The Prince and His Sex Slave

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In a messy, cramped room of less than ten square meters, Ai stared at her phone at the message that she had a huge
overdue , had been blacklisted, and was required to go to the blood bank to repay it
. Frustrated, she slapped her hands and screamed

, "I'm doomed! I'm dead!"

Ai rubbed her unkempt, straw-like blonde hair in distress. This was District 58, ruled by
the vampire prince, Rust. Compared to other districts, it was relatively free and open. However,
ordinary citizens in District 58 were required to donate blood annually. The poor could sell
their , but ordinary people who committed serious crimes or had low credit were required to pay with their blood.

This was true blood for blood!

Ai was in the worst situation. She was practically the private property of the vampires
, destined for the blood bank, where she would likely spend the rest of her life locked in a cage, drawing blood daily to supply her vampire
friends , and slowly turning into a dried-up corpse.

"Is there a painless way to die quickly?"

While it's said that a short, sharp pain is better than a long, drawn-out one, how many people truly have the courage to commit suicide? Ai was afraid of pain and couldn't bring herself to commit suicide; otherwise
, she would have chosen a swift death. That very night, she was taken away. The male and female staff members were genuine vampires, with pale, bloodless skin, red eyes, and slightly pointed ears. 　　Ai lay sprawled on the bed, her face filled with utter despair. "Here you are, bro," 　　the male vampire whistled. "The young lady is quite pretty." 　　Ai was wearing a spaghetti-strap nightgown, hadn't washed her hair or put on any face paint, and even had a few pimples on her forehead from staying up all night playing games. She also had large dark circles under her eyes. If she dressed up, she probably would n't such a compliment. 　　A massive three-story bus took Ai to a huge warehouse complex surrounded by dense forest. A large group of workers wearing identical blue uniforms reminded her of places like livestock farms. She and her fellow dejected and hopeless colleagues were taken to a warehouse, where they showered, changed clothes, and then ate. 　　She hadn't expected to find steak here, served with eggs, fries, and pasta. The food was surprisingly good, crispy and golden brown, and the drink was milk. 　　After eating for a while, she noticed everyone around her staring at her, which she found odd. Everyone seemed to have a poor appetite; only Ai was actually eating. She hadn't eaten all day, so what was wrong with eating something? Besides, even if she were to die , she wanted to die with a full stomach, Ai thought. 　　The deadpan-faced man serving the food noticed her empty plate and added some more eggs and pasta to her plate, and also refilled her milk. 　　After the meal, everyone was assigned a cubicle. A short while later, three people barged in: one carrying a blood collection device, another holding dozens of vials of blood, and a middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses who looked like a supervisor, standing outside watching. The man collecting the blood also had a deadpan expression; without saying a word, he pulled open her wrist, took a small vial of blood, and quickly left. 　　　　　　　　　　Rose 　　Manor, the estate of Prince Rust, the ruler of District 58, is surrounded by . The ancient manor, passed down for thousands of years, remains undisturbed by the outside world, as quiet and serene as its owner. 　　This prince possesses all the rights to drink blood within his territory. The finest blood in the blood bank belongs solely to him , and every time new blood is available, it is delivered to him for his selection. 　　Strangely, as a vampire, Prince Rust is anorexic and hasn't drunk blood for many years, so this rule has become merely a formality. Over the years, this prince has shown no interest in drinking the blood of ordinary humans, nor even the blood of those second only to him among the high-ranking vampires. This has broken the hearts of countless female vampires. Like humans' fascination with fine wine, vampires also crave more delicious blood. 　　Deep within the manor, in a room, the prince sleeps in a dark wooden coffin. 　　"Your Majesty, this batch of new blood has arrived." 　　The manor's butler respectfully presented the tempting blood sample newly collected from the blood bank. Usually, if the prince showed no reaction, he could leave and let the other high-ranking vampires choose one by one. 　　But today seemed different. The butler trembled involuntarily, a suppressed force within his bloodline. His back bent more and more, unable to contain his horror. The prince had actually made a move! 　　A pale hand rested on the edge of the black coffin, and a tall, slender figure sat up from within. His long, flowing black hair, seemingly alive, meandered as he rose. 　　The figure, shrouded in black, silently swept over. The butler saw a hand, almost translucent white, pick up a vial of bright red blood. 　　The prince actually had blood he was willing to try! The butler was thrilled and unconsciously looked up. He saw a handsome, pale face, the head slightly tilted back, revealing a neck wrapped in a black shirt. Last tasted the blood, his Adam's apple bobbing, his bright red lips becoming even more vivid. 　　　　　　　　　　****************************** 　　The next day, Ai was getting bored in her cubicle. After all, there was nothing there except a bed. Aside from meals, which gave her some something to look forward to each day , Ai felt like she was going crazy with boredom. 　　But when Ai ate the exact same meals as the previous few, she dismissed that thought. 　　Could she be eating this every day? Even if it was delicious, eating it every day would easily become tiresome, and it would cause constipation ! But then she thought again, those farms usually only feed animals the same kind of feed, so it was impossible for them to have different meals every day. 　　Compared to her other desperate brothers and sisters, Ai realized that her mindset was already quite good. 　　Unfortunately, before she could finish three days there, a plane flew in, and dozens of armed personnel and a dozen maids, led by three red-eyed butlers, rushed into her cubicle and transported her onto the plane. 　　Ai felt as if she had become a fragile object, because they were carrying her away entirely, and the butler even...

