CH 104

Yaphisor was in a trance for a moment, when his keen sixth sense suddenly detected a hot gaze staring at him, making his scalp tingle.

Swallowing hard, he looked up stiffly and saw a pair of eyes as blue and deep as a vast ocean, but now they were staring at him unblinkingly.

Yaphisor:”… er, hi, hello.”

The man who opened his eyes heard Yaphisor’s voice, and his delicate features shifted slightly to reveal a light smile, “Little one, did you wake me up from my slumber?”

Although this man seemed gentle and harmless, the powerful pressure emanating from his body still made Yaphisor wary.

Yaphisor hurriedly waved his other hand, clutching the cross on his chest, “I am very sorry; I did not mean to intrude into the boundary, and I did not mean to offend you.”

The blue eyes moved from Yaphisor’s face to his fingers, the tips of which were still dripping with blood from the point where his fang had pierced. With a soft roll of his throat, the blonde man stepped out of the crystal coffin.

Yaphisor’s body involuntarily took two steps back, tilting his head to look at the tall, handsome vampire.

When the man was standing in the coffin, he hadn’t thought of how tall he was, as the coffin was slightly tilted back. But when the man stepped out, Yaphisor realised that the man was nearly two heads taller than he was. The top of Yaphisor’s head, at 5’2″, only reached the beautiful man’s sturdy chest.

“Curtisno Von Laus Vander.” The blue eyes looked down for a moment at the dark-haired boy in front of him and suddenly said a name.

Yaphisor let out a “Huh” and tilted his head to look at him, “What?”

In a rare moment of good nature, the man repeated, “Curtisno Von Laus Vander is my name. You can call me Curtisno too; it’s a right I’ve given you. ”

When the man said the last word, the name “Curtisno ” was suddenly engraved in Yaphisor’s mind, and he rolled it in his throat, almost naturally, as if he had been born to say the name.

Looking at Curtisno in confusion, Yaphisor asked, “Why is that?”

Instead of answering him, Curtisno returned his gaze to his fingers.

Without warning, Curtisno suddenly bent over, wrapped his arms around Yaphisor’s waist, and lifted him with ease. Startled, Yaphisor hurriedly said, “Curtisno, what are you trying to do?”

Curtisno let out a soft laugh and whispered, “Don’t resist; wrap your arms around me, love.”

Yaphisor, who was still at a loss, unconsciously wrapped his legs around Cortisno’s waist, and his arms went around his neck.

Yaphisor was shocked, “What the hell is going on here?”

Still not answering, Curtisno felt Yaphisor tighten his grip around him. Curtisno wrapped one hand around his waist and the other switched to resting on the teenager’s ass.

With the slightest pressure, his five slender fingers sank into Yaphisor’s elastic flesh at the waist through his shirt.

Surprised by the feeling in his hand, Curtisno squeezed twice more before lowering his head to rest on Yaphisor’s beautifully curved neck.

A tingling pain shot through his neck and a desperate thought came to Yaphisor’s mind.

The Bloods were greedy for blood, especially human blood.

What’s more, this was a hungry vampire who had just woken up from a deep sleep. Even if he didn’t die, he would be assimilated into a blood servant by this vampire.

A desperate thought flashed through his mind, and another feeling overtook it.

His consciousness, which had begun to blur with the loss of blood, had gradually been replaced by another sense, an emotion he had never felt before.

Pleasure, excitement, tingling, trembling, a feeling he didn’t even know how to put into words; all he wanted to do now was open his mouth and moan in pleasure.

He thought it in his mind, and he did so.

With his arms hanging weakly around Curtisno’s neck and his mouth making kitten-like mewling moans, Yaphisor’s pale green eyes narrowed slightly and a look of pleasure mixed with lust crossed his face.

Just as he thought he was about to die in the ultimate sensation of pain and pleasure, Curtisno withdrew his fangs.

The stunningly beautiful Curtisno looked steadily at the lost expression on Yaphisor’s face, and his heart, which had been dormant since birth, suddenly shook.

With a few steps, he carried Yaphisor to the crystal coffin, and with a twist, he pressed Yaphisor into it.

His left hand, which was still holding the boy’s ass, slowly slid into the wide priestly garment and directly touched the tender and beautiful body.

