Seizing the King (3)
Hearing the voice, Chen Li froze mid-struggle and slowly lifted his head, staring at him in a daze.
The man wasn’t wearing any mask this time, letting his strikingly handsome face show fully in the game. Once he saw Chen Li calm down, he replaced his rough grip with a gentler hold, like cradling a small lamb.
He raised an eyebrow slightly: “Little lost lamb, how did you end up here?”
His ambiguous tone left Chen Li unsure—had the man recognized him or not?
But there was no time to think further, as the sound of light footsteps approached from behind.
A girl’s ghostly voice drifted closer: “Big brother, come play with us.”
A textbook horror movie entrance.
“Baa…” Chen Li shivered, his ears flattening back in fear. Instinctively, he burrowed into Fu Moyang’s chest.
His tiny voice was full of fear.
A terrified little lamb.
Fu Moyang’s lips curled slightly, the hint of a smile barely visible. Then he casually looked toward the source of the voice.
The girl had one hand against the wall, her face still a blank mask of skin. Just one glance from Fu Moyang was enough to freeze her in place.
As a malevolent ghost, she clearly understood just how terrifying this man was.
But why? He wasn’t even part of her kind, and yet the aura he gave off was even more dreadful than hers—she was supposed to be the most fearsome of all.
She stared at him warily. Her tiny hands were covered in bulging black veins, and her sharp, black fingernails had dug straight into the wall.
Everything around them fell silent. Chen Li twitched his ears and couldn’t help but look up: “Baa?”
Did she leave?
Fu Moyang absentmindedly reached up to rub the soft curls on his fur, his tall figure completely shielding the ghost behind him. Then he turned and headed downstairs.
The girl’s resentful glare was almost tangible. From her back, strands of blood-red mist kept extending outward, as if trying to grab the boy. But instinctively, she didn’t dare move.
The little lamb in Fu Moyang’s arms had no idea. He tilted his head, thinking hard, and then suddenly had a revelation: That girl must’ve been sealed on the second floor!
No wonder she couldn’t follow them.
Relieved, Chen Li let out two cheerful bleats to the man, as if to say thank you.
The innocent little lamb still had no clue what kind of predator he had just fallen into the hands of.
Fu Moyang said nothing, simply carrying him downstairs. When they reached the heavy wooden door—locked tightly just moments ago—it swung open easily at his touch.
Chen Li pouted and stuck his tongue out at the stubborn door.
Only once the strange villa was completely out of sight, with no ghosts following them, did Fu Moyang finally come to a stop.
“What should we do now?” he asked.
Chen Li tilted his head in confusion: “Baa?”
Fu Moyang said calmly: “Young lambs like this usually have the most tender meat.”
As he spoke, he even gave the little lamb skewer in his arms a playful jiggle.
Chen Li: !!!
His tail drooped in fright, and he trembled pitifully.
“Baaaa…”
But the moment he looked up and saw the amusement in the man’s eyes, Chen Li realized—he’d been tricked again.
Fuming, he bit down on Fu Moyang’s sleeve.
Fu Moyang chuckled softly and finally stopped teasing him: “Can you turn back?”
He could tell at a glance that Chen Li’s original form this time was a vampire.
Chen Li hesitated, then squeezed his eyes shut and focused hard: Turn back, turn back!
Whether it was because Fu Moyang’s arms felt unusually safe, or because he’d gained a bit of transformation experience earlier, this time—poof!—he actually succeeded.
The fluffy, cotton-candy-like lamb was instantly enveloped in a flash of white light, transforming back into a slender teenage boy.
Completely naked, Chen Li blinked. It didn’t take long for the seriousness of the situation to dawn on him.
He was still being held in a princess carry. Though it wasn’t the first time, this was the first time he’d been naked while being held like this. In a panic, unsure of what part of himself to cover, he finally had a stroke of genius and slapped a hand over the man’s eyes.
Trying to sound fierce, though his voice trembled slightly, he snapped: “No peeking!”
For once, Fu Moyang showed a shred of decency and didn’t quip that he’d already seen everything. He obediently nodded instead.
His brain even short-circuited for a moment.
Hmm… pink. All soft and pink.
Very cute.
It wasn’t until System 001 airdropped him some clothes and he hastily put them on with one hand that Chen Li finally let go of the hand covering Fu Moyang’s eyes.
Fu Moyang had been unusually well-behaved the whole time—but in truth, he’d taken advantage of the chaos to sneak a peek through Chen Li’s fingers.
He even contentedly licked his canine tooth.
Chen Li couldn’t help but kick his legs: “Put me down already!”
Fu Moyang obliged, though his mind was still full of that soft pink image from moments ago.
“How did you find me?” Chen Li asked in a small voice.
Fu Moyang replied: “I could sense a little scaredy-cat on the verge of tears, so I came.”
He didn’t answer directly, but Chen Li was quickly distracted by the “scaredy-cat” part.
“I’m not scaredy!” he huffed, waving his arms for emphasis. “She was really terrifying!”
His voice grew smaller and guiltier as he spoke.
Fu Moyang smoothly went along with it: “Mm, it was all her fault.”
That coaxing, babying tone made Chen Li even more embarrassed. He quickly changed the subject: “So… what race did you turn into?”
But as soon as he asked, his eyes widened in alarm.
Wait a minute—this was the territory of the undead.
He silently took a step back: “You—you didn’t turn into an undead, did you?”
The being known as Fu Moyang, who in truth was an even more terrifying ghost, replied righteously: “No.”
