Allen's behavior completely bewildered the five female vampires.
Usually, the men they lured in were nearly drunk before they bared their fangs, and every one of them would be scared out of his wits.
Now that such proactive food had suddenly appeared, they did not know what to do.
"Come on, come on."
Allen deliberately tugged down his collar, exposing his pale neck as he showed off. "I bathe often. There's no old neck grime on me."
It would have been rude to refuse such generous hospitality.
"You really are such a lovable little thing."
The five women all revealed their fangs, their eyes already burning with hunger.
They stepped forward and surrounded Allen, drawing ever closer to his neck as faintly hurried breaths escaped their mouths.
Allen squirmed shyly. "If you're going to drink, then drink. Don't blow on me. I'm ticklish."
They did not care about that. The next second, their lips eagerly pressed against the skin of his neck.
Sizzle...
Aah! Aah! Aah...
The five women covered their mouths and angrily demanded, "What did you put on yourself?"
The moment their lips touched his skin, they felt an intense burning sensation.
"Hehehe... I'm the kind of hot-blooded youth who'd smoke if you threw me into a river."
Allen looked smugly at the vampires who had fallen for it.
On the way here, he had passed a restaurant, invited himself into the kitchen, casually found some garlic, refined it into Garlic Extract, and smeared it over himself.
To keep the vampires from smelling the garlic, he had deliberately mixed it with perfume.
He was crazy, not stupid.
"Kill him."
Realizing they had been toyed with, the vampires stopped putting on an act. Their fingernails extended, revealing two sharp fangs, though their upper and lower lips looked as if