My Vampire Faints at Blood Chapter 62

Impulse-Related Hormone Levels

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"Really?" The vampire's eyes lit up at the promise of his doctor. He was determined to seize this opportunity, even if he really had to suck blood, "In fact, my dear, I've been looking forward to the possibility of having some deeper contact and discussion with you about lips and teeth..."

"Huh?" He clearly hadn't understood the vampire's overly lofty wording. Doctor Shang blinked blankly, looked at him for a long moment, and then suddenly slammed his fist into his palm in a huff: "I see! You wait here – I'll be right back!"

This time it was the vampire's turn to be profoundly bewildered. The pureblood king, who was not sure if he had succeeded in his quest for a kiss due to the human doctor's instructions, had no choice but to honestly stand at the edge of the bed in a horse stance. After a moment's hesitation, he pushed up the power that was vaguely drained from his body and turned it towards the burns on his hips and thighs.

After all – it's not exactly light work to be in a horse stance all the time. He'd been told that the activity they were about to do was physically demanding, so he'd better save as much as he could for a rainy day.

Doctor Shang quickly left the door and followed his memory into the kitchen, where he saw the werewolf butler with an apron around him, chopping up the meat on the table, mumbling, "He's up, he's down. He's up, he's down. He's above, he's below..."

"What's up and what's down, do you have a clean bottle?" Looking curiously at the half-breed husky who seemed to be possessed, Doctor Shang took a boning knife and measured it twice, but shook his head cautiously. He fished his scalpel out of his pocket and ran it back and forth over the flame of the stove several times.

"There is... Doctor Shang, have you two produced the next generation so soon?!" Already brainwashed by the two little dragons, the werewolf subconsciously replied. As soon as the baby bottle was taken out, it was suddenly as if he realised some horrible truth, and he pounced on it with a great change of expression.

"What next generation – why are you suddenly so strange, are you feverish or in heat?" It was completely impossible to talk to the other man smoothly. Shang Haojia tested the temperature of his forehead and found it to be normal, so he left the odd werewolf who was suspected to be in heat alone. He rinsed out the bottle and put it on the table, then took the scalpel and gestured twice at his arm.

"Doctor Shang! You mustn't overthink it – whatever it is that is born, so many of us will raise it for you!" He was convinced that something unspeakable must have happened to the two men. The werewolf butler, frightened again by his actions, lunged forward defiantly, trying to stop the human doctor's irrational behaviour: "If you want to scare him, just get some chicken, duck, or snow fox blood and splash it on the floor, it doesn't have to be your own!"

"I'm not trying to scare him, I'm trying to find a way to get him to eat something." Almost pushed by the werewolf into stabbing himself in the arm. Doctor Shang rubbed his temples with a headache, still patiently patting the kind werewolf butler, "He's injured, so he'll be in trouble if he doesn't eat and starves himself to death. In all the time you've been with him, have you ever seen him willing to drink blood?"

"No, no, I haven't been with him!" The half-blood husky shook his head without hesitation. Only halfway through his sentence did he realise what he was saying and waved his hand again, "No, no, no, no... I mean I haven't seen him drink blood, he seems to be very resistant to it and won't drink any. Once I saw them vampires fighting and everyone else was biting, while he was the only one who wouldn't, he had to wear a mask to fight someone..."

"It looks like this is the only way to do it... you take care of those little ones for me, I'll coax him to eat something first." Doctor Shang nodded soberly. Gauging how many cuts he would have to make to fill this bottle, he wisely abandoned this impractical and crazy idea: "Although I know it's unlikely – do you have disposable syringes at home?"

"There is, there is, Mr. Yan often experiments with rabbits, he has quite a few syringes there." The werewolf butler nodded hastily and went to fetch a few unopened disposable syringes for him. Looking at the human doctor as he drew and poured blood without changing his expression, he couldn't help but shiver: "Doctor Shang, there's actually frozen plasma in the fridge, if you want to give it to him, I'll just go and warm it up in the microwave..."

"Although I don't know much about the taste of this stuff, according to the rule that fresh steak tastes better than aged beef, and fresh vegetables are more nutritious than those that have been left for several days, freshly drained blood should taste better." Shang Haojia shook his head reasonably, took a tissue and pressed the needle hole for a moment before letting his sleeve down, "It's his first time drinking blood, so it's best to leave him with a good impression before he has a bigger shadow over food in the future."