They were repeatedly and sternly warned to handle her gently and avoid hurting her. After getting off the plane,
she was carried into a dark and lifeless manor, where another group of maids took over,
washing and wiping her down.

"Um… I can wash myself…"

Ai tried to speak to the maids, but no one paid her any attention. It reminded her of when her classmates
bathed her pet dog in school; the dog had probably howled like that before being ignored.

Ai was washed until she shone, then put on a thin silk slip dress, and was carried by these coldly abusive
maids to a room with a thick carpet. They then respectfully and silently withdrew.

In the middle of the room was a large bed, the thick curtains were drawn tightly, it was dark and cold, incredibly quiet,
incredibly eerie.

Ai stood barefoot in the empty room, her nightgown barely covering her hips.
The deep V-neckline revealed her high, firm, round, snow-white breasts. She nervously covered her chest and
tugged at the hem of her dress. She was freezing. Looking around to make sure no one was coming, she went straight to the large bed, pulled back the covers, and lay
down.

"Ugh..." Ai let out a long sigh. Once her eyes adjusted to her surroundings, she realized
there was someone else in the room. The person sat on a high-backed sofa in the corner, their features obscured, only
a pair of red eyes staring at her in the darkness.

What a horrific ghost story this was!

She pulled the covers over her head, like a kangaroo. The room remained quiet for a long time. Ai, nestled under the covers,
wondered, "Am I seeing things?" She cautiously peeked out again, only to see a pair of
red eyes so close to hers.

Snow-white skin, ebony hair, blood-red lips and eyes. As she watched,
she inexplicably felt her heart pounding.

His fingers were cold, his lips were cold, and his breath felt like it carried frost. Ai felt her throat being gripped;
this vampire, whose name and identity she didn't know, was pressed close to her, his nose and lips hovering over her neck, rendering her
immobile. Then he buried his face in her neck and suddenly bit down.

It didn't hurt, just a slight tingling sensation. Ai was momentarily dazed. When she came to her senses, she realized she was holding
the vampire's head, her hands tightly gripping his hair behind his head. He had stopped drinking blood and was now resting against
her neck, gently licking the warm scent of blood within.

Ai slept on that bed for a day. When she woke up, her treatment had changed. A group of butlers and maids
looked at her with complex emotions—envy, jealousy, and awe. Ai later learned
that the vampire whose name and identity she hadn't known that night was a vampire prince, the master of Rose Manor, the ruler of District 58,
and the man .

Ai wasn't sent back to the blood bank; it was said she caught the prince's eye and became his personal blood donor.

******************************

The anorexic prince finally found food, and Ai, this precious sustenance, received top-notch care.
For example, she got tired of the monotonous food at the manor and ate less. As a result, the next day a
whole line of cooks arrived at the manor, specifically to prepare meals for her—three meals a day plus afternoon tea and a late-night snack; she could even order her own food.

