Chapter 3: What Are You Trying to Do?

"My little rascal servant, what do you think you're doing?"

Just as Lin Fan was about to grab those perky, full "snowy peaks," Ji Yemei—still lying in his arms—suddenly opened her eyes. She blinked her mesmerizing golden pupils and smirked at him with a bewitching grin.

"I want to…" Lin Fan blurted out his shameless thoughts instinctively under the spell of her seductive smile.

When a ravishingly beautiful girl asks you what you want to do, how else would you answer? Obviously, the only possible reply is "Yes, absolutely!"

"Hehe, my naughty little servant, could your answer be any more shameless?"

Instead of getting angry, Ji Yemei giggled playfully at his brazen reply. With a fluid motion, she flipped over and straddled his waist, pinning him beneath her. The way her slender, snow-white legs clamped around his hips sent a jolt of electricity through Lin Fan's body.

"Ji Yemei, could you… not sit like this? If you keep this up, I… I won't be able to control myself…"

Lin Fan forced a strained smile, though inwardly he was reveling in the sensation of her soft thighs pressing against him. The position was undeniably tempting—perfect for a steamy morning romp. But as a timid otaku who fantasized more than he acted, having this alluring vixen perched atop him was pure torture. If she didn't move soon, he'd combust from sheer desire.

"Oh? My little pervert servant can't handle even this much?"

Noticing his flushed face, Ji Yemei's lips curled into a teasing smirk. She deliberately arched her back, causing her ample chest to sway tantalizingly in front of his eyes.

Lin Fan swallowed hard, his voice hoarse. "Please… just tell me what you want. Stop teasing me like this!"

Ji Yemei was clad only in a sheer lace lingerie set. The flimsy black fabric barely contained her curves, and the delicate panties did little to hide the secrets beneath.

"Fine, I'll stop… but only if you let me bite you. Will you let me?"

She remained seated on his waist, seemingly oblivious to the growing pressure beneath her. Her golden eyes gleamed with mischief.

"Go ahead. Just… be gentle."

Realizing her true intention, Lin Fan sighed and closed his eyes in resignation.

"Hehe! I knew my little servant had a soft heart. You'd never let your master go hungry!"

Pleased, Ji Yemei leaned down until her lips brushed his neck. Before Lin Fan could savor the warmth of her body or the soft weight of her chest against him, she parted her lips and sank her delicate fangs into his skin.

Hiss!

Even though he'd experienced this before, the searing heat that flooded his veins made him gasp. When he became Ji Yemei's first—and only—vampire thrall, he'd learned that a vampire's bite injected a euphoric toxin. It wasn't deadly, but it melted resistance into blissful submission.

Lin Fan kept his eyes shut as she drank, not out of fear, but to avoid losing himself to the carnal temptation of her proximity.

After a few sips, Ji Yemei finally pulled back, her flawless cheeks tinged pink. She licked her lips and let out an unladylike hiccup, her intoxicated giggle echoing in the room.

Lin Fan stared, stunned. The cold, aloof vampire from last night now looked like a tipsy enchantress. Combined with her barely-there lingerie, the sight reignited the fire in his veins.

Driven by lust, his hand crept up her thigh toward the supple curve of her hip—

Thud!

Before he could touch her, Ji Yemei hurled him off the bed with inhuman strength. She laughed, her voice melodic yet mocking.

"My, my… such boldness! Since when did my little servant dare to sneak a feel?"

"I-I wasn't sneaking! I'm an honest man!" Lin Fan scrambled to his feet, face burning.

No wonder she's always called me a rascal. Maybe I really am one…

"Oh no—I'm gonna be late for school!"

Seizing the chance to escape, Lin Fan grabbed his phone and bolted. After a rushed shower, he stuffed his backpack and shouted instructions to Ji Yemei: Don't mess with anything! Eat from the fridge if you're hungry!

The fridge was stocked with milk and bread—enough for her, though she'd likely stay full from his blood.

Unbeknownst to him, Ji Yemei stood on the balcony, watching him leave. Now dressed in her gothic crimson-and-black gown, she glowed ethereally in the morning sun.

"A newborn thrall who can walk in daylight… Just what are you, little rascal?"

With a thoughtful hum, she retreated indoors to meditate. Her wounds hadn't fully healed, and Lin Fan's potent blood would accelerate her recovery.