What Should I Do After Picking Up the "Dragon Proud Sky" Protagonist as a Pet? (Transmigration) - Chapter 3

The entire forest was shrouded in an eerie, enchanting purple glow. This was the trump card of the Life Race: Soul Grab. When this ability was first activated in the original story, Murphy had used it against a dangerous mirror wraith, stripping away all its resistance and turning it into his puppet.

A hazy purple light, almost tangible, wrapped around the two figures like a piece of delicate, smooth silk. The brilliant radiance flickered like pearls drifting in the deep sea, casting a faint, ambiguous veil over the scene.

Murphy reached out, sensing the soul of the person in his arms struggling beneath his teeth. This beautiful, monstrous entity tightened its grip on Su Feng’s narrow waist. Sharp fangs pierced Su Feng’s neck. While Murphy enjoyed the feast of blood and tribute, he also slowly began to corrode Su Feng’s soul.

From a distance, their figures were inseparable, embracing like lovers. However, beneath this facade was a heart-stopping, life-and-death surge of dark undercurrents.

In Murphy’s cold embrace, Su Feng’s skin had become as cold as frost.

He furrowed his brows tightly. His soul felt like a clump of melting butter, slowly being drained away under the purple light. The speed of this dissolution depended entirely on the strength of Su Feng’s will. His lips grew pale from blood loss and his soul wavered, yet his will refused to yield.

He met Murphy’s purple eyes and saw his own reflection: pale, drenched in sweat, and haggard. Yet, Su Feng’s gaze remained bright. In contrast, while Murphy appeared dominant, he was actually severely injured and on the verge of collapse.

Su Feng began to feel relieved that he was the only one who had stayed behind. Had anyone else been here—even his sister—they would likely have already fallen as a servant to this man, turning into an enemy in an instant.

Murphy’s throat moved as he swallowed. He felt Su Feng’s soul on the brink of submission. The man in his arms was weary and fading, yet an immovable core remained at his center. Simultaneously, the injuries on Murphy’s body began to induce a crushing sense of exhaustion. Both were walking a tightrope; the first to fall would lose this contest.

Neither Murphy nor Su Feng was willing to take a step back. They stared straight at each other. This was perhaps the only time in their lives they would ever embrace a stranger’s body with such intensity. Murphy’s hand pressed against Su Feng’s waist, and his gaze suddenly turned tender.

“You are tired,” Murphy said.

Murphy slowly pulled his lips away. His eyes shifted; the whites turned pitch black, and his pupils changed from purple to white, looking like drops of mercury rolling in thick, dark water. Murphy reached out to caress Su Feng’s face. His voice turned deep and low, tenderly calling out the man’s name as if calling to a long-lost lover.

His lips were still stained with Su Feng’s blood, yet he whispered, “Su Feng, stop resisting. Rest well.”

The voice drifted into his ears, causing Su Feng’s thoughts to waver. In such a state, those gentle whispers created a false sense of intimacy. Beneath Murphy’s palm, Su Feng’s cheek was as cold as moonlight, but he gritted his teeth and shook his head.

Murphy sighed softly. From Su Feng’s eyes, he saw the man’s persistence. The human was holding on for dear life; the moment the ability dissipated, Murphy would face Su Feng’s counterattack.

Murphy’s fingers tapped lightly. He narrowed his eyes and changed his approach. Swallowing a mouthful of warm blood that had gathered in his throat, he savored the taste. Then, he licked the blood from his own wound, leaned down, and gently kissed Su Feng’s lips.

Su Feng’s eyes widened. His body was stiff, and he was startled by the sudden action. Their breaths intertwined, intimate and close. Despite Su Feng’s resistance, the other party used a gentle but irresistible force to part his lips, transferring his own blood over.

Murphy held Su Feng’s tongue, kissing him softly as his eyes narrowed. He covered Su Feng’s mouth, giving a quiet “shh” and forcing him to swallow.

