The Vampire Eldest Miss Thinks I Like Her 10

Chapter 10: Just a Sniff

Adele indignantly recounted Golden’s misdeeds, taking several gulps of her black tea in quick succession, only to be scalded and rendered speechless.

Jasmine waited until she finished being scalded before reminding her, “Miss, be careful, it’s hot.” Adele turned to look at her with a resentful gaze that clearly conveyed: Why didn’t you say so earlier?

If she had said so earlier, wouldn’t Jasmine have missed seeing her with teary eyes from the scalding? Jasmine was truly wicked.

She even thoughtfully added some hot water to Adele’s cup and added two more sugar cubes. She also comforted the ruffled Adele, “Miss Adele is capable of anything. You will naturally get first place in the next exam, right?”

Hearing Jasmine’s words, Adele immediately puffed up with pride, her tail practically reaching the sky. “Of course, I will crush her so badly she won’t be able to lift her head. She’ll forever be in second place. That foolish Golden is so unlucky to be in the same year as me. For the six years of her school life, she can only watch my first-place trophy and eat dust!”

Adele’s proud expression couldn’t be hidden, and she looked quite adorable. Having spent so much time with Adele, Jasmine already knew what kind of person she was. In front of outsiders, she was a dignified and proud young mistress, but in front of her own people, she couldn’t help but act spoiled. Although her tsundere nature remained, the “dere” part far outweighed the “tsun.”

After finishing her story, Adele remembered to blow on her teacup before taking another sip. Once it had cooled down a bit, she gently took a sip. “Jasmine, have you encountered any inconveniences during your two days of living in the school? Have any other vampires bullied you?”

Jasmine recalled the events of the past two days and lied without blinking, “No, everyone in the servants’ quarters is very friendly.”

Hearing this, Adele couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. However, she immediately realized that her reaction was too obvious and quickly covered it up, “I’m not worried about you. It’s just that as a maid of the Blake family, if you are bullied, then I, as your master, have to step in. Don’t think that I have the same feelings as you. It’s impossible between us.”

Jasmine nodded.

Her master was good in every aspect, except for the inexplicable belief that Jasmine had feelings for her. Jasmine didn’t know where Adele got this misconception from. But she was the master, and it didn’t affect Jasmine’s work, so she just let her say whatever she wanted.

Besides, even without Adele saying it, Jasmine naturally knew that it was impossible between them. For Adele, she was the young mistress of one of the Thirteen Clans. Given the rarity of pure-blooded vampires, marriage within the Thirteen Clans was inevitable. Adele would eventually have to fulfill her duty of marrying someone else and giving birth to the next generation of the Blake family.

Even though Adele hadn’t drunk human blood so far, she was a vampire. Sooner or later, she would drink human blood, and when that happened, their paths were destined to diverge.

As for Jasmine, firstly, she didn’t have a strong sense of belonging to this world. She helped humans only because they were considered the same race as her, and because leaving her name in history sounded cool, and she wanted to do it. She didn’t have much attachment to this world, let alone the lives within it. Even though she and Adele had grown up together since childhood, Jasmine wouldn’t fall in love with a “fictional character.”

Even if Jasmine did develop a sense of belonging to this world, she wouldn’t pursue a relationship with Adele because Adele was a vampire. She was naturally on the opposite side of humanity. Under such circumstances, how could Jasmine possibly fall in love with her?

However, Jasmine’s nod made Adele feel uncomfortable. She looked at Jasmine, only to see her cold profile. Adele put down her teacup and asked the question she had asked countless times before, “Jasmine, can I drink your blood?”

“No.”

Jasmine’s answer was once again a straightforward rejection.

Adele didn’t seem saddened. She asked a new question, “Then can I smell your scent?”

Under Adele’s gaze, Jasmine’s usually stoic expression finally cracked, revealing a shocked look. Her expression seemed to say: What nonsense are you talking about?! Or perhaps: How could you have such a perverted thought?!

Adele also knew that her request was strange, but she truly liked Jasmine’s scent. Just like her name, Jasmine always carried a faint, refreshing fragrance that Adele loved. Her sense of smell was excellent, and she could always pick up various scents. She didn’t like the smell of other humans, nor did she like the smell of other vampires.

The smell of humans was one thing, but the lingering, strong smell of blood on vampires only made her nauseous.

