Chapter 1: Black Stockings Hugging Flesh, Even Immortals Can’t Resist

Under the sultry, orange glow of the light, the girl’s delicate body lay sprawled across the bed, her soft frame sinking deep into the mattress.

Her eyes were half-closed, faint glimmers of tears sparkling at the corners.

A bewitching woman knelt between the girl’s legs, one hand gently grasping her ankle, propping her dainty foot onto a fragrant shoulder, while the other hand caressed the girl’s leg, encased in sheer black stockings.

The stockings hugged her flesh tightly—a sight so divine, even immortals couldn’t resist.

That searing gaze seemed to admire a finely crafted work of art.

And it wasn’t wrong to call it that—this pair of shapely legs, perfectly proportioned, adorned with seductive black garter stockings, truly deserved to be called a masterpiece.

But couldn’t she appreciate this “art” without that lustful stare, damn it!

As warm fingertips glided along the boundary between bare skin and stockings, the sensation shifted from silky smoothness to a soft, textured glide.

“Luoyao, your feet are so small, so beautiful.” The woman spoke, her tongue delicately tracing the rounded ankle bone beneath the black stockings.

The soft touch of her tongue didn’t bring Luoyao any comfort, for she couldn’t ignore the fact that the person toying with her foot was a vampire.

“Noah, please… let me go…” Luoyao pleaded softly.

“Let you go? I’ve only had you for three days, and I’m nowhere near done playing. How could I let you go?”

Noah’s red lips curled slightly, revealing two sharp, gleaming fangs before she slowly leaned toward Luoyao’s ankle.

Pop—

Her fangs pierced through the stockings and skin, a sharp sting shooting through Luoyao.

Luoyao let out a muffled groan but quickly covered her mouth with both hands, not daring to beg further or make another sound.

Noah despised any noise while she fed.

If Luoyao caused even the slightest irritation, the torment she’d endure would be far worse than this.

The pain lasted only a few seconds. Soon, Noah’s saliva seeped into Luoyao’s veins through the wound, numbing her nerves.

Noah closed her eyes, savoring the fresh, warm blood of the young girl.

The exquisite, metallic tang flowed from her mouth to her stomach, brimming with youthful vitality.

This ritual, known as the “Vampire’s Kiss,” would last a full half-hour.

During this time, Noah wouldn’t drain Luoyao’s blood recklessly.

She mimicked the human act of “wild passion,” trying to stir physical excitement in Luoyao.

But clearly, the human girl, new to this world, wasn’t ready to let her guard down and fully surrender to Noah.

No choice then—Noah secreted more saliva to help Luoyao relax.

The light before Luoyao’s eyes grew hazier, her consciousness slipping away.

In her daze, her memories drifted back to three days ago.

It was the night she first transmigrated into this restricted game, Blood Hunt Church. The television blared reports of frequent vampire attacks on humans, urging people to stay indoors at night unless absolutely necessary.

But Luoyao’s neighbors had already been dragged from their homes one by one, drained dry by vampires.

How could she dare stay in that house any longer?

She packed her bags, planning to flee the next morning.

In this game world, where humans and vampires coexisted, no matter where she hid, she’d encounter bloodthirsty monster girls. But with danger lurking on all sides, Luoyao couldn’t afford to linger.

As she made her escape plan, someone knocked on her door.

The visitor claimed to be a member of the Blood Hunt Church, tasked with escorting ordinary citizens to safety.

The Blood Hunt Church was an organization in this game world that had fought vampires for over a thousand years, the only ones with the power to defeat them.

Luoyao was skeptical at first, but after the visitor presented a stack of seemingly legitimate documents, she opened the door.

And then.

Noah knocked her out and brought her here.

Damn vampire! She could’ve just kicked the door down—why trick me like that!

‘You didn’t just violate my body, you shattered my trust in humanity, you b*stard!’

After Noah brought her here, the vampire, who seemed addicted to lust, tormented Luoyao day and night.

At first, it was just kisses on her wrist, then drinking from her arm.

Fine, you’re a vampire, drinking blood is normal. I can’t fight you, so I’ll endure it.

Then Noah grew bolder, feeding from Luoyao’s abdomen.

Alright, as long as you don’t kill me, I can tolerate it.

But soon, Noah’s perverse tastes surfaced. She forced Luoyao to wear all sorts of strange, provocative outfits.

Like tonight’s garter stockings, which Noah particularly adored.

Every feeding session wasn’t just physical torment—wearing these humiliating clothes was a soul-crushing assault on Luoyao’s spirit!

Hiss—

The pain in her ankle snapped Luoyao back to reality.

Noah had set her foot down and leaned over her, pressing her body close. Her fiery red lips moved toward Luoyao’s mouth.

A kiss.

It was something Noah did after every feeding.

Though “asking for a kiss” wasn’t quite accurate—“forcing a kiss” was more like it.

Noah didn’t care if Luoyao consented; she was going to kiss her regardless.

Luoyao, who had resisted at first, then grudgingly accepted, was now numb to it.

She no longer struggled as Noah’s blood-tinged tongue slipped into her mouth.

And Luoyao was slowly realizing something terrifying:

Not only did she stop resisting, but she was starting to feel… excited.

Noah’s kissing was skillful—soft yet firm, forceful yet tender. Aside from the occasional nick from her sharp fangs, no one could resist her passionate kisses.

And in this game world, Luoyao’s orientation was toward girls…

So even knowing Noah was a vampire, her body sometimes betrayed her with “excited” signals.

After a five-minute deep kiss, Noah sat up, satisfied, her silver hair brushing across Luoyao’s cheek, tickling softly.

She reached out, playfully teasing Luoyao’s soft earlobe, and smiled.

“Thanks for the treat, my dear human miss.”

“When… when will you let me go? I’m so scared…”

“So scared~” Noah mimicked Luoyao’s soft tone, chuckling wickedly. “I won’t let you go, Luoyao. Remember how you’re struggling against me now. In a month, you’ll be begging me to drink your blood.”

Luoyao bit her lip, mustering her courage. “I-I would never! Begging a vampire to drink my blood? That’s absolutely impossible!”

“Then why’s your face red? Got a thing for me?”

“N-No!”

“You’d better not. Humans who fall for vampires always lose—badly.”

Of course they’d lose.

One was a near-immortal predator at the top of the food chain.

The other, just an ordinary human who’d live a few decades at most.

Even if they fell in love, they could never enjoy true intimacy.

A vampire’s lust would drive them to drain their partner’s blood.

Noah gently wiped the saliva from Luoyao’s lips.

“My blood s*ave, don’t you dare fall for me.”

Luoyao gripped the white bedsheet tightly, defiantly retorting,

“And you’d better not fall for me either!”

(TN: The term “blood s*ave” refers to a human kept by a vampire specifically for feeding, a common trope in the game’s lore)