The Vampire Lord's Dark Passion

Ru's eyes locked on the shadow as his pants were about to fall off his waist. Honestly, right now, he didn't care much about being naked in front of Lord Dekaris. The situation was similar for Almighty Ru.

"Show my dick to that vampire. If he wants to fuck, let's get it done as soon as possible," Almighty Ru said.

"That will be nice," Ru said and turned to Dekaris. "Would I undress you?"

Dekaris was utterly stunned. His once-relaxed posture stiffened abruptly. "I beg your pardon?" he replied, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Ru advanced, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "A submissive lord would be a delightful change."

Dekaris raised a hand, a gesture of both defense and restraint. "I cannot. I promised, remember? No touching."

"But I... I might touch you," Ru countered, his smile devilish.

Dekaris straightened, hastily buttoning his jacket. A respectful bow followed. "It seems King Ru has awakened."

"He's a bit of a mixed bag, but... fine," Ru said, adjusting his own pants and securing his belt. "We're both passive and active." He settled into the chair, radiating authority. "The contract. Let me see it."

Dekaris hesitated, curiosity warring with caution. "Forgive my bluntness, Your Highness, but are we discussing... carnal relations?"

"We were. You missed your chance," Ru stated, with the Great Ru vibe, grabbing his shirt from the chair and putting it on. He then took his seat on the chair, exuding an air of regal authority. "Let me see that contract."

"As you wish," Dekaris said, vanishing into thin air.

As Ru tied the silk scarf, the blue flames extinguished. The room was shrouded in darkness, save for the eerie shadows that danced on the walls. He glanced around anxiously, searching for the silhouette of the Chinese prince or something. Just as he was about to relax, he felt a cold breath brush against his neck.

Dekaris's hands materialized on either side of the chair, his fingertips almost grazing Ru's shoulders. The showy rings on his pale, veined hands gleamed in the dim light.

His hands moved with delicate precision, like a pianist playing an unseen melody. Ru felt the phantom touch on his shoulders, a sensation that defied logic.

Dekaris's voice, a low thrum, echoed in Ru's mind. <Your Highness, where are you?>

<I'm here,> Ru thought, a surge of defiance bolstering his confidence.

"I'm not asking about you, little one," the man's hissing voice in his mind pierced Ru's self-confidence.

Yet he dared. <I told you I'm here! If you overstep your limits, you'll pay the price, little bat.>

<Not only did you not keep your promise, you also tried to deceive me.> Dekaris pressed.

<I wanted to keep the agreement, but...> Ru's thoughts were about to disperse.

"But? What?" Dekaris asked with a faint smile.

"But at that moment, the ancient king you were so afraid of woke up and..."

The mental touches intensified, a strange sensation washing over Ru, like a veil being lifted, revealing hidden depths within his own mind.

A hand moved to the nape of his neck, the silken scarf seemingly unraveling beneath the phantom touch. Ru's breath hitched, but he couldn't bring himself to say "stop."

The phantom hands slid lower, tearing the buttons of his shirt one by one.

Dekaris's pahntom hands slipped inside his shirt, tracing the contours of his torso, a tormenting caress.

"My lord, if you'd be so kind as to step back," Ru said, his eyes darting to the dagger on the pillow.

Dekaris was caressing those two pink pearls with his phantom fingertips. Ru's breathing was getting faster and faster.

His eyes wandered over the layers of Ru's trousers. While one hand was toying with his nipple, the other hand was moving along the line of his belly.

Ru closed his eyes, letting out a soft moan as he felt Dekaris' mental touches. He was hardening at the thought of being claimed by the vampire lord. Dekaris' mental exploration continued, his gaze traveling down to Ru's crotch. The cloth of Ru's trousers was growing more and more taut.

Dekaris's thoughts drifted to the hidden promise beneath the fabric. He imagined the sweet nectar of Ru's vulnerability, a taste he longed to explore—Dekaris had tasted it once on the seventh clone.

Ru moaned loudly, his hips bucking involuntarily. He wanted to feel Dekaris' touch, to feel his lips.

Dekaris could sense Ru's desire, and it fueled his own. He moved closer, his hands leaving the chair to rest on Ru's shoulders. He leaned, his lips brushing Ru's ear. "Do you want me?"

Ru nodded, his breath hitching in his throat. "Yes, I want you."

Dekaris chuckled, a low, seductive sound. "Good," he said, his hands sliding down Ru's chest. "Because I want you too." He disappeared and appeared kneeling in front of Ru.

The vampire's hands were unfastening his belt. Ru was scratching the arms of the chair with excitement. As soon as the belt buckle was opened, Dekaris disappeared again.

"But I can't take you." Dekaris reappeared at his desk, the candles flaring back to their normal colors.

"Wha—what?!" Ru was shocked.

"You toyed with me, and I toyed with you," Dekaris explained and handed over the parchment.