“What are you doing?” Su Feng asked.

The surrounding purple light gradually faded. Su Feng had endured the most difficult moment, and his body finally regained some strength. The first thing he did—having just been held obediently in Murphy’s arms—was reach out to push the man away violently.

“Answer me!” Su Feng shouted.

He drew the long blade from his waist, ready to turn hostile, but a strange metallic taste surged in his throat. Murphy had drunk his blood and fed Su Feng his own in return. A connection seemed to form between them. Murphy murmured something under his breath, a phrase that sounded like a painful, ear-piercing incantation. Amidst the whispering, the way Murphy looked at him made Su Feng’s skin crawl. Just as Su Feng reached his breaking point, Murphy finally finished the long incantation. Su Feng only managed to catch the final words: “Blood Pact.”

Su Feng broke out in goosebumps.

Between Su Feng and Murphy, a forming chain wound around them, surrounding them completely. The pact linked their blood and souls. Su Feng felt the power of the contract taking shape within his body. However, no matter what kind of pact it was, it required his consent to solidify. Murphy clearly knew this. In the moment before the eye on his forehead vanished, those heterochromatic eyes landed on Su Feng. Murphy looked at him, smiling as he pinched Su Feng’s chin.

“Say you are willing,” Murphy said. “You are willing.”

I cannot, Su Feng thought.

Su Feng gritted his teeth hard, a trace of moisture seeping from the corners of his eyes. Murphy simply looked down at him, taking in his disheveled state. That gaze remained tender, but it only made Su Feng feel cold. A moment later, a faint smile appeared on Murphy’s face as he praised Su Feng, “So obedient.”

Su Feng looked down in disbelief, discovering that the mark of a Blood Pact had appeared on his wrist at some unknown point. His vision went dark as the power of the contract surged. It did not immediately turn Su Feng into Murphy’s puppet. Instead, it hovered between them, seemingly searching for a balance.

Su Feng looked at Murphy, and Murphy looked at Su Feng.

The scales in the air swayed precariously. The two engaged in an indescribable contest once more. The Blood Pact had been cast, but it had not yet taken effect, as it was weighing and comparing the power gap between the two sides.

Su Feng stared at the protagonist without blinking, his palms sweating.

The scales swayed back and forth. The dark purple light belonging to Murphy tried to erode the pale gold light representing Su Feng. However, due to his severe injuries, Murphy’s light appeared withered and retreated steadily, eventually forced back into his body.

The scales tipped toward Su Feng, as if this contest had decided who would be the Master of the Blood Pact.

The blackness faded from Murphy’s eyes, and they returned to purple. He looked at Su Feng, a flash of shock appearing in his gaze. It seemed as though this was the first time he had ever shown such an expression. Murphy’s lips parted slightly as he looked at Su Feng in disbelief.

“How is this possible?” Murphy asked.

Su Feng said nothing. He was confused.

With a soft sound, the dangerous man suddenly reverted to his original form. A plump, soft, and pitiful large moth lay on the ground. It was covered in fluff, its body like a large puff of black marshmallow. It fluttered its wings, buzzing at Su Feng.

Su Feng’s face was covered in cold sweat. He had not yet recovered from the heart-pounding moments prior. Looking at the moth, he suddenly noticed the creature was acting in a pleasing manner. A layer of light shimmered over its eyes as it fluttered its wings toward him, pleading.

It looked as helpless and pitiful as a small pet, wiggling its body and flapping its wings while crying out to him mournfully. In its original form, the moth possessed only a blurred intelligence, acting more on instinct.

Looking at it now, and connecting the dots of everything that had just happened along with the feedback from the pact, a flash of realization hit Su Feng regarding the current situation. The dangerous, overbearing protagonist who had been so irresistible just moments ago had now become his servant and pet.

Su Feng took a step back. He watched the scene in shock. Between the initial terror and the current reality, amidst a million tangled thoughts, he could only manage a belated, “Huh?”

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