I am a pureblood human, adopted by a family of vampire nobles. I thought I was destined to become their walking, breathing blood bank. Who knew the Duke and Duchess were obsessively doting parents, and my newly minted adopted brother would be head over heels for me? Overnight, I reached the absolute peak of my life. 1. Humans and vampires had been at war for over two hundred years before finally signing a truce. To show their sincerity, the human leaders decided to send someone over to be adopted by the Vampire Duke's family. And the unlucky bastard chosen for the job was me. During the two centuries of war against vampires, humanity had genetically modified and evolved themselves to survive. I, however, was one of the very few remaining "pureblood" humans. As a pureblood, I couldn't fight my way out of a paper bag. My combat power was a flat zero. In the old days, I would have been considered utterly useless. Nowadays? With a twist of fate, I was treated like a rare, endangered mascot. I had no right to refuse. I was packed up overnight and shipped off to the castle of Duke Dracula. Before I left, a kindly-looking old government official patted my shoulder with a smile. "Kid, you've seen spy movies, right? We don't need you to do anything crazy. Just observe them and see if they actually intend to keep the truce." I focused my mind and instantly heard his inner thoughts. [The girl is definitely pretty, but she doesn't look too bright. I really hope she doesn't mess this up.] I sneered internally. Surprise, old man. I might be a weak, delicate pureblood human, but I had my own cheat code—telepathy. Otherwise, going into vampire territory completely alone would be no different from throwing a sheep into a wolf's den. 2. I finally met the Duke's family. It was nothing like the creepy human folk songs from two hundred years ago. The Dracula Castle wasn't dark or desolate at all; it was lavish, opulent, and brilliantly lit. The butler wasn't a talking pig, there were no fat witches riding broomsticks, and no creepy black cats smiling from the shadows. I have to admit, the vampire race was blessed with absurdly good genes. They were breathtaking. The Duke was noble and handsome, and the Duchess was stunningly beautiful. Their only son, Wyatt, was exceptionally striking. He had deep, dark eyes, pale marble skin, and blood-red lips. Despite having such vivid, intense features, his overall aura was incredibly cold and untouchable. They threw a massive welcome banquet in my honor. At the party, the Duke proudly announced my adoption, officially declaring me the very first Human Princess of the vampire race. The entire banquet was livestreamed, instantly blowing up the internet and trending worldwide. Before coming here, I was terrified I'd just be a walking blood bank for the Dracula family. So, when they invited me to sit down for dinner, I was trembling like a leaf. The Duchess's eyes sparkled as she smiled warmly. "Don't be afraid, sweetheart. The noble House of Dracula gave up drinking human blood a long time ago. Besides, you are my daughter now." [She's so cute! A cute little human like this... I could kiss ten of her to death!] Me: ??? The Duke patiently comforted me. "Rest assured, darling, we will never hurt you." His dark green eyes shimmered as he gazed at me with overwhelming tenderness. [She seems to lack a sense of security. Should I go kidnap a few more humans to keep her company? Wyatt won't do; he walks around with a deadpan face all day, he's too boring.] [Come to think of it, I haven't raised a child in centuries. What do kids even like these days? Whatever my baby wants, I'll buy it for her.] I was completely blown away by the wind. So, the legendary, ruthless, and bloodthirsty Duke and Duchess... were actually obsessive, doting parents?! When it was time to take our seats, I chose to sit next to Wyatt. At least my new brother seemed a bit more like a "normal" person. He remained entirely expressionless and indifferent to me sitting so close. His brows were slightly furrowed, and he didn't say a single word. He looked the definition of aloof. I hesitated for a second, then gently tugged at his sleeve and gave him a friendly smile. "Brother." To my shock, Wyatt reacted violently. He stood up abruptly, shaking off my hand. "Let go!" I was so startled I almost cried. A flash of regret crossed Wyatt's eyes. [Is my sister going to cry? Damn it, I didn't mean to do that.] [Her eyes are so pretty. Red and misty, like a fragile little bunny.] [She smells so incredibly good.] [No, I have to restrain myself. I can't scare her.] As his inner thoughts popped into my head one after another, the corners of his eyes flushed pink, and a faint blush spread across his cold, pale cheeks. Meanwhile, my own face grew paler and paler. Help me! What kind of bizarre family had I just walked into?! 3. The dinner ended with Wyatt leaving the table early, and the Duke and Duchess showering me with endless comfort. That night, I lay in the gorgeous princess room the Duchess had prepared for me, tossing and turning. Unable to sleep, I eventually got up, planning to sneak down to the kitchen for a midnight snack. The moment I stepped out into the hallway, a hand shot out and violently yanked me into the