Vampire 6
Grover, who had returned to serve once more, looked at Tang Xi gently and asked if he needed a bath.
Without thinking, Tang Xi nodded blankly.
The original character’s castle had a massive bath, which Tang Xi quite liked.
He glanced around but didn’t see Morse anywhere. Feeling a little awkward, he asked, “Where’s that slave?”
Grover, who had always maintained a composed and reserved demeanor, was momentarily stunned by the question. Then, he suddenly lowered his head and chuckled. “Are you very concerned about him?”
The young master, who wasn’t particularly straightforward in nature, quickly added, “I don’t care! I just don’t want him sneaking off to rest in secret. It’s not concern.”
Inside, Grover felt as if a hundred little kittens were scratching at his heart.
Oh, so his little angel had been thinking about him.
Feeling unnatural, Tang Xi rubbed his nose, worried about breaking character. He didn’t dare ask any further.
For some reason, Grover’s smile seemed to deepen.
A butler dressed in a tailcoat politely carried in a set of fresh clothes, naturally following Tang Xi into the bathhouse.
Tang Xi took a couple of steps before realizing something felt off. Amid the swirling steam, he turned around.
Grover followed a few steps behind him, his expression as restrained as ever. The mist didn’t seem to obscure his gaze at all—it was fixed firmly on Tang Xi.
Tang Xi: …
Clearing his throat, he ordered, “Grover, put the clothes down and wait outside.”
Grover bowed. “Young Master, please allow me to assist you in bathing and changing.”
Tang Xi: “That won’t be necessary!”
The mist blurred his vision. Grover stared at Tang Xi’s slightly flushed, annoyed expression. Deep inside, his possessive desires ran rampant, but his face remained respectful as ever.
Without pushing further, he retreated outside and thoughtfully closed the door behind him.
With that, Tang Xi finally relaxed. He quickly stripped off the elaborate noble attire he was wearing.
His fair skin was immediately tinged red from the steam, even the delicate curves of his knees turning a soft pink.
Sinking into the water, he squinted his eyes like a contented kitten.
Then, out of nowhere, a rough, heavy breath echoed through the bathhouse.
Tang Xi jolted in shock, his wide, water-bright eyes darting around.
A chill crept up his spine.
It felt like… something was watching him.
Trembling, he tried to summon his system, only to realize that 1551 had automatically disabled itself the moment he entered the bath.
Left with no other choice, he called out shakily, “Grover?”
“I’m here, Young Master.”
Perhaps because of the distance, Grover’s voice sounded faint, even a little stiff.
Hearing his response, Tang Xi let out a small sigh of relief. As long as someone was standing guard outside, it should be fine.
Maybe that eerie feeling of being watched was just his imagination.
But in the next second, he let out a soft cry.
Someone was behind him—half-embracing him!
“You… What are you?” he asked, his voice trembling with fear.
The “person” behind him let out a cruel laugh and spoke in a strange, unrecognizable tone, “Haven’t you already figured that out today?”
“You… You’re a vampire! Ah!”
Tang Xi let out another scream, feeling something wet and warm against his earlobe, followed by a gentle suction.
The vampire, satisfied with teasing the trembling young master in his arms, chuckled. “Correct. Here’s your reward.”
He laughed softly. “You’re really bold, daring to bathe alone. If you had let your butler in, perhaps you wouldn’t have ended up being bullied by me.”
He deliberately guided Tang Xi’s thoughts, making the young master regret shutting his butler out just moments ago.
Tang Xi whimpered, curling up in embarrassment and sensitivity.
But no matter where he tried to escape, he was held tightly in place. When the vampire’s cold fangs finally pierced his vein, his pupils began to lose focus.
It felt like he was experiencing both ice and fire at once. His mind grew hazy, his entire body reacting strangely to the vampire’s saliva.
Just from having his blood sucked, his limbs had already gone weak.
With the last shred of clarity left in his mind, his gaze landed on the clothes above the bathtub. He reached out, attempting to grab the silver cross hidden within.
Just as his slender fingers stretched forward, another large hand enveloped his, fingers intertwining to restrain him completely.
In the steamy room, faint helpless whimpers escaped.
Though it hadn’t gone to the very last step, Tang Xi’s eyes still reddened with shame.
He stayed soaking in the hot water for a long time before finally changing into his nightwear and pushing open the door, feeling utterly wronged.
“Grover” was still standing at the doorway, his expression as composed as ever when he saw Tang Xi emerge.
Tang Xi eyed him suspiciously, stealing glances at him repeatedly.
When “Grover” escorted him back to his bedroom and was about to leave after closing the door, Tang Xi, filled with shame, called out to stop him.
His mind kept replaying the vampire’s bold words from the bathroom.
If he dismissed all the servants now and was left alone again, wouldn’t he be walking straight back into the tiger’s den?
“Grover” curled his lips slightly, but the moment he turned around, his face returned to its usual respectful expression.
Under his gaze, Tang Xi hesitated, too embarrassed to speak.
After all, asking someone to stay and keep watch was something only a scared child afraid of the dark would do.
Yet, Tang Xi always prided himself on being a responsible, independent adult cat.
Then again… even if “Grover” stayed, it would be useless. Hadn’t the bathroom already proven that?
So, in a commanding tone, he ordered “Grover” to bring Morse to him.
“Grover”: What kind of blessing is this?!
At first, upon hearing that his little angel was calling for someone else to keep watch, he almost couldn’t suppress his emotions. But when he realized that “someone else” was actually himself, his mood instantly lifted.
Morse, now in a great mood, quickly withdrew while still wearing someone else’s face, then returned moments later with his own, knocking on the door.