Suddenly, something on top of his head twitched. Chen Li could only stare in disbelief as two fluffy wolf ears popped up.
Fu Moyang raised an eyebrow and smiled: “Werewolf.”
Oh. So, he was a werewolf.
Chen Li had barely begun to relax for a second before his nerves tightened again.
If he remembered correctly… weren’t werewolves natural enemies of vampires?
Fu Moyang slowly closed the distance between them, his expression unreadable: “What’s wrong, dear vampire?”
The gap that Chen Li had just created between them was closed again.
“Nothing…” Before he could finish, a low gurgle from his stomach interrupted him.
His face went blank as he looked down at his belly in disbelief.
As if to respond to his gaze, it let out another weak but utterly embarrassing growl.
The sound was faint, but unfortunately, both a werewolf and a vampire were present—two creatures with incredibly sharp hearing.
Fu Moyang heard it clearly. “Hungry?” he asked, his tone calm.
Chen Li flushed with embarrassment: “Yeah… I haven’t eaten anything since I entered this instance.”
He thought back to the small cake the system had given him last night—it tasted like literal sludge. The memory alone made him want to cry.
While Chen Li was feeling dejected, Fu Moyang, oddly enough, seemed to be in a better mood because of that very sentence. He reached out and gently rested his hand on the back of Chen Li’s neck: “Want to drink some blood?”
Chen Li was just about to shake his head, but another gurgle from his stomach interrupted him again.
The hand on his neck began to gently stroke, not too light, not too firm. Fu Moyang slowly chipped away at his defenses: “I can let you drink my blood. You’re a vampire now—if you don’t feed, you won’t have the strength to work in the game.”
Chen Li hesitated: “But…”
Fu Moyang cut him off smoothly: “You can drink only my blood.”
It was a clever twist of words. He was trying to sink his claws into this little lamb’s soul—slowly making him dependent, inside and out.
This was his beloved little lamb. So he could do whatever he wanted with him.
The gentle stroking at the back of his neck was so comforting that Chen Li couldn’t help but squint his eyes, dazed: “Only your blood?” he murmured.
It sounded like a good deal.
As if drinking from only this person meant he wouldn’t truly fall into darkness. That as long as he only sought out this one man, only showed his softest side to him, he wouldn’t really become a monster.
But… why did it feel wrong?
A flicker of doubt crossed Chen Li’s mind.
Fu Moyang’s silver-grey eyes glinted as he coaxed him softly:“No one will get hurt. You’re just hungry. And I’m the only one you can trust.”
He raised a hand and sliced the skin over his collarbone. Beads of blood welled up instantly. The one-centimeter-deep wound was trivial for a werewolf—it healed in under five seconds.
But the scent of that blood… it spread through the air in an instant. Sweet and overwhelming, just like the man himself. It took over all of Chen Li’s senses, leaving him unable to think straight—let alone notice the trap the hunter had laid.
His resolve already wavering, the vampire’s eyes grew hazy. Fu Moyang pulled him into his arms, and the sweet scent grew even stronger, carrying the unique chill that belonged only to Fu Moyang.
The hunger in Chen Li’s belly flared violently, tearing apart the last of his reason.
“I-I’ll just take a little sip,” Chen Li said, swallowing nervously, his eyes fixed on the alluring spot just above the man’s collarbone.
“Mm.” Fu Moyang reached out to gently rub his head. “Go ahead.”
That soft permission made Chen Li lunge forward eagerly. He pressed his lips to the spot, clumsily licking and nibbling in an attempt to draw blood, but he didn’t even manage to leave a mark.
Fu Moyang’s Adam’s apple bobbed involuntarily. His eyes darkened, and a muffled groan escaped his lips. The arms wrapped around Chen Li tightened slightly as he lifted him onto his lap.
Chen Li’s mind was consumed by one thought: he needed blood.
He whimpered softly, “I’m hungry…”
“Don’t rush.” Fu Moyang’s silver-grey eyes had turned into narrow, beast-like slits. He spoke in a low, restrained voice: “Show your fangs.”
Finally, under the guidance of that deep, magnetic voice, the disobedient little fangs emerged. Without needing any more direction, Chen Li instinctively bit down, piercing the skin with his small tiger-like teeth. Blood welled up instantly, and he began to suck greedily.
A vampire’s saliva can confuse and paralyze their prey—and it even has a slight aphrodisiac effect.
That effect shouldn’t work on werewolves.
But the one drinking now wasn’t just anyone—it was his beloved little lamb.
Not only did Fu Moyang react—his reaction was overwhelming.
A tingling sensation spread from the wound across his whole body, like soft feathers teasing his nerves.
His wolf tail slipped out uncontrollably, swaying behind him.
So sweet…
Chen Li had no idea that the werewolf holding him was on the verge of losing control. His eyes were red as he lost himself in drinking blood. Because he was drinking a little too slowly, a few drops spilled, trailing down from the man’s collarbone to his chest.
The little vampire, possessive of his food, let out a few pitiful whimpers from his throat, trying desperately to suck up every drop, his movements growing more frantic.
Fu Moyang gently soothed him, stroking his back: “Drink slowly.”
But when he spoke, he realized his voice had already turned hoarse, thick with desire.
His wolf tail swished again, curling around the boy’s calf.
Chen Li didn’t notice anything strange. Like a traveler in the desert who had finally found an oasis, he drank until he was full—but even then, he was reluctant to stop.
It wasn’t until he felt a strange itch on his forehead that his senses finally began to return.
W-Wait a second… Something’s growing out… QAQ