Chapter 254: Slurp, Slurp (2)
Chapter 254: Slurp, Slurp (2)
Clink.
The silver chains moved eerily like snakes, surging toward Iona.
Of course, their speed was, at best, on par with a platypus crawling across the ground. I wasn't actually trying to threaten her; I was just trying to set the mood.
Iona had been momentarily flustered by the appearance of such a professional-looking tool, but she quickly caught on to my intent and began flailing her arms.
She swatted away a few chains before intentionally letting them catch her limbs.
"Wah! Wah! These restraints are too strong!"
She struggled with an awkward voice, but every time she did, the chains only tangled around her more tightly.
As I slowly pulled the chains and fixed them to the Halo Stele, Iona was naturally bound in a T-shape.
She tried her best to look indignant, but the way the corners of her mouth kept twitching told me I wasn't the only one with high expectations.
Though she was only wearing a cloak, the atmosphere around her had changed. I scanned her from head to toe.
"I finally caught you."
"Hmph! I don't know what you plan to do to me, but it won't go the way you think! Just kill me!"
"I know all about a vampire's persistence. If you're hoping I'll get tired halfway through, you're in for a disappointment."
"Mmm... what's this? Student Yandel's cold, informal speech... this might actually be okay..."
Iona mumbled in a small voice. Since I always used formal speech with her, I wondered if switching to informal would work, and her reaction was better than expected.
As if hiding her face, Iona kept her head slightly lowered. I reached out, pretending to gently stroke her hair... before suddenly grabbing a handful of it.
Lightly, so it wouldn't hurt. But with just enough force that she could feel the shame of being dragged.
Hanging from the restraints, Iona's head was forced up by my grip. I stared intently into her face.
Her blood-red eyes were trembling despite her attempt to look calm, and her breathing had grown slightly ragged before I knew it.
In a way, she looked like someone acting tough while actually being terrified.
Well... she was probably just excited by the situation, but the important thing was that she looked the part.
I curled one side of my mouth into a smirk and pulled the next item from my inventory.
"This... this is...?"
"A gag. It's a tool used to correct bad habits, like talking nonsense or snapping at people like you did earlier."
It looked like an ordinary leather gag, but the center of the bit featured a Halo ornament, just like the restraints.
This, too, was a faithful recreation of a tool actually used by vampire hunters.
Originally, if a vampire's tongue touched that Halo part, it would cause searing pain and burns as if touching fire... but this item had no such function.
It was a convenient tool I'd made by attaching some leftover tissue from the sensory link slime I'd cultured last time; it wouldn't make her jaw or tongue ache even if she held it for a long time.
However, perhaps because the appearance was indistinguishable from the real thing, Iona looked a bit startled.
"Stay still."
I growled lowly, holding her head in place by her hair while bringing the gag close with my other hand.
Seeing it up close, she must have realized it was a fake, as she relaxed her body and gave a light, playful struggle.
Her hollow resistance lasted only a moment. Soon, acting as if she had no choice, Iona opened her mouth and let me fit the gag inside.
Only then did I let go of her hair and step back to look at her.
Iona, hanging from silver chains and gagged.
Perhaps she had already released the charm she usually suppressed, as she exuded a strange, decadent beauty.
Her hair was disheveled from my grip, and her eyes flashed defiantly from behind the strands. Yet, contrary to her will, her body could not move as she wished.
Clink. Clink.
"Mmph! Mmmph!"
Iona let out muffled groans as she struggled as if trying to escape.
That thing only looked impressive; it was made of ordinary materials, so its durability was questionable. If Iona really wanted to, she could break free and escape instantly.
However, Iona twisted her body desperately as if she were ensnared by chains she could never defy.
The way her breasts swayed along with her movements was a bonus. Or wait, was she shaking them on purpose?
While I tilted my head in thought, I felt a gaze from Iona that was blatantly full of wariness.
Hmm. She seems completely immersed.
I nodded with a satisfied smile and spoke.
"Don't look at me like that. I have a plan."
"Mmph! Mmm-mmph!"
"Vampires are certainly troublesome. Their various special abilities are a problem, but their life force is just too persistent. Especially a high-ranking entity like you—it's practically impossible to kill you through ordinary means."
"Hmph! Hmmm."
She let out a mocking hum through her nose, as if saying, 'That's right! What can you even do! What else can you do besides tying me up like this!'
Without a word, I grabbed Iona's chin and tilted it up.
It was a more polite gesture than grabbing her hair, but that only made the feeling of her being unable to resist even more palpable.
Grind. Creak.
