sidedly beaten in the initial battle.

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