Quick Transmigration: Help, The Male Leads Are All Broken!

Sutang was finally kicked to the floor. She didn't bother climbing back onto the bed. The floor had a carpet, and while it wasn't as soft as the bed, it was adequate for sleeping.

On the bed, Satan, having delivered the kick, waited for her to climb back up. He waited and waited, but instead of the expected scrambling, he heard soft snores coming from below.

This damned woman actually fell asleep?!

This angered him. He abruptly sat up in bed, scowling. At that moment, the infuriating woman even rolled over, turning her back to him.

The darkness didn't hinder his vision. He silently stared at her for a moment. Seeing her unmoved, anger made the veins on his forehead throb. He got out of bed, walked over to her, and looked down at her with narrowed eyes. Suddenly, the corner of his lips curled up slightly.

I'll see how long she can sleep.

He extended a hand, his smooth nails suddenly sharpening into claws. Then, he slowly raised his other hand and gently grazed a claw across his skin.

A drop of blood welled up from the wound. The crimson blood resembled rose juice, or perhaps Sutang's vibrant red hair.

Satan crouched slightly. The scent of blood began to permeate the room. To others, it would be the metallic smell of rust, but to Sutang, it was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted in this life. Although asleep, her instincts led her to sniff the air and inch towards Satan.

Newly transformed vampires couldn't control their instincts well. Yet, at this moment, Satan retracted his hand, licking the drop of blood himself. The wound healed. The lingering scent remained, but the source of the blood was gone.

This sensation was unbearable for Sutang. Her thick eyelashes trembled, but her eyelids were heavy, refusing to open. In the end, she could only let out a helpless whimper.

The hunger in her stomach began to burn, spreading from her core until it consumed her entire being. Reason slowly eroded, and finally, the tightly wound string in her mind snapped.

Instinctively, even without opening her eyes, she could sense that the delicious blood had come from him.

The only time she had fed before was at his invitation. But this time, he was ignoring her, or perhaps, intentionally refusing her. Sutang felt lost and helpless, wrinkling her nose until she was almost crying.

"Give me," she pleaded, her voice hoarse and full of grievance.

Satan was delighted. "You want it?" He held her but prevented her from getting closer, teasing her. Then he asked, "Do you know who I am?"

Sutang was so uncomfortable she was about to explode, but the hunger in her stomach left her with no strength to fight, especially against a devil.

Unable to fight or steal, she could only say pitifully, "Dracula."

Satan was satisfied. He flexed his knuckles and loosened his collar. This time, he didn't tease her any longer.

"Then, welcome to the feast."

His elegant voice seemed to trigger Sutang's instincts. She drank greedily, frantically, losing control.

Satan didn't stop her, gently stroking her soft red hair throughout. He had imagined this scene for a long time.

The cold and proud beauty had fallen into his arms, and only he could enjoy this.

Time slowly passed. Sutang, hungry for an entire day, finally drank her fill and became drowsy.

She fell asleep again, but this time, Satan carried her to the bed.

"Ding, Blackening Value decreased by 10%, current Blackening Index: 90%."

The next day.

Sutang was awakened by the thunderstorm outside. Rain was frequent during this season, but she liked it. Having become a vampire, the sunlight she once loved was now repulsive, replaced by a fondness for the gloom of rainy days.

She asked the housekeeper for an umbrella. In the rain, her thoughts became exceptionally clear.

"Doggy, what did I do with the devil yesterday?"

The system recounted the events and then said, "Kid, what are you going to do next? You can't leave the devil like this."

Sutang looked at the rose garden in the distance. The rain had scattered the beautiful petals, leaving them to rot in the mud, devoid of their former beauty.

She said, "I don't want to be a rose at someone's mercy."

To Satan, she was like a pet. He would play with her when he was amused, but who knew when he would tire of her? She needed to have enough power to stand before him before he discarded her.

It was like a high-stakes hunt. He thought he was the hunter, capturing her, but he didn't know that she was hunting him too.

When Satan arrived, he saw her standing in the rain, her pale, slender hand holding a black umbrella. Surrounded by darkness, she almost blended into it, except for her striking red hair.

But ultimately, she didn't blend in. The red was too eye-catching.

Satan narrowed his eyes and slowly walked towards her.

The rain seemed to encounter a barrier, not a single drop landing on him.

"I remember you didn't like rainy days before."

Sutang clicked her tongue. "People change. Oh, I'm wrong, I'm not even human anymore."

People change, so what they once disliked, they might now like. Just like… Satan himself. She had once pointed a sword at him, but now, without her former position, how could she raise a sword again?

Satan was in a good mood and took the umbrella from her hand. "Let's go, your hair is wet."

Sutang was unusually compliant, but when they returned to the castle, she stopped and didn't follow him inside.

Satan turned around and heard her say, "Last night, it wasn't a dream, was it?"

"Hmm," Satan replied lazily, adding with emphasis, "You begged me."

Sutang wasn't surprised and accepted it readily. Then, she smiled.

The red-haired beauty's smile was truly captivating. Satan had noticed it before, but she rarely smiled. This time, however, Satan had a bad feeling.

Sutang said, "Since I drank your blood, I should thank you properly. How about I make a delicious meal as compensation?"

The expression on Satan's face almost froze, as if he had recalled some unpleasant memory. "No need."

Sutang insisted, "How can I not? You are a noble vampire; ordinary food probably won't suit your palate. How about I make some Mao Xue Wang? Made with fresh blood, I guarantee it will be first-class."

Satan: "…"

Sutang continued, "Alright, I'll go cook. Goodbye, my lord."

Satan felt uneasy. When she was pretending to be a human child, one of her greatest hobbies was making him delicious food, though those dishes were… indescribable.

Sutang hummed a tune. She wouldn't admit that those dark dishes from the past were deliberately made. He had deceived her, and deception always came with a price.

The castle had a kitchen. Though vampires, they could use blood to create a variety of delicacies.

For example, small snacks made with various types of blood, raw steak drizzled with pure virgin blood, and blood tea infused with premium tea leaves.

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