Chapter 176: Just a Little Sip
The party continued until around two or three in the morning, which only then did the group of "auntie" finally decide to spare Steven—the only male present.
Through the entirety of the party, the aged female operators had practically introduced every female operator on Rhodes Island to Steven, something that kept reminding him vividly of those dreaded moments during family reunions, when nosy aunts would bombard him with matchmaking suggestions.
To them, Steven was undoubtedly a high-quality prospect. With him, any potential partner wouldn't likely suffer hardship, and besides, his character and abilities were unquestionably first-class, which only intensified their enthusiasm.
Unfortunately for them, Steven himself currently had no such intentions, let alone any interest in matchmaking.
Only Blaze and Rosmontis refrained from teasing him, though judging by Blaze's barely concealed smirk, she'd definitely store this memory to tease him later.
While half-drunk, Steven finally managed to send off the group of elite operators and returned to lie down on his bed. But before he could even close his eyes, he discovered a petite figure already nestled under his blankets.
"Dr. Warfarin, aren't you afraid I'll lose control after drinking? I'm genuinely tipsy here, and I won't be responsible for anything that happens," Steven teased casually.
Even though she'd covered her upper body with the blanket, Steven could clearly identify her by the overly delicate legs encased in black stockings, and that enticing gap of porcelain-white skin between the stockings and the hem of her clothing—the absolute territory.
On Rhodes Island, only one girl possessed such an unmistakable complexion—Warfarin.
"I wouldn't mind at all, actually," came the Vampire's playful reply. "But afterwards, could I take just one vial of your blood?"
Hearing Steven's voice, the white-haired girl poked her small head out from under the covers.
Her porcelain-white face almost seemed to glow.
Despite looking slightly unhealthy, her pale skin lent her an unusual yet captivating charm.
If Steven recalled correctly, Warfarin belonged to a Sarkaz bloodline known as Vampire.
Just like their name, they are basically the clasiccal Vampires, though thankfully they weren't bound to nocturnal activity.
However, Warfarin's current actions felt far removed from the typical Vampire stereotype. In fact, Steven thought, she acted far more like a succubus.
Nighttime intrusions might be fine once or twice, but in Warfarin's case, it had practically become a nightly occurrence.
Steven honestly didn't understand her fascination. Was his blood really so irresistible?
"I've told you already, it's not happening," Steven said firmly. "Who knows what bizarre things you'd concoct with it. Do I look like someone who wants unnecessary trouble?"
Ignoring the girl on his bed entirely, he walked straight into the bathroom, casually removing his clothes along the way, revealing a lean but evenly muscled physique—not overly powerful, but certainly well-toned.
"I'm practically begging you here! You seriously won't help out even a little bit? Don't you have any sense of scientific sacrifice?" Warfarin protested.
"It's not about sacrifice," Steven retorted, glancing back with exasperation. "Don't you think this behavior of yours is crossing a line? You're a woman—constantly sneaking into my bed. What kind of image is that?"
With a final dismissive glare, Steven stepped into the bathroom to briefly rinse himself off.
After drinking, a shower was mandatory. Otherwise, the smell of alcohol would certainly ruin any chance he had at a peaceful night's sleep.
"Ah, how can you say that? It's because of my trust in you, Mr. Steve. Precisely knowing that you're an upright gentleman who wouldn't do anything improper to a delicate young lady like myself, I dare to do this. Besides, they say it's easier to discuss important things in bed. I find that quite convincing."
While sitting cross-legged on Steven's bed, Warfarin smiled as she watched Steven's silhouette through the bathroom door.
"Heh, you're just craving my body, aren't you? Seriously, is my blood really that valuable to you?"
Steven soon emerged from the bathroom after washing up, casually drying his hair while sitting down beside Warfarin.
Even though she was undeniably a beautiful girl with a petite, doll-like figure, Steven somehow found it impossible to see her purely as a woman.
Perhaps it was the vague aura of an old-timer she shared with Kal'tsit, or perhaps her frequent, shameless behavior—such as sneaking into his bed late at night—was just too much.
"It's extremely valuable. Mr. Steve, tell me honestly, you..." She leaned closer, sniffing softly near his neck, "where exactly are you from?"
Warfarin couldn't help but be drawn in by the faint, intoxicating scent emanating from Steven's body. It ignited her Vampire instincts, compelling her to bite down and savor his blood directly from his neck.
