Chapter 184: Side Effects
Chapter 184: Side Effects
"Iona has arrived!"
I stared blankly at Iona, who had somehow climbed halfway onto my bed, and shouted.
"…No, you can't just 'arrive' here! This is trespassing!"
"It's fine, it's fine! Who am I? The academy's most senior professor and Student Yandel's homeroom teacher! Besides, we were injured fighting on the same battlefield! Naturally, I have visitation rights to this room!"
"Having visitation rights doesn't mean you can come in whenever you want! Do you know what time it is…?"
"Hmm? Hmm? Suspicious. To show such a violent rejection… Student Yandel, were you perhaps enjoying yourself alone?"
"Is a professor allowed to sexually harass a student?"
"Then is a student allowed to force a kiss on a professor and bury his face in her chest whenever he wants?"
"…That matter was settled with that surprise kiss last time."
I turned my head away, answering curtly, while Iona sat on the edge of the bed and giggled.
Her already pale skin looked even more translucent under the moonlight. She had a fleeting aura, as if she might vanish at any moment.
In this light, she looked less like a vampire and more like a fairy out for a midnight stroll.
I let out a small chuckle at the silly thought and asked, "So? Are you really okay, Professor? You were hurt much worse than I was."
"Huh? Of course! My basic recovery rate is on a different level compared to yours, Student Yandel. I healed ages ago and have been dragged around here and there until I crawled back here exhausted!"
"What does that have to do with sneaking into my bedroom? And at this hour… Ah, do you perhaps have something to tell me?"
She said she had been called around to various places. It wasn't just anyone who could summon someone of Iona's stature.
The Principal and Chairman, who was likely groaning in the academy's basement; the Union of Good Gods; or the kings and emperors of various nations.
I wasn't sure which, but she must have heard something related to me.
I felt a slight tension rise as I focused on Iona's crimson lips, but only for a moment.
Iona dropped her playful demeanor and straightened her back, assuming a formal posture.
Was it something that important?
Her breasts were naturally emphasized by the posture. I struggled to suppress my gaze, which kept trying to drift downward, and spoke.
"Professor Iona?"
"Oh, uh, yeah. The thing is…"
Iona's lips hovered as if she had something to say but couldn't quite bring herself to speak.
Soon, however, she turned toward me with a look of determination.
"Hey, hey… I have a favor to ask."
"Yes? What is it?"
"Let me… drink… your…"
"What? I can't hear you."
"I said… let me drink your…"
"???"
As I blinked blankly, Iona suddenly lunged onto me with the fluid grace of a feline predator.
Then, as if to prevent me from escaping, she slammed her hands down on either side of my head.
Her dark red hair cascaded down, acting like a curtain that partially blocked the moonlight.
Because of that, the only things I could see were Iona's somewhat desperate face and her breasts, which were inches away from touching my chest.
Infiltrating the treatment room, climbing onto the bed, and pinning me down—it looked exactly like she was ravishing me.
Iona whispered in a trembling voice.
"Blood. Let me drink it."
"…Beg pardon?"
"I said! I'm asking if I can drink Student Yandel's blood!"
"No, I understood what you meant, but it was so sudden I had to ask again. Also, you're hurting my ears."
"…Sorry, sorry. I'm just a bit desperate right now. I won't yell anymore."
Iona raised her upper body slightly, her tone turning a bit dejected.
Still straddling my waist, she continued calmly.
"Did you know? You've been out for two days, Student Yandel."
"I woke up sooner than I thought."
"Well, you were treated in the best facility on the continent. And although healing isn't her specialty, the Cardinal of Righteous Light performed emergency treatment on you."
It was a freakish denomination consisting entirely of Holy Knights and Battle Priests, but a cleric was still a cleric. They could obviously use basic healing Divine Arts.
"Ah, have you perhaps not eaten for two days?"
"It's not that I didn't eat. I couldn't."
"Huh?"
According to Iona, she tried to drink animal blood as usual, but it was so disgusting that she vomited it all up after just one sip.
She couldn't just starve, so she tried drinking from blood transfusion packs containing human blood, but…
"The thing is… did I unconsciously compare it to Student Yandel's blood? I can drink it, but my thirst only gets worse. Just what did you feed me?"
Iona shrugged playfully, but if I looked closely, her fingertips were trembling.
She had probably been trembling from the moment she entered the room.
To an outsider, she looked like someone addicted to a dangerous drug.
"It's still like this… I thought I could endure it somehow before I came in… but just smelling Student Yandel makes me like this…."
"Professor Iona."
I interrupted her and took her hands. Then, I pulled her slowly toward me.
Iona's face drew close again, offering no resistance.
