"Fragile stamina?"
Ouyang’s cheeks flushed crimson as she realized what the Bloodkin Prince implied. Furious, she snatched up Coalball and pinned him before the sofa. Seeing his soft, limp form and drowsy expression, she was too exhausted to speak another word.
Proving who was the submissive one was simple. The Bloodkin Prince—usually nocturnal—made Ouyang realize something vital. Before sunset, Coalball couldn’t unleash his full power. This was the perfect assassination window.
Staring at Coalball’s sleepy face, he had zero interest in teaching. He refused to share more Blood Clan combat skills and decided to nap on the sofa instead.
His indifference infuriated Ouyang. Quietly, she slid her right hand toward him. Her fingertips gently traced down his fluffy, soft chest, finding the tiny, hidden spot. Fiercely, she demanded, "Teach me or not?"
Tit for tat. Just as the Bloodkin Prince had forced her to choose between "husband" or "master," she’d make him feel the same torment. Drawing on her Xiaomo-honed interrogation skills, she reasoned: since he was male, he must have *that*. Fluffy black fur hid Coalball’s special area. She itched to find scissors and snip his miniature pecker off. With Blood Clan healing, it’d cause no real harm. Silently, Ouyang vowed to make him suffer unbearable agony—even if she couldn’t kill him yet, she’d subdue him. The pain of losing his manhood must be repaid by breaking the Bloodkin Prince’s! This would avenge his constant exploitation.
As he grew listless and lowered his guard, Ouyang suddenly saw the Bloodkin Prince wide awake. He stared at her with a soft, reserved smile. "Darling... your initiative surprises me. Let’s continue tonight?" His fluffy black fur showed no change, only excited eyes. His body stretched and contracted eagerly.
Sensing something off, Ouyang felt his limp pecker harden—turning into a miniature enoki mushroom. Terrified, she yanked her hand back, face blazing red. "Holy crap, what’s got you so excited?!" she yelled.
"Satisfied, but not fully," the Bloodkin Prince replied seriously, savoring the moment with lingering delight.
"I should just strangle you." Her complex heart, mixed with a trace of anger, blurted it out.
"Don’t want lessons anymore?" Coalball’s temptation halved her rage. She snorted lightly. "Fine. I’ll deal with you after class."
Coalball perked up slightly on the sofa, summarizing Ouyang’s abilities. "First: in crises, your body bursts with insane jumping power. Second: when angry, you control opponents’ movements. Third: you see absolute fatal points." His earnest, methodical tone made Ouyang glimpse hope within herself.
"Ranking abilities A to D, all three are D-grade." Her joy at his accuracy faded into disappointment over their weakness. The Bloodkin Prince gave a wry smile. "I’m not discouraging you. True power only in crises isn’t a reliable skill. First, master seeing fatal points anytime."
"Fatal points?" Ouyang stared ahead, curious. She knew nothing of her own powers—even killing the werewolf and ghoul was accidental.
"No one’s ever one-hit-killed a ghoul. Anderson hardened his fur during your fight. You only hit his unhealed war wound." Both victories were flukes. Ouyang didn’t understand the white specks she saw. She’d just aimed and won by chance. His blunt words clarified her ability, easing her mind.
"Your third power is unique among Mosterians—and a Blood Clan secret." An ultra-rare gift: seeing any creature’s death, severing life for absolute ends. The Bloodkin Prince felt fiercely envious yet proud. This little Bloodkin was his spouse—forever his alone.
"But seeing fatal weaknesses is useless..." Though flattered by Coalball’s praise, Ouyang craved power to fight armies alone. Seeing weak points meant nothing without strength to reach them.
"Just a weapon and a capable partner solve any trouble. With those, you’re unstoppable." Coalball yawned. "Stay by my side—no one dares bully you. Relax and prepare for pregnancy."
"No way!" Ouyang snapped. Frowning, she stared hard at Coalball. No white particles appeared. "Why can’t I see them on you?"
"One: you’re too weak to see my death point. Two..." He smoothed his fluffy fur, crimson eyes closing drowsily. "You simply don’t want to kill me."
Coalball sank back into sleep. Ouyang stood frozen, hating the Bloodkin Prince to the bone. She desperately wanted him dead. It wasn’t reluctance—she clenched her fists. She lacked power. One day, she’d match him. When she stood before him again...