Wow…Is little Ai going to be rich from now on? She gasped, her mind racing.

The manor in winter was incredibly damp and cold, perpetually gloomy and without sunlight, no electricity, let alone
internet. Ai couldn't stand the cold; she wrapped herself tightly in thick clothes, listlessly sprawled on
the bed missing the days when she used to play games.

Prince Last always wore a black shirt and trousers, coming and going silently. At first, he
only came at night, holding her for a while. Later, he appeared during the day as well.

This vampire prince doted on his little vampire slave, so after the cook,
a construction crew arrived at the manor.

The group of vampires living in the manor looked at Ai as if she had killed their parents
and defiled their purity, but they could only endure the humiliation. Their faces were filled with "This shameless little
vixen ! How could the prince be so indulgent? It's outrageous!"

After all, the ancient and mysterious Rose Manor had been like this for thousands of years; the sudden change was very unsettling for them, who were used to
being out .

This way, Ai could wear a thin nightgown, turn the air conditioning up high, and comfortably lounge on the beanbag chair
watching dramas and playing games.

Meanwhile, the prince would always sit deep in thought on a high-backed chair two meters away, watching
his little vampire slave laugh and curse in front of the computer with his blood-red eyes. Then he would hold her tightly, greedily and obsessively inhaling her
sweet scent.

Ai didn't know why, but from their first meeting, Rust had been very kind to her, making her feel quite
embarrassed , especially since even her parents had never spoiled her like this.

******************************

That night, all the lights in the manor were off. Rust was reluctant to drink too much blood, but he wasn't satisfied either. After licking
her neck, he started licking other places, like her lips.

"Mmm... um..."

Ai felt as if she had plunged into the snowy pine forest, her nostrils filled with the crisp scent of snow and the cool
fragrance of pine trees, faint and cold, a chill mixed with the tranquil peace of the night.

When their lips parted, Ai felt as if her lips had been bitten through, and the vampire prince was still licking
the blood off them.

"Hehe..."

Ai boldly bit Rust back, and the man laughed, a flicker of desire deep in his eyes,
greedy and burning.

Ai secretly regretted her impulsive decision. Although this vampire prince usually acted
like a normal person and wasn't afraid of the sunlight. But he's a vampire after all. Can he be sexually promiscuous? Ai didn't know, but if it were him,
she felt she would be willing. Had she fallen for him? Her mind started racing again.

Ai's hands tugged at the hem of her clothes in a struggle. The gentle kiss not only made her feel comfortable but also somewhat
intoxicated. And when his tongue touched hers, Ai could no longer control the flutter in her heart, and involuntarily
stuck out her tongue, responding passionately and clumsily.

The two were inseparable, their tongues locked in a passionate embrace, chasing and entwining, seemingly forgetting their identities and immersed
in the thrilling pleasure.

The kiss ended, and Last looked at the woman in his arms. Her eyebrows were slender and delicate, like distant mountains. Her eyes were closed, and
beneath her straight, delicate nose, her small, rosy lips were glossy and luscious, like tempting cherries. Her fair
face was flushed with a captivating blush, adding to her allure and charm. Her long, flowing golden hair
spread across the dark red bed, a scene of poetic beauty and breathtaking allure!

A long nightgown clung tightly to Ai's voluptuous body, her two majestic breasts seemingly about to burst
forth . The hem covered her thighs, revealing the soft, beautiful curves of her legs, encased in warm, semi-transparent flesh-colored stockings
that gleamed alluringly in the darkness. Five delicate white toes, painted with pink nail polish, were tightly bound by thin stockings
, lined up quietly, like luscious, ripe grapes, tempting one to savor them
.

Absolutely perfect!

He caressed the soft, boneless, voluptuous body in his arms, forcefully and boldly grasping her full,
high breasts.

"Mmm...no...don't..."

Her vital parts were attacked, and Ai whimpered, instinctively grabbing Rust's large hand, but
offering little resistance.

"Hmm? Little Ai doesn't want to?"

Rust's voice held a hint of displeasure. He kissed her earlobe, ignoring her protests, and began to
vigorously knead her large breasts.