"Thanks for the game," Ru said, hiding his displeasure and taking the parchment roll.

His heart had calmed down, but his mind was in shame. Some guy had caressed his brain against his will. This situation was perhaps worse than a pervert caressing his body. Ru was angry with himself cause he couldn't be saying 'No.'

"I'm a whore," Ru thought to himself. Then he remembered the short lessons the witch had given him in the kitchen. No, he wasn't a whore; it was just that the vampire lord had seduced him with his vampiric charm.

And at last, he put his regrets behind him and calmed down.

He carefully broke the seal and unrolled the contract. The fancy handwriting seemed to dance across the page, each word a mystery waiting to be deciphered. Ru's eyes scanned the document, his mind racing through the terms and conditions.

Contract

Article 1: Choose your role.

Article 2: Drink the blue potion and erase your memory.

Article 3: Enter the house.

Article 4: The audience will be able to see you even if you don't realize it.

Article 5: You can invite friends to watch the game.

Article 6: You can invite a friend to join the game.

Article 7: Until the game is over, you cannot leave the house.

Article 8: While in the house, you will be protected by our observers. Other guests or other players can't kill you in an unaesthetic way.

Article 9: Becoming the audience's favorite player will increase your chances of winning the competition. However, your goal should still be the creation of the most powerful puppet and your survival.

Article 10: If you win the contest, the wish you write below will be fulfilled by us.

(Write your wish)...

Sign here:

Ru stared at the contract, each line more bizarre than the last. His eyes skimmed over the fancy script, pausing briefly at the chilling terms.

'Erase your memory? Enter the house? The audience will see you even if you don't realize it.'

His stomach twisted at the nightmare-like rules.

'I didn't even choose my role,' he thought.

He glanced toward Lord Dekaris Zharqasti, who was now sitting calmly at his desk, the eerie flames from the fireplace casting long shadows across his sharp, aristocratic features. The vampire lord's glowing red eyes watched him with a quiet intensity.

Ru ignored the vampire lord, turning his attention to the scroll. His eyes scanned Article 9: 'Becoming the audience's favorite player will increase your chances of winning the competition. However, your goal should still be the creation of the most powerful puppet and your survival.' The mention of puppets unnerved him.

"What puppet? Where did this come from?" he growled.

Lord Dekaris Zharqasti tapped his nails rhythmically on the table, his eyes fixed on Ru. "The beings referred to as puppets are vessels created for special spiritual entities," he explained carefully. "We expect players to create and develop these vessels, known as puppets. The next step, you might have guessed, is to revive your puppet and keep it by your side."

"Should I think of these as summons that will fight on our side?" Ru asked.

"There is nothing a soul cultivator master's puppet cannot do, Lirui," Dekaris replied, his tone laced with pride.

"I might like this. So what is it? The audience gets involved and can watch me at any time. This is heresy," Ru said, his voice rising.

"This is a show, Lirui, not a holiday program," Dekaris teased; a smirk played on his lips.

Ru was about to swear but held himself back, his anger simmering beneath the surface. He focused again on the contract.

His gaze dropped to the final line, the dotted line where he was supposed to write his wish. The notion of fulfilling his wish was alluring, yet the price—his freedom and sanity—seemed excessively high.

Ru took a deep breath and slowly back-rolled up the parchment. "Quite the... interesting contract," he uttered, his voice laced with unease.

Lord Dekaris didn't respond immediately, his gaze unwavering as if he could read Ru's every thought. After a long pause, the vampire lord spoke, his voice smooth and hypnotic. "Lirui, the game is not for the timid. But the rewards..." He gestured toward the parchment, his smile widening. "They are beyond anything you could imagine."

Ru met his gaze, fighting the urge to shiver under the weight of Dekaris's presence. "And if I don't agree?" he asked, tracing his fingers around the edges of the rolled-up contract.

Dekaris's smile remained, but his eyes darkened slightly. "If you disagree with the contract, your time in my domain will come over... swiftly. But the game offers more than risk, Lirui. It offers power. And perhaps a path to answers you've been seeking."

Ru's heart pounded. The mysterious figure he'd seen, the prince-like shadow, lingered in his mind. He needed more time and more clarity. But he had no intention of becoming involved in this twisted show for now.

"Before I make any decisions," Ru said, his voice firmer, "I need time to review this... in detail."

Lord Dekaris raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Time is a luxury not often afforded, but... very well. You have until the next full moon, Lirui Xiaolian. After that, the choice will no longer be yours."

Ru nodded, tension still coiling in his chest. He stood, the contract in hand. As he moved toward the door, he glanced over his shoulder at the vampire lord, who remained motionless at his desk, watching him with an unsettling intensity.

"Until then," Ru said, gripping the parchment tighter as he stepped into the shadows, the cold flames flickering one last time as he exited the grand study. "I will continue to hate you."

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