Whoever Falls in Love First is the Dog - Chapter 49

Chapter 49: The Vampire Queen and Her Loyal Dog

There’s a rumor that the vampire queen has a pair of sapphire-blue eyes—seductively beautiful—but hardly anyone has actually seen them.

Chen Yanxing slowly draped a black veil over Shen Mengke’s eyes, dimming most of the light. Through the lace, Shen Mengke glimpsed her pure blue eyes hidden in the darkness. She pursed her lips and tilted her head slightly, looking at Chen Yanxing in the mirror behind her.

“They all say you’re my dog. Are you?” Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper—smooth as flowing water, gentle yet deliciously commanding. When it reached Chen Yanxing’s heart, it struck like a stone, stirring waves of emotion.

Chen Yanxing’s breath hitched. She raised her head and met the reflection in the mirror. “If you say I am, then I am.”

Shen Mengke let out a quiet laugh and remained silent. She raised her hand, touching the veil across her eyes from left to right. Ordinary vampires fear light and typically operate at night—but Shen Mengke was not ordinary. She was the queen—highest-ranking, most powerful… in the entire vampire clan.

To the outside world, the queen was sick and couldn’t expose her eyes to light. Internally, however… Chen Yanxing’s hand reached around from behind and caught Shen Mengke’s hand as it moved across the veil.

Shen Mengke pursed her lips and struggled quietly, but couldn’t break free—so she soon stopped resisting and let her hold her hand.

Leaning in, Chen Yanxing sniffed her neck and frowned. “What’s that smell? You never wear perfume. Is this from some fox spirit?”

Shen Mengke chuckled softly and teased, “Dog, huh?”

She pulled her hand free, tilted her head, and avoided Chen Yanxing’s kiss. Through the veil, she looked in the mirror and asked calmly, “Did the Knight return early, just to help me change?”

The more Shen Mengke tried to forbid Chen Yanxing, the more determined she became. Fixated on her parted lips in the mirror, Chen Yanxing ignored what Shen Mengke said. She grabbed her chin, forced her face around, and kissed her deeply.

Shen Mengke frowned slightly but didn’t resist too fiercely. She even tilted her head upward, yielding to her demands. As their lips entwined and desire flared, Shen Mengke suddenly felt a sharp pain.

Chen Yanxing had bitten her lip. Vampire teeth were sharp—one gentle bite and Shen Mengke’s lip bled. She grimaced and tried to push away, but Chen Yanxing gripped the back of her neck with her other hand, deepening the kiss.

A flash of anger crossed Shen Mengke’s eyes. Before she could act, Chen Yanxing abruptly released her. She stood upright, delicately wiped the bl00d from her lip, and licked the wound with her tongue. Looking down, she smiled at Shen Mengke.

Shen Mengke turned to the mirror, cleaning away the bl00d silently. “They were right. What’s the difference between this? Like a dog marking territory.”

Chen Yanxing paid no mind to how others saw her. She slowly moved behind Shen Mengke, planted her hands on the vanity in front of her, and leaned in to trap Shen Mengke within her closeness. She lowered her head, breathing near Shen Mengke’s ear as she spoke:

“Mission accomplished. Aren’t you supposed to come and be affectionate with the admirers staying behind?” Her hand brushed Shen Mengke’s cheek, then firmly stroked her lips. “They told me you dined with a bl00d guard last night. I rushed back—maybe to catch you cheating.”

Shen Mengke flinched from the painful touch and slapped Chen Yanxing’s hand away. Her gaze flicked to a short silver dagger by the mirror—a ceremonial blade known within the vampiric realm. The Queen owned a finely crafted silver dagger used to punish disloyal vampires.

Chen Yanxing followed her gaze. She smiled, released her grasp, and walked over to retrieve the dagger. Then she held it with both hands and knelt before Shen Mengke.

“Your Majesty, do you wish to punish me?”

Her tone lacked the trembling reverence of others. Instead, she looked up, challenging Shen Mengke’s composure.

Shen Mengke’s eyes traveled from her face to the smirk on her lips, then to the dagger glinting in lamplight. She snorted and refused to take the blade. Instead, she rose and walked out of the chamber. Chen Yanxing immediately stood, holding the dagger for her, and followed.

No one dared defy the Queen—unless you were Chen Yanxing. Everyone knew that Chen Yanxing had always stood by the Queen’s side when she seized the throne by force. No one wondered anymore where Shen Mengke came from or which clan she belonged to. The only thing they knew: her first act upon ascending brought sweeping victories over humanity.

The vampire nobles, casting aside all diplomacy, hailed her as ruler. Shen Mengke, a human queen, was the ultimate secret.

In the dimness, Chen Yanxing leaned in the corner, arms folded, shadow-like, yet her eyes never left Shen Mengke. She had no illusions about Shen Mengke’s origins—only that Shen Mengke was an immortal human. She wielded power ruthlessly, treating allies and foes alike as pawns.

