"Are you feeling unwell, Professor?"
Luo Wei worriedly touched her forehead. "Should I give you a massage?"
Evelyn sat up, waving him off with a look of disdain. "No way! The moment you start, your hands will wander where they shouldn't!"
As she abruptly sat up, her ample chest swayed slightly with the movement. Luo Wei sneakily glanced in that direction, his expression tinged with regret.
"Fine, no massage then..."
Evelyn immediately saw through his lecherous thoughts and narrowed her eyes teasingly.
"Luo Wei? Do you really like my chest that much?"
Luo Wei nodded honestly, his gaze now openly fixed on the voluptuous curves beneath her loose loungewear, admiring them without shame.
Even in the oversized home clothes, the swell of her bust was unmistakable, the alluring silhouette sparking vivid imaginations of what lay beneath.
Evelyn hadn’t expected him to admit it so bluntly. She rolled her eyes in exasperation.
"Hah, you little pervert! I remember back when we first met, you were always sneaking peeks at my chest!"
"Wait, you knew?" Luo Wei stared at her. "I thought you were too busy dragging me around as your blood thrall back then."
"Your eyes were practically burning holes through me! Only an idiot wouldn’t notice!" Evelyn huffed, then leaned in with a mischievous grin. "Since you like them so much, do you want a closer look today?"
Luo Wei perked up instantly. "Yes! Absolutely!"
Evelyn giggled and whispered by his ear, "Not a chance!"
With that, she stood up, pretending to reach for her coat in the living room. "Mmm~ It’s getting late. I still have paperwork to finish. Let’s head out~"
But before she could take a single step, Luo Wei pinned her down onto the sofa.
"Trying to leave?" He glared at her fiercely. "You got me all worked up, and now you think you can just walk away?"
"Got you worked up?" Evelyn blinked in confusion. "Who did?"
"You’ll find out soon enough." Luo Wei smirked.
Evelyn studied him for a moment before realization dawned, her cheeks flushing pink.
She squirmed in his grip. "Luo Wei, you’re holding too tight... Ease up a little. I was just teasing... I’m not really leaving."
Luo Wei loosened his hold slightly, and Evelyn immediately sat up, rubbing her slender wrist with a pout.
"Honestly, what’s the rush? Did you really think I brought you here just to admire the lake outside...?"
"The lake’s got nothing on you, Professor." Luo Wei’s gaze burned into her, growing more intense by the second.
"Oh?" Evelyn’s face reddened further as she leaned in again, inhaling the scent of his neck. "You’re not so bad yourself, Luo Wei... Today, I finally get to devour you..."
Feeling the pulse of his veins and the rush of blood beneath his skin, her breathing grew uneven.
"Professor..."
Luo Wei suddenly had the distinct feeling she was about to take a literal bite out of him—this "devouring" might not be metaphorical.
And then she did.
Luo Wei winced, pressing a hand to the fresh mark on his neck, and shot her an annoyed look. Evelyn burst into laughter.
"I’ve wanted to do that for ages! Luo Wei, you have no idea how much self-control it takes for a vampire to resist such a delicious treat parading in front of her every day!"
Luo Wei snorted and lunged straight for his target. "Well, do you know how much self-control it takes when you strut around the manor without wearing anything underneath?!"
His voice muffled as his face sank into her soft curves, "Hah! Now it’s my turn to feast!"
Evelyn squirmed and giggled, rolling around with Luo Wei on the sofa in a playful tangle.
"Wait! Hold on!"
"We should shower first! I’ve been stuck reviewing ledgers all night—I’m all sweaty! Luo Wei! Are you even listening?!"
Luo Wei lifted his head and sniffed. "Sweaty? You smell amazing."
"Liar!" He buried his face again. "Carry on!"
"No!!"
Evelyn shoved him away with effort, pursing her lips. "Shower! First!"
Luo Wei, still burning with frustration, sighed in defeat. "Fine."