The cool breath seemed to penetrate her heart through her ear, tickling her, and in the darkness, amplifying her sensitivity.
Waves of tingling pleasure spread through her breasts, like tiny electric currents numbing her nerves, bringing a pleasurable
comfort .

"Hmm...no...you...you vampires can?"

"Huh?"

Last reached out and caressed her silk-stockinged legs, not missing an inch,
feeling every inch to the fullest. The shapely calves, the full thighs, and the intoxicatingly smooth feel of the stockings.

This silly girl actually doubted the vampire prince's abilities! How adorable.

"Little Ai, do you want to be with me forever?"

Last's deep voice was ambiguous and magnetic.

"Forever?" Ai opened her eyes. In the darkness, she couldn't see his face clearly, only his blood-red
eyes , revealing a clear hint of affection. So she closed her eyes again and softly said, "Okay..."

******************************

Ai's pretty face flushed red, and she obediently leaned against him, her body trembling as if electrocuted. She felt his teeth
piercing the skin on her neck, the itching and numbness more intense than ever before. The rapid loss of blood made her body gradually become
cold and numb, but the pleasure in her body did not diminish at all, but intensified.

"Last...it feels so strange...I want...I want it..."

The man's intense aura surrounded her, like an invisible cage trapping her. Her delicate, soft,
silk stockinged legs rubbed together passionately, making an alluring "hissing" sound.

A pair of slender fingers forcefully entered her mouth. "Mmm..." Caught off guard, the sweet, metallic
taste of blood spread through her mouth.

Last's blood seemed to possess a strange power. Ai unconsciously sucked on it, her eyes slightly closed, her eyebrows
relaxed , and her face filled with pleasure. She couldn't help but moan ecstatically, even sticking out her tongue
to lick and roll along the fingers.

"Ah...so...so good...oh..."

Ai trembled uncontrollably. The pleasure brought by the strange blood surged through her
soul , instantly destroying her body. She tilted her head back, her cherry-like mouth slightly open, exhaling a fragrant breath.

"Little Ai, what do you want?"

The man had already released her, raising an eyebrow with a playful glint in his eyes. His left hand continued to knead
her breasts, which were covered by her pajamas, while his right hand gently rubbed her
already .

Suddenly, Ai found the once dark room as bright as day, and all her senses were amplified countless times.
The novel experience excited her immensely.

"Lust's hands are so naughty!" Ai turned and looked up at Lust, reaching out to wrap her arms around his neck. "
Little Ai wants Lust's blood..."

Having completed her first embrace and become a vampire, she seemed to have no discomfort. She gently bit his lip, her sweet
little tongue darting out to brush the blood from his lips. Light, gentle, sweet, and soft, it was breathtaking.

Last lay down, letting her lie on top of him, his arms tightly around her slender, boneless waist.
"You're getting more and more audacious. You're just my little blood slave."

Xiao Ai sensed the doting affection in his voice and wasn't afraid of him. Her eyes crinkled with laughter as she said, "Because Xiao Ai
...likes Last..."

Her clear, beautiful eyes and captivating smile were as dazzling as a hundred flowers in bloom.

Last tenderly cupped her beautiful face, gently kissing her fragrant lips,
sucking and swirling his tongue around her delicate, sweet lips. Their passion spread rapidly, surging wildly into
their intimately intertwined bodies, gradually gathering in the deepest recesses of their hearts.

Their clothes had already quietly slipped away during their kisses.

Ai Jiao's body went limp, utterly powerless. Her beautifully curved lips parted slightly as she breathed softly, pressed beneath Last.
A seductive moan escaped her lips, her alluring eyes half-closed, her long, slightly upturned eyelashes trembling. Her nostrils flared, releasing a delicate, orchid
-like fragrance that wafted like a spring breeze onto his face. On her high, snow-capped peaks, a pair of small,
exquisite nipples rubbed against Last's chest, her long, slender legs tightly wrapped around his waist. Amidst the lush grass,
two pink, glistening petals parted slightly, a trickle of clear, slippery dew flowing
, filling the air with fragrance. The budding flowers proudly displayed their beauty and purity, as translucent as pearls. Her slender
waist swayed instinctively, a mixture of welcome and resistance, the tender petals seemingly sucking at
the fleshy tip of Last's erect penis between his legs.

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