"It smells so good, I mean the blood." The man's voice drifted over, so close it seemed to be right next to her ear.

"You could smell it even through the skin? It seems your nose is even more sensitive than a dog's." Mu Qingyun chuckled disdainfully, retorting mercilessly.

Upon hearing this, the man chuckled and said, "You'd better not anger me. I can make you the most honored blood slave by my side, or I can make you the lowest of the low."

"There's no difference. You'd better suck my blood dry, otherwise you'd better be on guard at all times, because I might retaliate." She tried to soften her voice so that it didn't sound flustered at all.

She had no choice; she didn't want to become a blood slave, but if she really did, she would do everything in her power to kill the bastard currently on top of her.

Moreover, blood slaves are not permanent. As long as Qingsu is found within the time it takes for the blood to flow to the heart, she still has the possibility of becoming human again.

"Then I'd really like to see for myself." The man was not afraid of her threatening words at all.

She's like a fish on a chopping board now, struggling and thrashing about in her death throes—it's no big deal.

His sharp teeth bit down, piercing the delicate skin, and the sweet, metallic blood flowed down his teeth into his mouth, staining the corners of his lips red.

"So sweet."

He sighed in a magnetic voice, then took a few more sips of blood, and incidentally bit his tongue to transfuse his own blood into her body.

"The Embrace is complete. From now on, you will be my blood slave. I grant you eternal life, and you will belong to me forever."

A cool sensation on her neck caused her wound to heal instantly.

"Now, open your eyes."

As the person finished speaking, the blindfold over her eyes was suddenly ripped off!

The yellow halo wasn't dazzling. She blinked, adjusted to the light, and then fully opened her eyes.

Turning her head, she saw a strikingly handsome man leisurely wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, watching her with a light laugh.

I only caught a glimpse of it before, but now I can finally see its true form.

Although this bastard turned her into a blood slave, it must be said that he was really handsome, possessing a kind of beauty that transcended humanity and did not exist in this world.

Her long black hair was casually tied with a rope, her features were sharp, distinct and delicate like a sculpture, her skin was smooth and fair, and her slender fingertips were stained with some red, making her look exceptionally alluring.

“My blood slave, you are unbelievably calm.” Yin curled the corners of his lips. “My name is Dracula Ansester Yin, Prince Ansester, but that has nothing to do with you.”

He paused for a moment, then reached out and touched her face, giving her a bewitching smile. "Just call me Master."

Oh.

Mu Qingyun suppressed her nausea, tilted her head, and ignored it.

Yin looked at her like this, raised an eyebrow with interest, and reached out to unlock the iron locks binding her wrists and ankles.

"By the way, let me warn you in advance that you need my reward every day. Don't even think about killing me or hurting me, or you will die in the most cruel way."

Mu Qingyun didn't say anything. After releasing herself from the restraints, she suddenly stood up and rubbed her sore wrist.

“Okay, now call me master. I’ll give you the medicine to restore your strength.” Yin smiled, took a few steps back, and casually sat down in a chair.

Several princes in the Dracula family each had several blood slaves. He always disdained keeping blood slaves because he hated humans.

If they weren't human, why would they be hiding everywhere? Even if they strictly adhered to the rule of "seclusion," meaning they only drank animal blood, they still couldn't escape the pursuit of humans and beastmen.

Because humans and orcs are afraid that one day vampires will find their blood more delicious, they want to exterminate vampires before that happens.

Owner?

Mu Qingyun glanced at him with downcast eyes, "You think you're worthy?"

Tsk, they really don't listen.

Yin chuckled softly, his face completely devoid of any emotion, and reached for the storage pouch at his waist, taking out a long whip.

The long whip, barbed and flicked by Yin, produced a terrifying crackling sound.

However, Mu Qingyun remained expressionless in response.

"I'll give you one last chance. Call me master." His crimson eyes were fixed on her, a strange, unreadable expression in them.

"Then I'll say it again, you're not worthy."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yin Lun raised his arm and lashed her with a whip. Instantly, her clothes were torn open, and a horrifying bloody welt appeared on her arm.

"Beg for mercy." Yin's smile widened, a hint of excitement flickering in his eyes as he looked at her.

abnormal.

She lowered her gaze, remained silent, and watched the whip fall. She turned around with all her might and barely dodged it.

The whip lashed out again, and this time Mu Qingyun was unable to dodge it, getting lashed hard across her back.

"Hmm..." A muffled groan escaped her lips as she gritted her teeth, not letting a sound escape.

"Why bother? I've said it before, becoming my blood slave isn't shameful." Yin tilted his head, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

"Stop talking nonsense, just say what your purpose is." She pressed her hand to her mouth and swallowed the blood that rose in her throat.

Although she didn't understand why Dracula hadn't drained her blood and killed her, but instead turned her into a blood slave.

But she knew that there was always something fishy going on, and she already had a general idea in her mind.

Huh?

Yin raised an eyebrow in confusion, not expecting that this human woman was not only courageous but also quite intelligent.

"Come with me."

He put away the whip, stood up, and started to walk outside, but after a few steps, he suddenly stopped.

He glanced at her and frowned.

"Your clothes are too ugly, just wait."

He walked to the wardrobe next to him, reached in, took one out, and tossed it to her.

"There's equipment on the table to treat your wounds. Change your clothes and come out. I'll wait for you outside." He glanced at her and quickly left the house.

Mu Qingyun looked around. She hadn't had time to look before, but now she realized that this was a small room. One wall was a wardrobe, and the other was a place specifically for storing torture instruments.

It looks like the room of someone with some kind of quirk.

That's really a pervert.

After treating her wounds, she reached for her clothes on the ground.

She picked it up and looked at the clothes, and couldn't help but frown.

In modern terms, this kind of clothing is called formal wear.

never mind.

Gritting her teeth, she took off her own clothes and put on this dress.

"Squeak—"

The door was pushed open, and Mu Qingyun emerged from the room with cold eyes.

A beautiful face, long curly hair casually draped over her back, a white strapless dress embroidered with roses, outlining her slender waist.

"My blood slave, all vampires possess stunning beauty. After I embrace you, your skin will become fairer and more beautiful, and your hair will grow faster." He whispered in her ear with a smile in his hidden eyes.