"Makes sense – it's a good thing you're blessed by the dragons now, so it's okay to lose a bit of blood, otherwise that guy would have been heartbroken." He Jialun nodded thoughtfully, glancing at the cute pink milk bottle, but still couldn't help but shiver: "Doctor Shang, I think this solution is feasible, but you'll probably have to put some effort into convincing him. After all, at his age, he may not be very willing to drink from a bottle..."

"I know, I'll think of something." Doctor Shang nodded and touched the handcuffs attached to his waist. After mentally rehearsing the process of tackling the other man onto the bed and pouring blood into him, he picked up the bottle and left the kitchen with quick, confident steps.

He Jialun, who hadn't believed this line of reasoning at all, crossed his arms and watched him walk away before shaking his head as if he'd seen through it long ago and sighed softly in a worried manner, "I didn't expect that old fart to be so mighty, actually being the one down there and actually getting out of bed so soon..."

Little did he know yet what a terrible place the half-blood husky's brain had reached. Doctor Shang carried the milk bottle dotted with cute little pink flowers back to the room, unlocked the door with his hand, and waved it towards his vampire in a rather good mood, "Come and try it, I think your tips make sense, I'm probably confident it'll work this time."

......??

The vampire, who was still in a squatting toilet position to heal, looked up in bewilderment and stared in surprise, apparently having been thoroughly confused as to what direction his human had taken his invitation. Shang Haojia, however, was in no hurry, cautiously looking in the right direction before striding over and pressing the vampire down onto the bed.

"My dear – there is actually no need for such a rush. Perhaps we could have a bath first and then discuss the location a little..." He was taken aback by the doctor's overly blunt gesture. The vampire couldn't help but cough lightly and was racking his brain on how to turn the situation around without hurting his human's pride when the human on top of him suddenly pulled out a milk bottle and shoved it into his mouth with steady precision.

"......" In an instant, he was convinced that the two little dragons had indeed learned that routine from their doctor. The pureblood king blinked helplessly and subconsciously tried to speak, but his body suddenly tensed up.

As if hearing a call that was completely irresistible, his eyes instantly misted over with a blood red colour and his two canine teeth quickly poked out from his lips, jamming the teat precisely in the middle.

It was a taste like nothing he had ever tried before – completely different from the bitter blood he remembered being forced down his throat. Tantalisingly sweet, irresistibly aromatic, even the silent blood seemed to rush through his veins, pounding his eardrums one after the other, overwhelmingly sweeping away his entire will. It was as if his heart was beating once more, and he struggled to pull his consciousness away from his raging appetite before he realised that the energetic beating came from the human being lying on top of him.

There wasn't enough blood in the bottle for a grown vampire to take a few bites, and Shang Haojia was only trying to break his deeply ingrained subconscious with this. Estimating that the blood inside had been drunk clean, he tossed the bottle aside and unbuttoned his shirt with one hand, "How's that – isn't it actually not too bad to drink? You should at least respect my dignity as food, and if you dare spit it out again this time, you'll sleep hanging out on the windowsill tonight."

"No, my dear..." Wei Long blinked painfully, doing his best to suppress his raging, ravenous appetite, and shook his head with difficulty, "I haven't eaten for too long, and I'm worried – worried that this might stimulate my bestiality..."

"It's okay, I'll be watching you." Pressing his vampire into his arms, Shang Haojia responded with certainty and fished out the glistening handcuffs from his waist.

"......" The original emotion came to an abrupt end the moment he saw the handcuffs. The vampire blinked tearfully but still nodded gently and held out his hands towards him without reservation, "Come, these handcuffs have the effect of imprisoning the blood's power, it's just right for me to use them now... "

"No need for two hands, one will suffice." Meeting the frank and sincere depth of feeling in those bloody eyes, Shang Haojia's eyes then took on a light smile for a few moments. He placed one handcuff against his left wrist and the other around his own right, firmly interlocking their fingers and exposing one side of his neck.

The human's body was healthy and well-proportioned, perhaps a little thinner than normal due to the long hours of hard work. By tilting his head and opening the collar on one side, he revealed a beautifully shaped collarbone and smoothly defined deltoids.

The vampire glanced at it subconsciously, and his eyes reddened again unnoticeably. Finally unable to stop himself from laughing bitterly, he heaved a sigh of self-loathing, "My dear, if you're like this – I'm afraid I won't be able to resist the other sense of bestiality..."

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

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Translator Notes

Please feel free to comment any mistakes I made so I can improve and do better as I go through the book.

Translated: May 8, 2022

Edited: August 24, 2023