Seizing the King (4)
The strange sensation on his forehead was getting worse and worse. Chen Li stopped everything he was doing, and with a mix of fear and grievance, said softly: “It’s so uncomfortable…”
Fu Moyang wrapped an arm around his waist and glanced at his forehead for a moment before calmly saying: “You’re losing control.”
Just like his wolf tail, but the little one’s reaction seemed far more intense.
Two small black triangles had begun to poke out.
Fu Moyang: “Your little horns are showing.”
As he spoke, he reached out with his free hand to touch them.
Feeling a sudden wave of nervousness, Chen Li instinctively shouted: “Don’t touch!”
But he was a moment too late. Fu Moyang’s fingertips had already made contact—just barely—and a surge of tingling, overpowering sensation swept through Chen Li’s body, bringing with it a wave of indescribable pleasure.
The newly grown horns were incredibly sensitive.
Chen Li’s pupils dilated slightly. He reached out with his index and middle fingers to grab the sleeve of Fu Moyang’s shirt, his voice trembling on the verge of tears: “D-Don’t touch them…”
He had lost control while sucking blood, and now he’d grown little horns too. All he wanted now was to bury himself in a hole and disappear.
Afraid he might make some embarrassing noises, he buried his face into Fu Moyang’s chest like a flustered little ostrich, trying to hide from the man’s large, wandering hand.
Fu Moyang withdrew his hand with surprising cooperation and asked gently: “It feels really bad, doesn’t it? Are you sure you don’t want me to touch them again?”
“No,” Chen Li grit his teeth. His little horns were starting to ache.
Even staying completely still was painful.
Desperate, he reached up and tried to rub them himself.
But what had felt so sensitive under Fu Moyang’s touch now felt like unfeeling stone in his own hands. No matter how much he rubbed, he couldn’t relieve the discomfort.
Tears welled up as he murmured in frustration: “Stupid horns…”
He wanted to pinch them, but was afraid he might hurt the delicate new growth.
They were far too fragile, and his own clumsy attempts brought no relief—only made things worse.
A soft sigh came from beside him. Fu Moyang’s hand once again covered the little horns. He gently circled them a few times before soothingly stroking both horns with care, making sure neither was left out.
In less than a minute, the itching and aching were completely gone. Chen Li unconsciously let out a low purring sound from his throat, a sign of comfort.
Retracting his claws that had been ready to swipe, he relaxed like a cat being scratched under the chin. His eyes narrowed in pleasure, and his thoughts blanked out.
It actually… didn’t feel so bad.
That moment of indulgence left him completely limp in Fu Moyang’s arms, sitting obediently on the man’s firm thigh.
But the spell was broken with a sudden crack—the sound of a twig snapping nearby. Chen Li’s eyes flew open in alarm.
“S-Sorry!” a voice called out. The intruder wore a black robe and sounded panicked. “I didn’t mean to interrupt you two!!”
His gaze landed on the bloodstains on Fu Moyang’s collar, then shifted to Chen Li’s red eyes and fangs. He thought he had stumbled upon a vampire’s feeding session.
Tch. What an eyesore.
Fu Moyang’s expression instantly turned cold.
But Chen Li moved faster, hastily getting up and putting distance between himself and Fu Moyang. Trying to act calm, he asked: “Who are you?”
Unfortunately, his flushed ears and watery eyes gave him away instantly.
The player cursed inwardly: “I’m just a wandering undead looking for someone…”
He was too nervous to notice Chen Li’s awkward state.
Ever since the feeding started, System 001 had been actively shielding itself, but now he finally spoke: [He’s the player.]
Chen Li’s brain froze for a second: “Oh… oh, so it’s you.”
Being seen by a player was clearly more embarrassing than being seen by an NPC.
The player looked like he was about to cry: “Y-Yeah… it’s me.”
What kind of twisted luck was this? Of all people to mess up in front of, it had to be the guide NPC of this instance.
Looking at the rising fear level, System 001: […]
For a moment, even it wasn’t sure whether it was a good thing or a bad thing that the guy hadn’t seen Fu Moyang’s face.
The two of them stood there in awkward silence.
Suddenly, a sharp gust of wind slashed through the air, knocking the player’s hood clean off. The cut was so precise it left a deep groove in the ground. Any higher, and it would’ve shaved off part of his skull.
Staring at the pale, skinless skull beneath the hood—no face, no features, just an empty skeleton—Chen Li fell silent again.
At the same time, he was screaming internally: Was I really just talking to that thing!?
System 001: Be glad you’re not from the undead clan. Otherwise, you’d be the walking pile of bones.
It was obvious who had released the blade of wind, but from the skeleton’s angle, he couldn’t see Fu Moyang’s movements. He mistakenly assumed Chen Li had done it to warn him and was scared out of his mind. Flustered, he stammered: “S-Sorry! I didn’t mean to! You want me to defect, right? I’ll do it! Right now!”
What a spineless turncoat.
Chen Li silently handed him a slip of paper: “Don’t forget to show up.”
He’d said it calmly, but in the player’s ears, it sounded like: If you dare not show up tomorrow, the next gust of wind will slice off your head.
The skeleton shuddered and stood at attention: “I-I’ll definitely be there!”
He was trembling so hard that Chen Li worried he’d fall apart, so he swallowed the threatening lines he’d originally prepared.
The two of them, both thinking “this guy’s terrifying”, exchanged the slip of paper in silence—an awkward and oppressive moment.
Behind them, Fu Moyang raised an eyebrow: “Still not done?”
In other words: Get lost already.
