The plot of "Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic One Always Collapses" is incomplete.

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Yubai gradually regained his senses and broke free from his out-of-control state.

His fangs were still embedded in the tight flesh as he lay on top of Cedric, whose hands were still on his waist.

What did I do?

Wen Yubai staggered and fell off the bed, his face drained of color, leaving only confusion and fear.

He saw Cedric's clothes were disheveled, his arms were covered in scattered bite marks, and even deeper ones...

He didn't want to recall that uncontrollable madness, and disgust appeared in his eyes.

"madman."

Cedric chuckled softly.

This kind of drama played out several more times in the days that followed.

Cedric precisely gauged Wen Yubai's limits, using himself as bait to lure him into indulging in instinctive desires.

He made Wen Yubai addicted.

He enjoyed the pain and pleasure he was experiencing.

Cedric was unaware, or rather unwilling to admit, that he too had become addicted through these repeated encounters.

Until one day, after Wen Yubai regained consciousness, his anger and sense of powerlessness reached their peak.

He leaned against the wall, unwilling to even look at Cedric, his tone stiff and cold.

"Have you had enough, Grand Duke? Is it fun to toy with me like this?"

"Teasing?"

Cedric lay languidly on the bed, his body covered in wounds.

There was no displeasure in his eyes, but rather a hint of indulgence, and a faint smile curved his lips.

"You're the one who always pounces on me so eagerly, you're the one who bites so hard, and you're the one who enjoys it all."

"Why are you getting angry at me instead?"

These distorted and ambiguous words became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"Shut up!"

Wen Yubai suddenly grabbed a glass from the table next to him and smashed it hard.

It crashed to the floor next to the bed, scattering fragments everywhere.

In the young man's beautiful eyes, there was only undisguised disgust.

Even before he regained consciousness, what reached Cedric's heart was a sharp, unfamiliar sting that instantly froze the smile on his lips.

Cedric suppressed his laughter, slowly stood up, and looked down at Wen Yubai, his eyes swirling with emotion.

In the end, he did nothing, said nothing, and turned and left.

The old butler was waiting outside the door when it was opened.

He lowered his head respectfully, not daring to peek into the room, but out of the corner of his eye he could not ignore the owner's fresh wounds.

He had followed his master for so many years and had never seen his master look like this before.

The old butler carefully chose his words, his voice filled with worry.

"Master, you..."

Cedric simply raised his hand, signaling him to be quiet.

He stood silently for a moment, then strode away and disappeared into the depths of the corridor.

That night, Cedric, unusually, indulged himself, letting alcohol numb his nerves in an attempt to extinguish his burning emotions.

It's not that he doesn't understand love; it's just that the long years have long since discarded those useless things, leaving only weighing and calculating.

He may have kept the child initially partly out of curiosity about that vibrant rebellion.

But more than that, it's about examining the potential benefits of his lineage and the unique experience he brings to me.

He believed that this was nothing more than a game he had everything under control.

But he went too far.

The sharp pain he felt just now forced him to confront the truth he had been avoiding.

His heart was out of control.

He actually cared about the child's opinion and was hurt by a rejection in his eyes.

The unfamiliar and weak emotions made him extremely unhappy, but then another obsessive thought sprouted.

They were imbued with his scent and depended on his blood to survive.

Whether the bond is based on pain, desire, or hatred.

It's his anyway.

The next day, the Grand Duke opened his eyes, a glint of gold flashing in his crimson pupils.

He moved his neck, feeling the stiffness from the hangover.

The air still smelled strongly of alcohol. He raised an eyebrow and chuckled softly.

He didn't straighten his slightly open bathrobe, but slowly walked to the bathroom and took a shower.

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Wen Yubai was curled up on the bed in agitation, enduring the burning sensation in his body and suppressing his craving for blood.

Damn.

His ability to control himself was getting shorter and shorter, and he began to seriously suspect that Cedric had drugged him.

Or perhaps, the blood of pure-blooded nobles is itself a kind of poison.

Hearing the door being pushed open, he turned and lunged at it with a sense of self-destructive revenge.

As it had done countless times before, it viciously bit at the other person's neck.

The fangs pierced the skin, and blood rushed into the throat.

Gurgle, gurgle.

His hunger and thirst were relieved, he loosened his teeth, looked up, and met a pair of eyes.

Those eyes were calm and still, like an abyss, carrying a detached air of someone who had long held a high position and looked down upon all living beings.

There was no desire, no mockery, only pure scrutiny.

"Cedric?" Wen Yubai asked hesitantly.

He didn't answer, but simply tilted his head slightly, touched the wound on his neck, and refocused his eyes on Wen Yubai's face.

With graceful movements, she pressed Wen Yubai down again.

"continue."

The commanding tone made Wen Yubai feel as if he were bewitched, unable to muster the slightest thought of resistance.

He only lowered his hands when he was satisfied.

"So this is what it feels like to be sucked blood."

His tone revealed no emotion, only a subtle curiosity.

Wen Yubai's pupils contracted sharply, and the blood in his body seemed to freeze instantly.

A title of respect that exists deep in one's bloodline memory, uttered without hesitation.

"Your Highness?!"

Beria laughed, seemingly unsurprised to be recognized.

He did not deny it, and slowly raised his hand to brush away the bloodstains on Wen Yubai's lips.

"A smart child."

He wasn't truly awake; he was simply jolted awake by a strong and unfamiliar throbbing.

This feeling came from his twin brother.

His usually composed and deep-thinking younger brother was experiencing such intense emotional turmoil.

It's really fun.

So, through Cedric's body, he briefly regained consciousness to see who had stirred up his brother's heart.

He's finished looking at it and he's very satisfied. He wants it.

Beria forcefully planted a kiss on Wen Yubai's neck.

"Good boy, keep silent until I truly awaken."

After saying that, Cedric collapsed.

Wen Yubai showed no intention of accepting the offer.

Seeing that Cedric was still unconscious, he saw this as a good opportunity and immediately opened the door and went out.

The butler stood not far away, holding a tray in his hand. When he saw Wen Yubai, his eyes flashed with surprise, but he looked away and pretended not to see him.

Wen Yubai opened his mouth silently: "Thank you."

The housekeeper watched Wen Yubai disappear down the stairs, and his hand tightened.

He didn't know if it was appropriate to do this.

But the master is addicted to this morbid relationship, and he worries that one day it will ruin the master or the child.

Wen Yubai turned left and right, and finally walked out of the castle.

Surrounded by lush trees, he planned to walk down the mountain.