"You said my blood was a good match last time, right?"
"Yeah… maybe it's because it was the first human blood I'd had in a long time and it suited me so well… my body was surprised… or maybe it got excited… something like that. Yeah."
Iona rambled restlessly. It seemed she was acting this way not because our faces were close, but because my neck was.
I could feel her eyes constantly glancing at it.
Come to think of it, it was only natural.
Just as I kept recalling the sensations from when Iona fed on me, she probably couldn't forget the moment she drank my blood.
After a moment's thought, I spoke.
"Then do you remember what I said before, Professor?"
"W-what was it?"
I smirked at Iona, who was preoccupied with my neck.
"I told you that you could drink as much as you wanted."
I tilted my head to the side, offering my neck to Iona, who was staring down at me blankly.
"Here."
"…Huh?"
"Aren't you going to drink?"
"……."
As if possessed, Iona lowered her head.
Her ragged breath tickled my neck. She hesitated for a brief moment, but unable to resist the temptation, she pressed her face against me.
Crunch.
The sensation of sharp fangs piercing my neck. The feel of her firm nose. Her soft tongue dabbing at the wound.
Following that, a pleasure that felt like it could become a habit began to surge through me.
"Slurp…."
Blood pulsed out in rhythm with my heartbeat. With every gulp, Iona's cool skin gradually regained its warmth.
"Gulp…."
The trembling I felt through her soft breasts pressing against my chest began to subside.
Thinking she looked somewhat like a baby clinging to my neck, I gently stroked the back of her head.
"Mmph?"
She flinched for a second at my touch, but soon refocused entirely on the feeding.
How long had it been?
I started to feel lightheaded from the blood loss, so thinking that was enough, I gently patted Iona's back.
"Professor? That's enough, right?"
"Mmm… gulp…."
Iona continued to suck my blood without answering.
This time, I poked her back with my fingertip.
"Professor? I'm getting dizzy. Is it still not enough?"
"……."
No answer. Instead of answering, she began to subtly rub her body against mine.
What happens when someone with their buttocks pressed against your waist and their chest pushing down on your upper body starts to move?
Not only were her baby-like mommy milkers being squashed against me, but our crotches began to rub against each other through our clothes.
"Professor Iona?!"
Startled, I tried to push her off, but she was holding onto me so tightly that I could only lift her slightly.
Good grief… I can't even push her away with physical stats that have risen to the level of an active knight…?
I needed to drink a potion before things got dangerous.
After managing to drink a recovery potion from my inventory, I checked Iona's condition.
"Haa… gulp…."
She seemed to have lost her reason entirely; no matter how much I called her name or poked her side, there was no reaction.
Instead, as if her body was itching, she only rubbed against me more suggestively.
Naturally, at this point, my body couldn't help but react.
Boing.
"Mmph?"
Even for Iona, who was surrendering to her instincts, the size must have been surprising, as she momentarily stopped her hips.
It was a bit embarrassing, but it would be a relief if this snapped her out of it.
However, contrary to my hopes, Iona wiggled slowly as if gauging something, and then pressed her crotch against mine at the perfect angle.
I could feel her softness even through the fabric.
…Any more than this would be dangerous.
I had just gone a round with Carla earlier, but that wasn't enough to satisfy me.
Since I usually dealt with at least two people at a time, it was only natural.
The problem was that Iona wasn't my woman, and she wasn't in her right mind.
I guess I have no choice.
I let out a deep sigh and raised my hand high.
Then, in one motion, I smacked Iona's butt.
Spank!
"Hyah?!"
No matter how much she had lost herself to the bloodlust, I guess this was enough to bring her back to her senses.
Iona jerked her head up, clutching her backside.
"Ya-Yandel, this is… this is…."
"I had no choice because you lost your mind, Professor."
As I spoke, I pointed my index finger toward Iona's chest.
Her collar had become disarrayed from all the rubbing, revealing more than half of her cleavage.
"Ah."
She hurriedly tried to cover her chest… but then stopped and stared at me with a flushed face.
"Hey, hey. Student Yandel."
Her voice was thick with sensuality, as if she had released the charm she had been suppressing.
Iona's blood-red eyes trembled, dripping with all sorts of emotions.
Tension, gratitude, guilt, a sense of immorality, anticipation, fear, and excitement.
In the suddenly erotic atmosphere, Iona slowly raised both hands.
With one hand, she made a circle with her thumb and index finger, and with the index finger of her other hand, she made a vulgar gesture of poking through that circle.
"Want to do it?"
"Yes."
My mouth moved before my brain could process it.
Though, even if I had thought about it, the answer would have been the same.