The Master’s Command

The master’s blood possessed the power to ignite the Blood Princess’s deepest desires. Likewise, this potent elixir, meticulously formulated for their kind, carried the same effect—a stimulant several times more potent than blood itself.

Mo Bai gazed down at the girl, now pliant in his embrace, a flicker of triumphant amusement dancing in his eyes.

“Do you want it?”

“Mmm… I do~”

Bai Xia responded almost instinctively, her voice soft and whimpering. Her body, doubly catalyzed by the potion and his blood, was terrifyingly honest. She instinctively tilted her head back, seeking the young man’s blood, her slender fingers unconsciously tightening their grip on the fabric of his shirt.

“Then what should you call me?” Mo Bai’s fingertips lightly brushed her feverish skin, an undeniable command in his tone.

At this moment, the girl on the bed was like one intoxicated. Her eyes were hazy, her cheeks flushed crimson, and her fair skin glowed with an inviting pink. She was utterly devoid of strength, able only to nestle in Mo Bai’s arms, emitting soft, yearning whimpers.

Her reason had long since been overwhelmed, leaving only the most primal instincts to drive her.

Thus, when Mo Bai questioned her, Bai Xia’s small head barely processed the words. She could only respond in a voice filled with utter softness,

“Mo… Mo Ge…”

Alas…

Even in her befuddled state, a trace of shyness lingered in the girl’s subconscious, preventing her from uttering the more intimate and subservient title he desired.

“Tsk…” Mo Bai let out an ambiguous click of his tongue, yet a deeper, more profound smile flickered in his eyes.

Even now, the little one’s inherent stubbornness and sense of shame were still surfacing.

But… perhaps this made it all the more interesting?

Mo Bai’s lips curved subtly. Since the little one wouldn’t say it, slowly coaxing Bai Xia to utter that shameful line would be a pleasure in itself. After all, the night was still long.

“No, that’s not it.” Mo Bai’s voice was low and insistent. He drew back slightly, his fingertips gently lifting her flushed little face, compelling her hazy, crimson eyes to meet his. “Think again. What should you call me?”

“Mo…”

“Not quite, no~”

Mo Bai interrupted her soft attempt once more. This time, his mischievous fingertips rested on the girl’s soft abdomen, kneading it with a gentle, teasing pressure.

“Mmm~”

How could Bai Xia endure such “torment” from Mo Bai? Besides, even through the shirt, that small room couldn’t withstand such “decoration.”

“Think carefully again. What should you call me?” Mo Bai’s fingertips remained, now imbued with a playful force.

The little one didn’t want to speak?

Then he would have to indulge her fully tonight.

After all, it was late, and they had all the time in the world.

The smile in Mo Bai’s eyes deepened, tinged with a hint of wicked amusement.

The pressure on her “little room” had already made Bai Xia’s gaze unfocused. Her blood-red eyes were slightly diffused, but the tiny whimpers remained trapped deep in her throat, unwilling to escape.

That lingering, stubborn sense of shame made her bite down hard on her lower lip…

Until…

“Do you truly not want it anymore?”

Mo Bai reopened the potion bottle, and its strange, sweet aroma once again permeated the air, richer than before. It instantly seized all of Bai Xia’s senses, making her instinctively yearn for it.

“I do…”

“Then what should you call me?”

Mo Bai’s voice was low and seductive. Dipping his fingertip into the potion, he brought the intoxicating scent even closer to her nose.

“Or are you saying you’ve taken my blood, yet refuse to acknowledge it?”

The aroma, mingled with the allure of his blood, acted as the most potent catalyst, instantly shattering Bai Xia’s last line of defense.

Her lingering shame was utterly devoured by surging instinct. She trembled subtly, finally whimpering out the title that made her ear tips burn crimson.

“Master… give it to me…”

The faint, almost inaudible, yet crystal-clear whimper finally broke through her clenched teeth, carrying with it complete surrender and an uncontrollable longing. She actively tilted her head back, seeking his touch, her misty, crimson eyes now filled with nothing but utter reliance and submission.

Watching Bai Xia, now sprawled softly on the bed, whimpering and calling him “Master,” a triumphant gleam flickered in Mo Bai’s eyes. He finally let out a satisfied, low chuckle.

“As you wish, my little Blood Princess.”

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Outside the window, the moonlight grew stronger, softly enveloping the soundproof guest room and quietly concealing the night’s intimate scene.

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Perhaps it was because the title “Master” was too shameful, prompting the girl’s “resistance” to be exceptionally fierce. It wasn’t until two or three in the morning that Bai Xia finally collapsed into an unconscious sleep.

Moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a soft glow on her fair skin, which was now adorned with ambiguous red marks.

Mo Bai looked at Bai Xia, sprawled on the bed, her cute little white feet still twitching slightly, a smile playing in his eyes.

The little one had certainly held out for an exceptionally long time tonight.

He leaned over, his fingertips gently brushing aside Bai Xia’s sweat-dampened white hair, allowing the cool air from the air conditioner to soothe her. Then, he pressed a soft kiss to her still-flushed cheek.

While the “side effects” of the potion were indeed quite significant, the physical enhancement it provided was undeniable. It was just that the process had been a bit harsh on his little Blood Princess.

“Sleep. We’ll have someone change the sheets tomorrow,” Mo Bai yawned.

Even without a shower, the ordeal had left him somewhat exhausted and drowsy in bed. Though the bed and clothes still bore traces of the night’s intimacy, he paid them no mind. Extending a long arm, he pulled the sleeping Bai Xia into his embrace, and slowly drifted off to sleep, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair.

He closed his eyes, then opened them again, and it was suddenly Saturday noon. Bright sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, casting luminous patterns across the room.

Mo Bai woke first. The girl in his arms was still sleeping soundly, her long white hair fanned out on the pillow, her breathing even and deep, as if last night had been nothing but a dream.

But for Mo Bai, a simple lift of the covers would reveal the petite form that had nestled against him throughout the night.

“The sun’s already on your butt, and you’re still not awake?” Mo Bai raised a hand, his fingertips gently pinching Bai Xia’s soft, plump cheek.

The girl mumbled discontentedly in her sleep, like a startled kitten. She instinctively burrowed deeper into his embrace, attempting to escape the disturbing touch and the bright light filtering through her eyelids.

“Sleepy… Mo Ge, don’t…”

Bai Xia’s voice was muffled and indistinct, thick with sleep and a soft nasal whine.

She was utterly exhausted, lacking even the strength to lift her arm. She simply wished to revel in the warm, secure embrace, fully replenishing the energy she had expended last night.

Mo Bai gazed at the adorable girl nestled in his arms, her small face flushed pink with sleep, feeling the softest part of his heart gently stirred. He ceased teasing her, simply resting his chin lightly on the crown of her soft hair, inhaling her faint sweet scent, and closing his eyes.

It was a rare weekend. He would sleep a little longer with her.