18: 18.

Sounds had also fallen silent.

Apart from the sound of their two heartbeats and heavy breathing, there was nothing else.

Locke Galahad had initially thought nothing of it.

But as the other person kept touching him, his consciousness began to sink, and even his breathing grew increasingly rapid in time with Erica's movements.

In a daze, he seemed to see the Erica before him transform into the mysterious white-haired woman he had seen in his dreams.

"Who exactly are you?" a muddled Locke Galahad asked Erica, who was pressing down on top of him.

Erica lifted her head, and Locke Galahad noticed that her eyes had turned completely pink, as if she had been bewitched by some entity, clearly having lost her own consciousness.

Faced with Locke Galahad's question, Erica, who had become a different person, naturally could not answer.

She merely extended her moist tongue, licked the corner of her lips, then opened her mouth, revealing an extremely seductive expression before pressing down on him.

A pair of full, luscious red lips grew increasingly large in Locke Galahad's eyes.

"Something is wrong."

When he noticed Erica's eyes, Locke Galahad had also been dazed for a moment, but he finally realized something was amiss and immediately recovered from that groggy, bewitched state.

"Erica, stop."

Locke Galahad then reached out, wanting to push away the Erica who had lost her self-awareness, only to find that he couldn't muster any strength in his hands.

It was as if he had been drugged, leaving him without the slightest ability to resist.

"Damn it, what exactly is going on? Have I been schemed against?"

Locke Galahad didn't understand why he had suddenly become so powerless.

After waking up in this room, he had been very cautious and hadn't eaten anything, yet he hadn't expected to still fall into a trap.

It seemed he had been influenced by some mysterious power.

Otherwise, given their constitutions as Vampires, they shouldn't have been caught off guard so invisibly.

Having completely lost any power to resist, Erica, with her eyes rolled back and a foolish, happy smile on her face, leaned in to kiss him.

There was no choice; Locke Galahad could only close his eyes and give up resistance.

"Sigh, since I can't resist, I might as well choose to enjoy it."

Erica was gnawing haphazardly at his mouth, and Locke Galahad sighed, then reciprocated.

He wasn't a monk, so he naturally wouldn't just stand there like a fool at a time like this.

Since he couldn't escape anyway, he might as well enjoy it first and leave everything else for later.

He was at a critical moment now; there was no time to think that much.

Besides, even if Erica woke up and gave him trouble, Locke Galahad had plenty to say and didn't need to worry about being pestered.

Later on, he too had been influenced by the pink energy, losing consciousness and acting solely on instinct.

Afterward, he had unconsciously activated his skill, and this had coincidentally broken the influence of the pink energy, allowing him to unexpectedly recover from his groggy state.

"Pah, pah, pah... where did this water come from..."

Locke Galahad had actually fully sobered up just like that, and at the same time, his body had regained its former strength.

"My power is back!"

Locke Galahad's eyes lit up. The slight unease caused by the loss of his power completely dissipated upon its recovery.

Erica was still being influenced by the mysterious energy, still sinking, and still lacked self-awareness.

"Haa... it hurts, it hurts."

Although he had regained consciousness, Locke Galahad felt that since things had already reached this point, there was no need for him to avoid it.

The main thing was that he couldn't clearly remember what he had done while muddled earlier, so he intended to take this opportunity to relive it.

"Erica?"

However, before taking action, he called out out of politeness. Discovering that Erica was still as unconscious as before, he was completely relieved.

"This can't be blamed on me; if you want to blame someone, blame that mysterious woman."

With a sigh, he raised his hands and abruptly flipped Erica over onto the bed.

Erica just lay there with a foolish smile, legs crossed, staring at him intently with her pink eyes, as if she were enticing him to come forward.

"Hoo..."

Locke Galahad let out a long breath and began to carefully examine the snow-white Erica from head to toe.

To be fair, Erica's figure and face were quite exceptional; she had curves in all the right places.

Especially because of the influence of some unknown entity, those pink eyes were exceptionally attractive.

Furthermore, with the bonus of her Vampire bloodline, Erica's skin looked incredibly white.

Except for her hair, everything visible to the naked eye was white, resembling jade—oily, smooth, and breathtaking.

Gulp, gulp...

This scene made Locke Galahad involuntarily swallow his saliva, especially the butterfly tattoo on her body, which looked just like the butterfly he had seen in that mysterious dream, firmly capturing his gaze and nearly causing his heart to stop.

"It seems this is fate, so I have no reason to hesitate."

Numerous methods to increase the pleasure inexplicably surfaced in his mind.

Even though he had never done this before, he just knew how.

Erica was like a completely obedient doll in his hands.

However, Locke Galahad did not notice that a formless energy rose from both of them, then flew into the void like smoke.

At the same time, a certain pink star in the sky flickered suddenly.

At this moment, Kraven did not know that the only woman who had once been devoted to him had completely become Locke Galahad's person, sharing intimacy with him.

Inside the room, it was very lively.

Meanwhile, the owner of the room, Serena, was currently in the Vampire Clan's library, searching for clues about the Werewolf Clan.

After flipping through books for several hours, she finally found traces in a thick book titled "Vampire Chronicles," compiled by the Vampire Clan's historian, Andreas Tanis.

Serena had flipped through half the book when she finally found what she was looking for:

"Isn't this necklace the same one worn by the Werewolf who stabbed Michael?"

She then carefully read the description below the image.

After finishing it, she was shocked to discover that the person who had been chasing them was actually the leader of the Werewolf Clan, Lucien.

The very same progenitor of the Werewolf transformation that Kraven claimed to have killed.

At this moment, she instantly understood everything.

"No wonder that guy Kraven is unwilling to investigate the Werewolf Clan; there must be a huge secret hidden in this."

Serena believed that the person wearing the necklace was definitely Lucien, and that Kraven had achieved his current position precisely because he had successfully subjugated Lucien.

This explained why he was so sensitive about it today.

Although she had found information about the Werewolf Clan, Serena felt it wasn't enough because there was still a doubt buried in her heart.

That was why the Werewolf Clan was causing trouble for Locke Galahad.

She patiently finished the entire book but ultimately found no information regarding Locke Galahad.

After shoving the book back onto the shelf, Serena couldn't wait to return to the room to tell Locke Galahad the news she had found.

She didn't know why, but even though they hadn't experienced much together, she subconsciously felt that Locke Galahad could discuss a better countermeasure with her.

Of course, if she couldn't find a good solution, she would have no choice but to wake her foster father, Victor.

"With Locke Galahad's quick thinking, he should be able to come up with a good method."

Serena gently touched her lips, and in this way, she walked to the door of the room without realizing it.

"Michael, guess what I found."

With joy on her face, Serena pushed the door open, but the scene behind the door left her simply incredulous.

"You..."