Even Chen Yanxing could not defy her—because no one could kill Shen Mengke.

In the council chamber, everyone had long since departed. Chen Yanxing looked up to see Shen Mengke staring at her. Even behind the blackout veil, she sensed the unwavering gaze.

Shen Mengke held a glass of red wine, swirling it—bloodlike, yet subtly different. “What are you thinking?” she asked.

Chen Yanxing stared at the wine in the glass before letting her eyes drift to Shen Mengke’s exposed neck. Pale and delicate, it looked breakable—yet beneath that skin pulse the vivid red of life. She swallowed and said, “I was thinking about our first meeting.”

Shen Mengke paused, looked at her with mild curiosity, and smirked before beckoning. “Come here,” she said.

Chen Yanxing stepped out of the shadows to stand before her. Shen Mengke looked up slightly, frowning—though partly hidden by the veil. “You’re too tall.”

Chen Yanxing half-kneeled. Shen Mengke’s half-sipped glass of wine was brought to her lips, and she drank the residue in one go. Wine dribbled from her mouth, over her neck and onto her clothing. Shen Mengke bent down to tenderly lick it off. The warmth sent a thrill through Chen Yanxing, who looked at her in dazzled surprise.

Shen Mengke smiled and brushed a thumb across her trembling lips, softly calling, “Good girl.”

Those words—good girl—were how she addressed Chen Yanxing when they first met, when she was only seven.

Chen Yanxing was of mixed bl00d, born of a vampire father and human mother, both of whom she never saw—supposedly dead.

She was an orphan, rejected by both races. Fortunately, a borderland orphanage welcomed her, full of pureblood vampires, humans, and mixed bl00d like her. The kind director—a human woman in her forties—took her in.

But war came. When Chen Yanxing was seven, the orphanage was destroyed. Amid the ruins, she met Shen Mengke—already the same as she is now.

Shen Mengke sat high on debris, looking down at her. The sky above was black, distant artillery roared—but around them was a silence that felt otherworldly.

The woman extended her hand. “I need a loyal follower. Will you come with me?”

Chen Yanxing nodded. Back then, nodding was all she could do.

Shen Mengke smiled. “Good girl.”

Shen Mengke clicked her tongue, drawing Chen Yanxing’s drifting thoughts back. The emptied wineglass clattered onto the table. They looked at each other in silence.

Shen Mengke had countless loyal followers drawn by advantage—but true loyalty? Only Chen Yanxing could offer that. It was a consensus among everyone close to Shen Mengke: loyal, unbreakable loyalty.

No one believed Chen Yanxing would betray Shen Mengke. But why? That remained unknown.

Only two lamps beside the throne shone in the darkness. Shen Mengke sat in the light, lofty. Chen Yanxing knelt before her, receiving the Queen’s questionable grace.

Shen Mengke’s wrist had been cut. Bl00d trickled into Chen Yanxing’s mouth. She watched Chen Yanxing drink with a slight fondness.

Finally, melded in this dark communion, Chen Yanxing tugged Shen Mengke’s arm, drawing it closer. Her sharp teeth pierced the skin, and hot bl00d gushed into her mouth.

Shen Mengke let out a soft hum and briefly removed the veil from her eyes—but she said nothing, gently letting the hand slip away.

When Chen Yanxing regained her sight, she looked up into Shen Mengke’s eyes—knowing she was being watched. Hunger returned. Slowly drawing out the embedded fangs, she licked the bl00d beads from the wound. Fixing her gaze on her lips, she rose.

In the throne room, where the Queen receives homage, Chen Yanxing suddenly lunged at her and ripped the veil away. The sapphire-blue eyes were revealed to the light. Instinctively, Shen Mengke frowned and tried to shield herself, but Chen Yanxing held her chin, forcing her to maintain eye contact. She leaned in and kissed her again.

The moment their lips met, that fleeting annoyance vanished. Shen Mengke, having watched Chen Yanxing grow, always granted her room—even when Chen Yanxing took more than given. She extinguished the lamp, letting her hand slip to Chen Yanxing’s waist.

Chen Yanxing—a ravenous wolf cub—once unleashed, was unstoppable. Kissing alone was insufficient now.

Her fangs sank into the Queen’s neck. She pressed herself against Shen Mengke, feeding on her bl00d. Shen Mengke hummed and tightened her grip around her waist, holding her closer.

To outsiders, they might look peaceful—like lovers entwined—but only they knew it was an exchange filled with pain and bl00d.

They slipped from the throne down to the thick-carpeted floor of the throne room. Bl00d and torn fabric lay scattered, even diamonds from the crown were missing.

The torn veil twisted in Shen Mengke’s hand. Chen Yanxing hovered over her, gently tracing her eyes and whispered, “You belong only to me. Don’t even think of others.”

Shen Mengke only smiled. She said nothing more—just kissed her.