Only Jasmine, Jasmine’s scent was the only one she could tolerate. That’s why she always clung to Jasmine, wanting to taste what her blood tasted like. She wasn’t thirsty for blood, but she subconsciously felt that Jasmine’s blood must be different, and she was curious.

But since she couldn’t drink it, smelling it would be a good alternative.

Seeing Jasmine’s obvious refusal, Adele reverted back to her puppy-dog eyes from the castle, “You won’t even let me drink it, can’t I even smell it?”

Jasmine didn’t seem to waver. Adele pressed on, “I promise I won’t use my mouth, just smell it.”

Honestly, her request seemed quite perverted to Jasmine, but compared to drinking blood, smelling it didn’t seem that outrageous. Jasmine hesitated and tried to set some conditions to make Adele back down, “You can’t smell my neck, you can’t use your fangs, you can only smell… my hand.” After much deliberation, Jasmine could only accept her hand being smelled.

Adele agreed without hesitation, “Okay.”

She agreed so quickly that Jasmine slightly regretted it, feeling that even letting her smell her hand was giving the vampire in front of her too much leeway. However, Jasmine had already agreed, and it would be too embarrassing to back out now. So Jasmine endured it and finally, under Adele’s urging, extended her hand.

Adele was very obedient. Just as Jasmine had instructed, she didn’t use her mouth or fangs, but simply leaned close to Jasmine’s hand and sniffed.

The feeling was quite strange. Jasmine watched as Adele bent down in front of her, gently lifting her hand and bringing her nose close. She didn’t directly touch Jasmine’s hand but hovered above it. Adele’s breath fell on Jasmine’s hand, tickling her.

Adele’s breath wasn’t heavy or hot. A vampire’s body temperature was lower than a human’s, and even their breath was cooler. In the warm room, the sudden contact of that breath on her skin gave Jasmine goosebumps.

To be honest, the sensation was a bit ticklish and numb, but bearable. And from this angle, she could see a side of Adele she usually couldn’t. Adele usually held her head high, like a proud swan, as if her eyes were on top of her head.

Her haughty demeanor looked full of life, but it also made it difficult for Jasmine to see the current scene. Adele lowered her head, her eyes downcast, revealing her long eyelashes. Her eyelashes were the same color as her hair and eyebrows, a light shade.

It wasn’t entirely silver, but a light gray with a hint of brown. However, the color was so faint that it was usually difficult to see how long her eyelashes were. But from this angle, Jasmine could see that her long and thick eyelashes were like tiny fans.

The room was silent, so the sound of Adele gently sniffing her hand was quite noticeable. It felt… like being sniffed by a puppy. Jasmine even feared that Adele would suddenly lick her hand like a puppy.

It wasn’t a pleasant experience for Jasmine, but for Adele, it was a form of torture in a sense.

Jasmine’s hand was right in front of her. Her skin wasn’t fair; it was more yellowish and darker than Adele’s. Her finger bones were long, and her hand looked bigger. Adele could see the blue veins beneath Jasmine’s skin.

She could feel Jasmine’s blood flowing beneath those veins, so vibrant and alluring. Adele could almost imagine her sharp fangs piercing Jasmine’s skin, sinking into her veins, and then the sweet blood bursting in her mouth, the feeling of swallowing it and becoming one with her.

If it were anyone else, Adele wouldn’t have held back. She was a pure-blooded noble, the proudest of vampires. She had been taught since childhood that humans were inferior creatures, livestock meant to provide sustenance for the superior vampires.

But Adele didn’t think that was the case. She couldn’t see Jasmine as an inferior being. In her eyes, Jasmine was simply Jasmine, not inferior, not livestock, but someone who had grown up with her since childhood, a special existence to her.

Jasmine’s fragrance also wafted into Adele’s nostrils. Jasmine’s scent was faint yet fragrant, and it stirred Adele’s senses. She sniffed for a while, fearing that she wouldn’t be able to control herself, and finally released Jasmine’s hand.

Adele audibly swallowed, her craving evident.

Unfortunately, she could only look but not eat. Adele turned her head away haughtily, her voice trembling slightly as she said, “Hmph, it’s not that fragrant, just so-so.”

—If she could take her eyes off Jasmine’s hand, it would be more convincing.

It wasn’t that Jasmine wanted to complain, but Adele, who was claiming that it was just so-so while still staring at her hand, wasn’t very convincing. She truly craved Jasmine’s blood, but Adele was a good girl, and she held back.