adjacent room. My dear brother pinned me against the wall. His hair was damp with sweat, his face heavily flushed, and his dark eyes were misty, staring down at me with an intense, heated gaze. He looked... like a delicious, molten chocolate lava cake. I gulped uselessly. "Brother, what's wrong? Are you sick?" He buried his face in the crook of my neck. His heavy breathing brushed against my skin, sending a tingling numbness down my spine. When he spoke, his tone was still fierce and cold: "Shut up." [What do I do? I love my sister too much.] Well, then... After the mental bombardment at dinner, I was already immune to this. Was my brother's inner monologue just permanently set to "embarrassingly affectionate"? The contrast between his outward behavior and his inner thoughts was way too extreme. Classic case of a guy whose mouth says no, but whose body says yes. Certain that he had no intention of hurting me, my anxiety dropped by half. I obediently acted as a human body pillow, staying perfectly still and letting him hold me. As a result, my brain was flooded with his thoughts, scrolling like a live chat feed. [Am I holding her for too long? Is this a bit weird?] [But it's just so hard to push her away...] [House Dracula gave up human blood ages ago. Why am I feeling like this...] Suddenly, I felt something sharp pressing against the side of my neck. It felt like two conflicting emotions—restraint and aggression—were fighting a war inside him. I suddenly realized what it was. Those were the sharp fangs of a vampire. Instantly, my blood ran cold. [She is... so intoxicating.] [She seems to be shivering. Is it because she's scared?] [Enough, Wyatt. Stop it right now!] Wyatt finally let go of me. I breathed a massive sigh of relief. The very next second, with a wave of his hand, I was swept right out the door. Bang! The door slammed shut behind me. I felt like I had literally taken flight, landing dizzily back in the hallway. My head was spinning. Once I calmed down, I analyzed the situation. Even though his confusing actions were rude and impatient, I was completely unharmed. He probably... wouldn't hurt me, right? 4. The next morning, I went downstairs. The Duke and Duchess weren't around, and neither was Wyatt. The butler approached me with a polite, professional smile. "Princess, the Duke and Duchess are still resting. They instructed me to have you eat breakfast first, and then Prince Wyatt will take you to school." I looked at the butler's warm smile, nodded gently, and pretended I couldn't hear his inner monologue. [What on earth is the Duke thinking? Prince Wyatt can hardly be described as friendly toward the Princess.] The maids brought out over a dozen different American-style breakfast dishes. Pancakes, crispy bacon, scrambled eggs, golden hash browns, avocado toast, and blueberry muffins... they had everything. I was amazed. These were the kinds of real, traditional foods I had only read about in the human historical archives. Ever since humans underwent genetic evolution and became obsessed with strength, nobody cared about actual food anymore. Most humans survived on nutrient paste just to maintain bodily functions. Only aristocrats cooked real meals daily as a symbol of their wealth and status. Back home, I obviously wasn't qualified to eat stuff like this. But I was a pureblood human. That disgusting nutrient paste tasted like literal poison to me. Sitting at the table, I finally felt a genuine sense of gratitude that my fate had changed. Just as I was aggressively stuffing my face with a blueberry muffin, Wyatt slowly walked down the stairs wearing his school uniform. I took one look at him and almost burst out laughing. The uniform was tailored to perfection, crisp and sharp, giving him the ultimate aura of a noble aristocratic heir... Assuming, of course, you ignored the weird mask strapped to his face. I bit my lip to hold back my laughter and stole another two glances at him. His eyes and brows were still beautiful, but the thing covering his mouth... was that seriously not a dog's anti-bite muzzle? Right then, I heard Wyatt's inner voice. [Does this anti-bite mask look weird?] [But this is already the coolest-looking one they had!] [Why does my sister keep staring at me?] [She looks like... she really wants to laugh?] I couldn't hold it in anymore. I let out a loud snort of laughter. Good lord, it actually was an anti-bite muzzle. 5. Because of my untimely laughter, Wyatt was as cold as a block of ice for the entire car ride to school, refusing to give me a single pleasant look. But I wasn't afraid of him at all anymore. He was so scared of losing control and hurting me that he voluntarily strapped an ugly, bizarre muzzle to his own face. Wyatt was exactly like a hedgehog. His back was covered in sharp spikes, but if you flipped him over, his belly was soft, white, and completely harmless. I could feel the gentle warmth hiding beneath his icy exterior. The butler, perhaps afraid we might actually fight, rode in the car with us. Throughout the ride, I relied entirely on the butler to educate me on everything I needed to know. "St. Jude's Academy is the most elite aristocratic school in the vampire community. The students are all sons and daughters of high-ranking