Feeding the Dragon with My Flesh

Song Baojiao, the nation-destroying temptress, was born in a singing house. Beautiful enough to topple kingdoms, she was determined to become empress, but was falsely accused of drugging the emperor and banished to the imperial mausoleum.

Legend said that an utterly terrifying evil god was sealed beneath the mausoleum, and that sacrificing beautiful young women as offerings of blood could awaken it.

Song Baojiao had always dismissed it as nonsense, until one day she found herself lying on the altar, watching helplessly as He rose from the abyss and hundreds of experts turned to bloody water in an instant.

Hidden in the black mist, enthroned high above, He reached toward her with tentacles like black serpents, winding around her neck and slowly tightening.

With death close at hand, all Song Baojiao could rely on was her peerless beauty and the skills she had spent her life cultivating.

Her hands trembling, she slipped the gauzy sacrificial robe off her shoulders and gazed up at the exalted god with tear-filled eyes. "I am willing to serve the Divine Lord in every way... Please show me mercy..."

"No need," the evil god coldly refused.

Later, she willingly offered her blood and begged Him to help her return to the palace and claim the empress's throne.

Before long, the emperor died and the crown prince took the throne. She used every trick at her disposal to seduce him, and finally got what she wanted.

Yet on the night she first attended the new emperor, He suddenly appeared on the imperial bed, revealing a dragon's tail. Black scales covered His body, and His tentacles coiled around her neck and wrists.

"Everyone else can, so why can't I?"

"Is it only because I'm a monster?"

"Then open your eyes and watch closely." Sharp fangs grazed the side of her neck. "Watch how a monster takes you."

He was formed from the dragon energy of the earth's veins, and had slumbered for centuries beneath the imperial mausoleum, deep in the earth, until a young woman trespassed into His domain and woke Him with her sweet blood.

He sat high above the clouds, watching coldly as she lay on the altar, fragile, disheveled, and delicate as a twig, yet full of lies and recklessly bold enough to awkwardly seduce a god.

He coldly refused, yet somehow saved her life.

He never expected that he would later regret countless times not taking her apart and devouring her at their first meeting.

The male lead's true form is a dragon vein, absolutely, unimaginably enormous. He mostly appears in smaller or human form.

Chinese-style horror

Theme: Those who help themselves will be helped by Heaven