Vampire 4
Bullying his poop scooper made time pass quickly.
It wasn’t until Tang Xi lay in bed that he felt a real sense of time.
Excited, he rolled around on the bed twice.
[1551! The poop scooper really can only obey my orders now!]
1551 hesitated, wanting to remind him about the rescue mission. But then it thought—since he couldn’t even access the storyline, it might as well let him do as he pleased.
Humming a cheerful tune, Tang Xi imagined a bright future in his mind and gradually drifted off to sleep.
A dream—about how to torment his poop scooper.
In the dream, he ordered his poop scooper to fetch him the most delicious honey, only to watch, cold and indifferent, as the poor man was stung by bees.
Just as he was enjoying the poop scooper’s humiliated expression, the dream suddenly changed.
In an instant, he was flipped over and pinned down.
Meanwhile, 1551, who was dutifully keeping watch, stared in horror as the locked door was silently opened. The person who should have been confined to their tiny room was now strolling in as if they owned the place.
Draped in lavish, ornate robes, they no longer bore a trace of a “slave” appearance.
1551 tried to speak but, as expected, found itself muted again.
For the first time, it had a strange, almost irreverent thought about its highest-ranking superior.
Why did the Supreme Judge seem a little… like a stalker?
With a heavy sigh, 1551 resigned itself to silence.
Morse gently blew out the candle in his hand, plunging the room into complete darkness.
Only his crimson slit-pupiled eyes flickered faintly.
He leaned closer to the sleeping boy.
A slight frown formed on the face of the pampered young master, as if he were struggling to escape from his dreams.
Morse carefully lifted him from the bed and tapped a finger against his forehead.
Just as Tang Xi had begun to show signs of waking, he fell into a deep sleep once more.
His brows remained tightly furrowed, as if still trapped in a nightmare.
Now that he finally held his beloved in his arms, Morse’s red eyes burned like blood.
Like a predator savoring its helpless prey, he cradled Tang Xi tightly.
In his dream, Tang Xi felt as if he were being coiled by a venomous snake, its cold forked tongue licking his neck.
Morse made no effort to conceal his identity as a vampire. His icy fangs lightly pressed against the pulsing artery beneath Tang Xi’s fair skin.
A faint, intoxicating sweetness lingered there—like opium.
A vampire’s saliva had hypnotic properties… and even a touch of aphrodisiac effects.
As his fangs sank into the pale neck, an illicit, almost sensual atmosphere filled the room.
By day, he was a lowly, kneeling slave. But by night, he turned the tables, gripping his “master” delicate waist with force.
His fingers left faint indentations, while two tiny bite marks adorned the enticingly exposed vein.
Humans were too fragile.
Morse regretfully licked the wound, resisting the overwhelming urge to drink more.
He healed the bite marks but, out of selfish desire, left the other traces untouched.
His angel was too delicate—just the lightest touch left behind so many marks.
Outwardly, Morse feigned regret.
But in the depths of his mind, a dark desire spread like wildfire.
It whispered to him—demanding more marks, more control.
He wanted to keep Tang Xi completely to himself.
To lock him away, pampered with the finest cakes, the richest wines, the most vibrant flowers.
No one else needed to see him.
As long as Morse could watch him every day, that would be enough.
Because of the vampire’s saliva, Tang Xi’s dream shifted.
The cold snake transformed into an even more possessive nightmare.
One moment, it was He Wang’s face. The next, Lu Mang’s.
Every villain from every world he had experienced appeared in his dream, all fighting for dominance over his body.
Each one had their own preferences when “tormenting” him.
Some favored his earlobes. Some his lower back.
Some were gentle in their torture, while others were rough.
By the time Tang Xi was reduced to tears, a deep sigh echoed in his mind.
It was Morse’s voice.
. . . . .
A soft knock sounded at the door.
But the voice outside wasn’t Grover’s.
It was Morse’s.
Because of that absurd dream from the night before, Tang Xi’s face immediately flushed red the moment he heard him speak.
He buried his face in the soft goose-feather pillow, only allowing him to enter after the heat on his face had subsided.
Morse was still dressed in rough slave garments as he strolled in gracefully and knelt on one knee. “Master, I’m here to help you change.”
Hearing that form of address, Tang Xi’s face, which had just cooled down, flushed red again.
He deliberately turned his head away. “I don’t want you! Where’s Grover? How dare he send a lowly slave to help me change!”
Morse, as if provoked, lowered his head and replied in a deep voice, “Grover fell ill last night.”
If Tang Xi had observed his expression carefully, he would have noticed that Morse wasn’t angry about being called “lowly.” Instead, it was the mention of Grover’s name that irritated him.
Tang Xi let out a cold snort. “Then what about Linda? Where is everyone else?”
The poor, timid maid was trembling outside, waiting in silence.
Morse kindly reminded him, “It was you who ordered me to attend to you personally yesterday.”
At the mention of “personally,” memories of last night’s warm touch surfaced uncontrollably.
Morse’s fingers curled involuntarily.
Unlike a vampire’s cold, lifeless body, this little young master possessed a warmth most people didn’t have. When nestled in his arms, he was like a soft, clingy kitten.
And upon waking, he turned into a little kitten, baring his claws and hissing.
Yet both were equally lively and adorable.
Tang Xi had the look of someone who had just shot himself in the foot.
In a voice even smaller than usual, he mumbled that he wanted to bathe first.
Morse, seemingly oblivious to the young master’s embarrassment, kept asking why.
Tang Xi was so flustered by his questioning that he even forgot he had every right to ignore a slave’s overstepping behavior.