officials and nobles. However, Your Highness, you outrank them all." The highest leader of the vampire race was the Duke; they had no king or queen. That was why the butler said I was the most prestigious student there. "There are magical wards placed over the campus. All vampire abilities are neutralized on school grounds, so you don't need to worry about them using powers to hurt you." Thanks to the butler's enthusiastic and detailed introduction, I learned everything I needed to know. St. Jude's was a comprehensive academy combining middle school, high school, and university. It had produced countless top-tier geniuses across every industry in vampire society. Before I was sent here, I was a freshman at a human art college. I just had to continue my major here. I had heard that St. Jude's had produced historically famous artists. Getting to study here was definitely me marrying up in life. Wyatt was in the medical school. He was their top genius student and was close to graduating. Thinking about this, I glanced over at him. My eyes naturally fell to the hands resting lightly on his lap. Pale, slender, with distinct knuckles. Hands that pretty were definitely suited for holding a scalpel. Sensing my gaze, Wyatt's expression grew even colder, and he turned his head to stare out the window. But his fingers unconsciously curled into fists. [Damn it, why did Merlin have to bring me up?] [Will my sister think I told him to brag about me on purpose?] Help me. I wanted to laugh again. 6. Once we arrived at the school, Wyatt gave me a haughty, icy warning: "Behave yourself. Don't cause trouble!" [I already warned all the old geezers on the board. She shouldn't run into any trouble, right?] I flashed him a brilliant, sweet smile. "Okay, brother." Wyatt frantically averted his eyes. His pale, jade-like earlobes flushed crimson. He turned around with a blank face and practically fled the scene. [My sister is... s-so cute.] The butler smiled and handed me my backpack. "You can head in now, Your Highness. I can only escort you this far." I tilted my head, my eyes curving into happy crescents. "Thank you, Uncle Merlin." The butler's eyes lit up. "Just Merlin is perfectly fine, Your Highness." [No wonder the Duke and Duchess adore Her Highness so much. What a good kid.] I grabbed my bag and walked onto campus. Every step I took resulted in a 100% head-turning rate. I could hear their inner thoughts constantly. [Oh my god, is that a human?] [Is that Princess Chloe? I watched the livestream, she really looks like that!] [Does someone like her really deserve to be Prince Wyatt's sister?] ... For a moment, it felt like tens of thousands of flies were buzzing in my ears. I couldn't take it anymore, so I mentally blocked out their voices. My telepathy was controllable, like a switch. If I didn't want to hear someone's thoughts, I could just turn it off. Otherwise, I would have been driven insane a long time ago. The principal personally welcomed me, escorted me to my classroom, gave me a few words of advice, and left. With a polite smile, I introduced myself to the class. "My name is Chloe, I'm 19, and I live at the Dracula Castle." A sneer echoed from the crowd. A blonde, blue-eyed girl stood up, looking at me with pure disdain. "Are all human women as ugly as you?" 7. The classroom went dead silent for a second. Then, the entire room erupted in mocking laughter. Everyone stared at me with varying degrees of ridicule, coldness, or contempt. Vampires, male or female, were naturally pale, gorgeous, with long legs. It was their racial trait. But I wasn't exactly bad-looking either. I had classic almond eyes, big and round. Even if I couldn't compare to their supernatural, physics-defying beauty, I hardly deserved to be called ugly, right? I gritted my teeth. I endured it. This was vampire territory. Why would they ever submit to a fake human princess? I had anticipated this kind of reception before I even arrived and mentally prepared myself for it. Sticking to my "don't cause trouble" principle, I just smiled and didn't say a word. But the blonde girl wasn't going to let me off the hook. She walked right up to me and yanked my hair. "Hey, ugly freak. Roll back to your human territory, or sooner or later, I'll suck your blood dry!" Screw this. I can't take it anymore. I threw down with her. We brawled until the teacher rushed in and pulled us apart. Just like in human schools, fighting meant they had to call your parents. And my "parent"... was Wyatt. The teacher didn't dare disturb the Duke and Duchess, so they called Wyatt over. I stood in front of him, hair a messy bird's nest, hanging my head in shame. He had just warned me not to cause trouble, and five minutes later, I was fist-fighting a classmate. Why couldn't I just hold it in?! Wyatt furrowed his brows deeply, his dark eyes scanning me up and down. He turned to the teacher, his voice chilling to the bone: "What exactly happened here?" I really couldn't grasp his actual mood. So, I sneakily turned on my cheat code to hear his thoughts. [Is the Sinclair family tired of living?! Turning my cute, pretty sister into a scruffy little mud pie!] I had been feeling pretty wronged and upset a second ago.
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