Yet this scent was something she'd never encountered in any other race across the entirety of Terra, deepening her intense curiosity.
"Oh, that's complicated. If I said I'm from Earth, would you even know what I'm talking about?"
Steven pushed away Warfarin's head, which had already begun to inch dangerously close to his neck. Her increasingly predatory gaze was definitely not something he intended to indulge.
"Huh?"
As expected, hearing "Earth" only deepened the confusion on Warfarin's petite face.
"See? Judging by your expression, explaining further would be pointless. So why even ask?"
Steven sighed in exasperation, gently pushing Warfarin further away from him.
"I'm just curious! Please, Mr. Steve, just indulge me this once. If nothing else, let me bite you—just one little sip. Without satisfying my curiosity, I'll never find peace!"
Warfarin hugged Steven's arm tightly, shaking it like a spoiled girl.
Unfortunately for her, Steven remained completely indifferent to her charm offensive.
"I have a feeling you'd drain me dry in one gulp if given the chance," Steven muttered sarcastically, eyeing Warfarin's insatiable expression.
Anyone watching would suspect she was craving something far less innocent.
"Besides, there's a serious issue you're overlooking," Steven continued seriously. "Firstly, you probably can't even pierce my skin." He pointed at himself confidently. "And secondly—and this is important—I don't seem to bleed."
With another resigned sigh, Steven rolled up his sleeve to demonstrate, holding his bare arm directly in front of Warfarin's eager face.
"I'll give you one chance. If you can't do it, promise me you'll quit bothering me from now on. Deal?"
With a teasing pat on his exposed forearm, Steven signaled for Warfarin to go ahead and give it her best shot.
Warfarin had been taking care of Gladiia for over a month, and hr didn't like the idea of owing her a favor. If she only wanted a little sip, he could still accept that—as long as it didn't involve any experiments.
However, even if he agreed, for Warfarin, actually getting that sip wasn't going to be easy.
With Steven's permission, Warfarin didn't waste any time. She decisively opened her petite mouth, revealing two sharp fangs, and bit down hard on his arm.
Steven himself had told her to bite, so she certainly wouldn't hold back.
However, contrary to Warfarin's expectations, the sensation was nothing like biting into human flesh. Instead, it felt as though she was biting into solid steel. No matter how hard she tried, her proud fangs simply couldn't pierce Steven's skin.
On top of that, an ache spread from her jaw, making her feel as if continuing any longer might dislocate it entirely.
All she could taste was the minty fragrance of Steven's freshly washed skin—not the sweet, blood-rich flavor she'd anticipated.
Her eyes widened dramatically in shock, yet no matter her efforts, her teeth couldn't penetrate Steven's skin.
"I told you already, didn't I? I'm solid through and through. Where exactly did you think you'd find blood to sip?"
Steven sighed helplessly.
He wasn't fooling her—though "Minecrafter" did have health bars, the concept of bleeding simply didn't exist for them.
Without adding weird mods, it was practically impossible to see a Minecrafter bleed.
"I don't cawe! Jusht...wewax a wittle mowe, an' I can bweach it!" Warfarin stubbornly refused to let go, speaking incoherently around Steven's arm still clamped in her mouth.
After countless failed nightly ambushes, she'd finally secured his permission. Leaving empty-handed was absolutely unacceptable.
"Come on, I'm already completely relaxed, alright? I'm not using any strength at all. It's your teeth that can't penetrate—can you really blame me for that?"
Steven truly felt helpless.
He genuinely wasn't wearing any armor, but Warfarin's teeth weren't drill bits. There was no way she could break his defense.
Not to mention, Minecrafter truly didn't have a bleeding mechanic. Even if Warfarin bit him to death right there, no blood would ever flow.
"I don' cawe!" she insisted stubbornly, gripping his arm tightly, determined not to let it escape from her mouth.
But even so, Warfarin quickly realized that aside from worsening her jaw ache, Steven's skin showed no signs whatsoever of being punctured.
"I really wasn't lying—you've seen for yourself, haven't you? I told you from the start it's useless."
Steven could only watch helplessly as Warfarin persisted in her stubbornness, indulging her little tantrum.
In the end, though, she would inevitably leave empty-handed.
But wait—since she couldn't get his blood, would she start eyeing other bodily fluids instead?
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