In the end, he could only stammer with reddened eyes, saying he felt sticky and uncomfortable.
Only after receiving an answer did Morse get up to arrange the bath. As he turned around, a satisfied look flashed across his face.
Seeing the young master make such an expression brought him almost as much pleasure as drinking blood.
He was eager to see the angel’s reaction upon noticing the marks on his body. Unfortunately, Tang Xi disliked having attendants present while he bathed.
That also meant no one had ever glimpsed the angel’s body before. Morse waited outside, caught between sweetness and torment.
There was no sound from within, but in his mind, he had already imagined the angel’s face, flushed with shame and fury.
When Tang Xi did see the obvious, deliberate marks on his body, he was indeed both embarrassed and furious. However, after experiencing several worlds, he had already grown accustomed to his obsessive poop scooper’s possessiveness.
Most of his anger stemmed from the emotions left behind by the original host of this body.
As a noble, his pride wouldn’t allow him to expose what had happened. All he could do was seethe in frustration while trying to cover up the evidence.
Morse knew this well—hence his blatant confidence.
Feeling suffocated, Tang Xi dunked half his face into the oversized bath, blowing bubbles in frustration.
[1551, it’s the poop scooper again, isn’t it?]
Just like in the last world—always bullying the cat.
1551: [I know nothing. I’m just an ordinary, unremarkable system.]
Tang Xi: […]
After taking a bath, Tang Xi’s mind finally started working again. The grogginess of just waking up was gone. With an air of arrogance, he bossed Morse around, making him do this and that.
Tang Xi had originally wanted to use this opportunity to throw a tantrum and teach his poop scooper a lesson. But to his surprise, every unreasonable demand he made was met without resistance. In the end, he was the one left with an existential crisis written all over his face.
It even made people wonder—if this overly spoiled young master asked for the moon, would Morse actually try to get it for him?
Honest and dull, like a devoted possession.
“Young Master, the Knight Commander has come to pay his respects.”
Just as Tang Xi was resting his chin in his hand, pondering how to further torment his poop scooper, a servant came to deliver the message.
Tang Xi was completely stunned. He didn’t recall having any guests scheduled for today.
1551 helpfully reminded him that he had forgotten to decline Evans yesterday.
Tang Xi: […Oh.]
Even without turning his head, he could sense the shift in his poop scooper’s mood—no longer pleasant.
Just moments ago, he had endured Tang Xi’s endless demands without so much as a complaint, but now his face had suddenly turned ice-cold.
Tang Xi’s mood instantly brightened.
With that, meeting guests didn’t seem so daunting anymore. He nodded toward the servant, signaling them to let Evans in.
The moment Evans stepped inside, 1551 excitedly introduced him: [This is the original protagonist gong!]
Tang Xi mused: [He really does look like a knight.]
Evens had golden hair, deep-set eyes, and an aura of righteousness—a textbook example of a Western hero.
Having known Tang Xi for a long time, Evans was well aware of his temper. Feeling slightly apologetic, he offered an explanation: “I originally wrote in my letter that I’d visit tomorrow, but I received some exciting news today and just couldn’t wait.”
Tang Xi tilted his head. “Oh? What news?”
Evans suddenly smiled mysteriously and took out a small ornate box. “The church has discovered a few more gemstones capable of detecting a vampire’s aura. These gemstones are extremely rare—I had to apply for one for a long time before finally getting one to carry with me. If someone who has come into contact with a vampire touches this gemstone, it will light up. The brighter the glow, the more exposure they’ve had.”
Tang Xi’s eyes widened. “So vampires do exist?”
Evans nodded firmly. “Of course! My silver sword is prepared for this very moment.”
Tang Xi, like a curious child, asked, “Then what happens if a vampire touches this gemstone?”
From the memories of the original host, he knew that people in this world feared vampires immensely, and that the church’s main role was to defend against them.
However, the original host had never actually seen a vampire before.
So after sifting through those memories, Tang Xi had assumed that vampires were nothing more than a myth—an old superstition born from an underdeveloped society.
But now, not only did they seem to be real, but there were even special gemstones designed to detect them.
Evans patiently explained, “Vampires usually hide their aura and blend into human society, so the gemstone alone can’t expose them directly. However, the aura they leave behind on humans cannot be concealed. That’s why we use this method to track them down.”
Tang Xi was a little tempted to touch the beautiful and mysterious gemstone. Though he was spoiled, he was always polite to his friends. Obediently, he took the initiative to ask, “Can I touch it?”
Who could possibly refuse a pair of wide, watery cat-like eyes and an adorable kitten-like demeanor?
Evans nodded without even thinking.
He ruffled his golden hair and laughed heartily. “Of course, my friend!”
The gemstone was pushed in front of Tang Xi. The moment his delicate, soft fingers gently touched its surface, something happened that left everyone in the room utterly dumbfounded.
The gemstone lit up!
It shone with an astonishing brilliance, signaling that something significant had just occurred.
Tang Xi’s mouth parted slightly in shock, his eyes filled with confusion. A hint of fear crept into his expression.
His voice softened. “Is your gemstone… broken?”
Evans’ expression turned serious. “No. The Abyss Gemstone never malfunctions.”
Tang Xi frowned in disbelief. “But there’s no way I could have any connection to vampires—”
His words abruptly stopped.
A terrifying thought surfaced in his mind, and the strange, intoxicating sensations from the previous night came rushing back.
His body trembled uncontrollably.
The marks left on his skin suddenly began to heat up…