Tang Xi, who had just placed a silver cross under his pillow, was startled by his speed. Then, raising his voice in a spoiled, willful manner, he declared, “You don’t need to come in. Just stand guard outside tonight!”
The capricious young master was both scared and unwilling to let anyone know, so he came up with a compromise.
The sweet, honey-like fantasy in his mind disappeared, replaced by the cold, empty corridor in reality.
Morse chuckled softly, curling his fingers slightly.
He could still feel the lingering warmth from the bathroom on them.
Such a disobedient little angel—so timid, yet constantly testing his limits.
His round pupils narrowed into slits, glowing red in the darkness.
Inside the room, Tang Xi anxiously whispered to the system, fearing another attack from the vampire that night.
1551 comforted him and even played an animated show to distract him.
By the end of the episode, his mind was completely filled with “Makka Pakka, Akka Wakka, Mikka Makka, Moo!”
Maybe it was because his poop scooper was standing right outside the door that he felt safe, convinced that he wouldn’t be bullied by the vampire again. And so, he drifted off to sleep in peace.
But as the moon climbed high into the sky, the door was quietly opened.
1551 was inexplicably blocked out once again.
The vampire ancestor gazed down at the sleeping young master, his expression unreadable.
Gently, he gathered the boy into his arms, stroking his silky black hair.
In a deep, puzzled voice, he murmured, “Why don’t you ever listen?”
Still, the fact that Tang Xi chose Morse—a slave—over his butler Grover to keep watch amused the vampire.
Morse traced his lips over the boy’s before nipping at them, his teeth sinking in just enough to tease.
With such provocation, even someone unconscious should have woken up by now.
Tang Xi, however, didn’t open his eyes immediately. Instead, he squeezed them shut tighter, too afraid to face reality.
But his trembling, thick lashes betrayed him.
They were so long and full, and when they quivered, they looked utterly pitiful.
A damp kiss landed on his eyelid.
Morse pressed another soft peck at the corner of his eye. “If you don’t wake up, I’ll drink your blood.”
Terrified, Tang Xi’s eyes snapped open, meeting the glowing red ones staring at him in the dark.
Morse wore a mask, concealing everything except his eyes.
“I was just teasing,” the vampire whispered, rubbing against him lazily. “How could I bear to drink your blood twice in one day?”
Yet, despite his words, his fingers instinctively traced over the spot on Tang Xi’s neck where the bite should have been.
Tang Xi flinched, then finally summoned the courage to speak. “I… I’m very rich. I can give you jewels, gold coins—just don’t bully me anymore.”
His voice was soft, almost like a plea, filled with the kind of childish coquettishness that made Morse feel as if his heart had been soaked in honey.
His mind screamed that whatever his little angel said must be right, but his face remained as cold as ever.
Without a word, he lowered his head and bit down on the tender flesh of Tang Xi’s neck—not to drink, but with an unmistakable air of possession.
A silent rejection.
Tang Xi sniffled, his nose twitching in grievance.
Morse leaned in, pressing his lips to the tears at the corner of his eyes, tasting the salty warmth.
But suddenly, a burning pain erupted in his chest.
The once soft and trembling Tang Xi had mustered all his strength to plunge a silver cross straight into his heart.
Just as the cross barely pierced his skin, the blood that seeped out corroded it completely, leaving no trace behind.
Morse wasn’t surprised at all—he never believed this little thing would just sit there and accept its fate.
“What a pity. This thing is useless to me. Looks like someone fooled you.”
In reality, for an ordinary vampire, this object would have been deadly. But in front of Tang Xi, Morse deliberately smeared the reputation of that knight commander.
His eyes were filled with feigned pity, but his actions were far from gentle—he lifted Tang Xi’s face and kissed him fiercely.
. . . . .
Tang Xi threw a tantrum willfully, particularly toward Morse, who had kept watch last night.
He picked up a cup of milk and hurled it at Morse.
According to the original character’s temperament, the cup should have been smashed against Morse’s head. But Tang Xi couldn’t bring himself to do it, so instead, he changed the trajectory and aimed for Morse’s chest.
After last night, he was almost certain that the ill-tempered vampire was none other than his poop scooper.
While bullying him, the vampire had let slip a familiar sound, despite trying to hold back. And before leaving, he had the audacity to pinch Tang Xi’s butt with a smug arrogance, as if his disguise had been flawless.
Tang Xi was so furious that his ears nearly twitched in frustration, and the invisible tail behind him flicked impatiently.
He decided to ignore his poop scooper completely, making him pull weeds and catch rabbits in the manor’s field instead. Meanwhile, he summoned “Grover.”
1551: …Something doesn’t feel quite right.
But Tang Xi was too angry to notice anything amiss. He waved at “Grover,” who had rushed over from outside, and sent another servant to deliver a message to Evans, inviting him to the auction.
With a cold sneer, he said, “Evans actually dared to deceive me. That cross was completely useless.”
And to think he had even thanked him yesterday.
The more Tang Xi thought about it, the more infuriated he became. His perception of the knight commander grew increasingly suspicious.
“Grover” asked worriedly, “What happened to you last night?”
Tang Xi’s face turned suspiciously red. He glanced at the butler, judging him to be an innocent bystander.
He managed to stay rational and refrained from lashing out, brushing over the topic vaguely before shifting the conversation.
“Prepare the finest carriage. We’re going to the marquis’s auction together.”
Clenching his small fists in anger, Tang Xi resolved to properly settle the score with that deceitful knight commander.
Author’s Note: Everyone is bullying the little cat. So mean, so mean.
Tang Xi was practically sinking into the luxurious cushions, the