The skeleton immediately shook his head—too hard. His head actually popped off. Panicking, he scrambled to pick up his skull from the ground, then turned and ran with a rattling clatter.
Chen Li: “…”
He blinked, finally snapping out of the chaotic, stunned state brought on by seeing a walking skeleton. That’s when he realized his newly grown little horns weren’t hurting anymore.
“I don’t feel uncomfortable anymore,” Chen Li said with a sheepish smile. “Thanks for earlier.”
Fu Moyang casually adjusted a certain… overly confident area and looked a little disappointed: “Mm.”
Completely unaware, Chen Li’s tone brightened: “Oh right—now I don’t have to go deal with the werewolves.”
Fu Moyang: “Hmm?”
Chen Li explained: “My vampire subordinate said he couldn’t get in touch with the werewolf traitor. I thought I’d have to go find him myself.”
Vampires and werewolves were mortal enemies—avoiding contact was always better.
Fu Moyang replied in a cool tone: “I’ve already defected.”
That one sentence shut down everything else Chen Li had planned to say. He stared in disbelief: “What?”
How was this guy moving so fast? He hadn’t even issued the mission yet!
Fu Moyang explained lightly: “The mission is easy to deduce. So the moment I entered the game, I picked a fight with the old werewolf king. He was seriously injured, and I escaped.”
The man’s expression remained unchanged, completely not like someone who was lying. Chen Li trusted him almost without a doubt, his heart aching as he asked: “You weren’t hurt, right?”
“No, it’s just…” Fu Moyang lowered his gaze.
“Just what?” Chen Li grabbed his hand, his gaze firm. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you.”
It was as if he had regained the confidence he had when he stood in front of Joker to protect him.
He immediately vowed: “It’s okay, I won’t let the werewolves bully you. I’m super fierce!”
To prove his words, he even bared his little sharp teeth.
A hint of triumph flashed in Fu Moyang’s eyes, but he sighed again, his expression unchanged: “I’m being hunted by other werewolves, and I can’t go back to my clan.”
System 001: … This damn “green tea” act.
When the last instance was about to end, he also injured himself to gain sympathy!
System 001 was frustrated: Host, please don’t be fooled again.
When it turned, it saw Chen Li with tears in his eyes, looking at Fu Moyang with deep sympathy.
[…]
System 001 was about to say something but decided to stay silent.
Chen Li suddenly had an idea: “Then come to my place first!”
His eyes lit up as he felt he had made a smart decision.
He was a vampire prince now, and other vampires wouldn’t dare object. Plus, if it weren’t for Fu Moyang, he’d be starving right now.
He even hoped Fu Moyang would help him act tomorrow to deceive Gu Fu.
Fu Moyang pretended to hesitate: “You want me to go to your vampire territory?”
Chen Li nodded eagerly, patting his chest to reassure him: “I’ll protect you.”
He thought Fu Moyang was worried about getting hurt.
Fu Moyang appeared thoughtful. Finally, under Chen Li’s expectant gaze, he nodded: “Alright, let’s go.”
And so, the little lamb brought the big gray wolf with a wagging tail back to his home.
. . . . .
When they arrived at the vampire castle, it was already late at night. The nocturnal vampires were starting to emerge, and each one who saw Chen Li first bowed respectfully before casting wary eyes at the werewolf.
The murderous aura radiating from Fu Moyang made them instinctively reveal their red eyes and sharp teeth, ready for a fight.
A trusted subordinate rushed over: “Your Highness, keeping a werewolf like this around is too dangerous!”
He could immediately tell that Fu Moyang was different from other werewolves—much more terrifying.
Dangerous?
Chen Li turned to look at Fu Moyang. The man gazed back at him with sincerity, as if to assure him that he hadn’t done anything.
But as soon as Chen Li turned away, Fu Moyang’s eyes grew cold and indifferent, his aura becoming violent as he looked at the vampires.
Vampires: …
There’s a curse I want to say.
Chen Li furrowed his brows: “He won’t do anything reckless.”
Behind him, Fu Moyang curved his lips into a cruel smile: “Yeah.”
But he might catch a few rebellious bats for a late-night snack.
The trusted subordinate wanted to say more, but as soon as Chen Li saw him, he recalled the image from last night when he punished himself by pulling out his own heart. He had no desire to engage in conversation and just wanted to get back to his room quickly.
So, he straightened his face and snapped: “I know my limits.”
With that, the other vampires dared not to persuade him any further. They could only watch as the extremely dangerous werewolf swaggered into the room with their prince.
Just as the door was closing, the subordinate suddenly remembered: “Your Highness, everything is ready for you!”
Chen Li, still confused, turned around: “What?”
What’s ready?
Before he could ask, the door had already slowly shut, leaving him and Fu Moyang alone in the vast, empty room.
Still puzzled, Chen Li turned his head in surprise and noticed that the room, which had originally only contained a coffin, now had a luxurious bed.
There was a bulge under the covers, and it shifted under their gaze.
Fu Moyang’s smile remained unchanged, but his eyes narrowed dangerously: “Your Highness, what is this?”
As soon as the words left his mouth, the bulge started moving on its own. A young girl struggled to roll out from beneath the blankets, her hands and feet bound with red silk for a sacrificial offering. With teary eyes, she looked toward the door: “Are you finally going to embrace me?”
Fu Moyang’s tone turned strange: “Oh, an embrace, huh?”
The werewolf’s tail drooped in displeasure.
A chill ran down Chen Li’s spine for a moment, and he muttered softly: “…I can explain. Do you believe me?”
Author’s note:
He’s jealous, he’s jealous!