The touch on his hand was many times better than through the clothes, which made him very fond of it.

His other hand, which was holding the waist, withdrew as he looked into Yaphisor’s misty eyes. With wickedness, he suddenly brought his fingers up to Yaphisor’s face, his voice low but seductive: “Take it and use your tongue.”

Yaphisor’s eyes were misty and his pink lips were slightly puckered. He heard Cortisno’s words, and once again his body leaned forward uncontrollably, taking the index finger directly into his mouth and lapping it up with his tongue like a kitten.

The warm, moist tongue swept over his finger, and Curtisno was even more excited.

The hand that was resting on Yaphisor’s ass became even more reckless and began to slide deeper.

The roots were violently teased, and Yaphisor suddenly jolted, his eyes, which had been dazed, suddenly clearing. With a loud cry, two white flashes of light suddenly appeared in his hands, and he pushed Curtisno back by four or five steps.

A look of surprise appeared in Cortisno’s eyes, “The power of light? Have humans mastered the power of light? ”

As the surprise faded, his eyes were replaced by amazement. “Little one, I never thought you would have such power. I’m so surprised.”

Yaphisor lost Curtisno’s support and abruptly slid out of mid-air to sit at the bottom of the coffin. His face was flushed and his lips were slightly parted as he gasped for air. “You, fucking rogue!”

Curtisno raised an eyebrow and said, “Good boys are not allowed to swear.”

Yaphisor grunted, “You won’t let me? You vampires bully people too much, you fucking retards! ”

A look of surprise flashed in Cortisno’s eyes once more, and he narrowed his eyes as he lowered his voice once more, with a commanding tone that could not be disobeyed, “Meow like a cat.”

Giving Curtisno the look of a fool, Yaphisor’s expression was cold, but he didn’t say a word.

Seeing this, Curtisno tsked twice and walked back and forth around the teenager crouching in the coffin before asking him, “Are humans’ mental powers now strong enough that they can resist me?”

Yaphisor no longer replied, but merely held an indifferent face.

Seeing that Yaphisor was ignoring him, Curtisno was not annoyed.

He took a few steps closer to the teenager and then walked up to him, crouching down. Curtisno suddenly placed his hand on top of Yaphisor’s black hair and laughed, “If you won’t answer, I have a way of knowing.”

The moment Cortisno’s hand was placed on his head, countless text-like memories replayed in his mind like a roller coaster, about the history of this world, the strife of the Blood about the development of humans, Yaphisor ‘s life experiences, and why he had barged in here before. Looking

through all the memories, Curtisno let go of Yaphisor’s head and gently tousled his soft black hair instead, saying, “Poor little fellow.”

Yaphisor strung out some of Cortisno’s list of actions from beginning to end, a complex look of shock flashing through his eyes, “You can do mental attacks?”

The most terrifying attack power in the world is a mental attack; it kills people invisibly and cuts their minds right down.

Not only that, but a powerful mental attack can also dominate others’ brains, making the onlooker involuntarily obey the caster’s orders.

It can steal people’s memories and thoughts, control their actions and sway their preferences.

But there are very few psychic attackers in this world. In his perception, only the Blood King, who has stepped through the blood of others for thousands of years to reach the throne, is a psychic attacker. The reason why he became the Blood King was also inseparable from his mental attacks.

But the name of the Blood King is not written in the book as Curtisno, not to mention that the description of his face is different.

The Bloods are handsome, but they call themselves the nobles of the night, the lords of the darkness. The darker their hair, the noble they are, and the purer their bloodline. Their eyes are scarlet, and they are feared by all who see them.

But this one was pure and powerful, but his hair was a light golden colour, like sunlight, and his eyes were a blue colour, like a lake, which was different from how pure bloods looked.

But if he was mixed blood, his power was a little too great. Even Orvis, a fourth-generation, who had chased him, was not even a hundredth as powerful as the man in front of him.

Curtisno von Laus Vander? It was a nobleman’s name.

Unable to guess the identity of the vampire in front of him, Yaphisor had to ask, “Who are you?”

After digesting the memories stolen from Yaphisor’s mind, Curtisno looked at Yaphisor and said, “I am the head of the extinct Vander family, the second generation of vampires, Curtisno von Laus Vander.”