Evelyn grinned and stretched out her arms. "Professor’s too tired to walk. Carry me."
Obliging, Luo Wei scooped her up bridal-style, and Evelyn happily looped her arms around his neck, directing him.
"Upstairs~"
"Yep, last room on the right."
"Need to heat the water first~"
"Hey—wait! Why aren’t you leaving?"
Luo Wei smirked devilishly, and with a loud thud, he slammed the bathroom door shut behind them.
"Because we’re doing this together!!"
...
Happy times never last long. On a clear, sunny day during their second week at Thornflower Castle, Luo Wei bid farewell to Helena and the rest of the Abraham family.
"Helena..." Emily rushed over, hugging her tightly. "You have to come back and visit! It’ll be so boring here without you!"
Having finally found a kindred spirit her own "age" after so many years, Emily—now experiencing the pangs of separation for the first time in her long life—clung to her friend.
"Don’t worry! I’ll visit!" Helena grinned. "Besides, you can always come to Saint Callen too! You know where I live, right?"
"Oh..." Emily glanced hesitantly at her mother. "But Mother doesn’t let me leave the estate much..."
"Dummy!" Helena flicked her forehead, then nodded toward Evelyn. "Who’s in charge of your family now?"
"Oh!" Emily’s face brightened. "I can ask Sister Evelyn! She’d never say no. Hmm... Actually, she might even sneak out herself to see you all~"
Her gaze then slid to Luo Wei beside Helena, and she whispered mischievously, "Hope by next time, you’ve finally conquered your brother! Hehe!"
Helena’s cheeks flushed, but she answered without hesitation, "Obviously! Don’t underestimate me!"
Emily nodded approvingly, like a wise mentor. "Good! That’s the spirit. Don’t disappoint your teacher!"
While the two chattered away, Luo Wei exchanged parting words with Monica and Joe.
"So you’re using teleportation for the return trip? In that case, we won’t prepare a carriage," Monica said.
Joe stepped forward, regarding Luo Wei—a powerful ally with deep ties to their family—with respect. "We owe you for everything. The Abraham family is in your debt. Safe travels."
Luo Wei chuckled, eyeing the vampires gathered at the castle gates. "Who knows? We might call in that favor sooner than you think."
As they said their goodbyes, the Duchess suddenly fixed him with a piercing gaze and asked abruptly:
"That... Luo Wei, are you really sure you don’t have any brothers? Don’t get me wrong, I’m just curious..."
Luo Wei stared wordlessly at the Duchess, whose private life was notoriously scandalous. "No."
"Oh..." The Duchess finally sighed in disappointment.
Monica glanced at Luo Wei and nudged Evelyn lightly. "Aren’t you going to say anything? Your sweetheart is leaving, and you’re just standing there silent?"
"Everything that needed to be said has already been said..." Evelyn shook her head. "It’s not like he’s never coming back. What’s the point of making a fuss?"
Taking in her composed and indifferent expression, Monica smirked in disbelief, whispering teasingly, "That’s what your mouth says, but I bet your heart is already on the verge of shedding a few little tears~"
"Who said that!" Evelyn huffed, her face instantly adopting the dignified bearing of a noble matriarch.
Yet that facade crumbled the moment Luo Wei stepped forward and pulled her into an embrace.
"Teacher, I already miss you."
Holding her tightly, Luo Wei left Evelyn enveloped in the warmth of his arms. Her eyes shimmered faintly as she smiled, soft yet resigned.
"How embarrassing... with so many people watching..."
Luo Wei lifted his head and winked at her. "See you next time."
Reluctantly releasing him, Evelyn watched his retreating figure with a deep, lingering gaze.
"See you next time."
Luo Wei and Helena stepped into the teleportation array Tilis had prepared in advance. A ghostly blue magical glow flared to life around them.
[Chapter Four: The Vampire’s Feast]
[Quest Complete. Chapter Concluded.]

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!