A menacing sound came from the gag, as if she wanted to bite my hand right then and there.
...Is she really okay?
No, if she had actually bitten down with force, the gag itself would have shattered. That must be part of the act, too.
I chuckled dismissively and continued.
"It's quite simple. If the body is hard to kill, I just have to kill the spirit. It'll be even better if I can get some useful information in the process."
"Mmmph! Mmph-mmph!"
"You think it won't go your way? Well... a vampire's body is strong, but their mind isn't nearly as sturdy."
As I spoke, I let the hand holding her chin slide down slowly.
Starting from her chin, down her slender neck, past her collarbones that looked like they might snap with just a little pressure, and over the beautiful curve of her upper chest until my finger hooked onto her first button.
I gave a bright smile to Iona, who was looking at me with eyes that said, 'No way...', and then... I pulled with all my might.
Rip!
Buttons flew in every direction. Her clothes, now completely torn open, failed to do their job and exposed Iona's pale skin.
Her outer clothes were shredded, leaving only her underwear barely clinging to her.
Iona's eyes widened as if she couldn't accept the current situation.
When I lightly tugged at the center of her bra, she shook her head desperately, trying to escape my touch somehow.
Of course, the chains only clinked; they didn't break.
Since I'd received her silent consent, shall we begin in earnest?
I buried my face in Iona's cleavage and gave it a long lick with my tongue.
"Hngh?!"
"Iona Francesca. A great Noble of the Night who has lived for over 300 years. Successor of the Old Blood."
I whispered to Iona, who was pretending to have a fit.
"Let's see. Let's see how long you can last."
I coated my fingertips in thin blades of mana and slashed downward.
Shred!
Her top and bottom underwear were sliced away in an instant. Following that, I stripped away the remaining scraps of clothing hanging precariously on her body.
All that remained was a loose cloak draped over her like a bluff, and her pale, snow-white naked body.
"Mmph... mmmph..."
Iona shook her head slowly as if pleading. However, her body, as if anticipating what was to come, had her nipples standing firm and erect.
Perhaps her charm was growing stronger as she got excited, because my mind felt momentarily dizzy. But I was used to it by now, and compared to actual bloodsucking, this was nothing, so I was able to reach out calmly.
"Hmph?!"
Iona flinched as I lightly tugged on her nipple. Her well-proportioned body swayed beautifully.
If I pulled the nipple to the left, she swayed to the left; if I pulled to the right, she swayed to the right—an easy-to-read reaction.
Iona's face turned beet-red with shame.
Oh dear. We're just getting started.
I let go of her nipple for a moment and kneaded her full breasts as I spoke.
"These chains move according to my will. And you are currently bound by them."
"Mmmph?"
A defiant look that asked, 'So what?' I licked her eyelid, making her shudder and tremble in fright.
Savoring the slightly salty taste, I continued my explanation.
"It's not just that you're restrained from escaping; you should consider that even the freedom to change your posture has been taken by me. Like this."
Rattle.
With a light snap of my fingers, the chains moved busily, pulling Iona's limbs.
Her arms remained horizontal, but her legs were pulled apart into an M-shape, and her waist was thrust forward in a lewd posture.
"Mmm-hph! Mmm-mmph...!"
Iona tried to move her thighs to cover her pussy, but this was an angle that couldn't be hidden unless she broke the chains.
I reached out toward Iona, who was squirming her lower body, making sure she saw.
Even though she knew my hand was heading for her pussy, she couldn't do anything but watch.
Squish.
When my hand finally touched the soft pussy flesh, she writhed her hips even more frantically. The more she did, the deeper my fingers sank.
The plump mound. My fingers, sliding through the crevice, instantly found the vaginal opening.
Squelch.
"Hph?!"
As I inserted my middle finger, Iona closed her eyes with a look of despair.
She looked resigned, or perhaps like she was conserving strength for later, or maybe she was just enjoying it.
I watched her for a moment before inserting another finger.
Schlup...
This time, she didn't react at all, maintaining a stoic silence.
It was as if she were asserting that I could do whatever I wanted, but she wouldn't show me the reaction I desired.
Since she was gagged and couldn't speak, I didn't know the truth.
Chuckling, I slightly curled my fingers. My hooked fingertips dug into the most sensitive spot within Iona's vaginal walls.
"Mmm-hnnnnngh?!"
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't help but react to that; Iona's body shuddered violently. Feeling the love fluid that belatedly began to pour out and wet my hand, I spoke.
"I heard that vampires feel immense pleasure when they suck blood. Hearing that made me curious about something for a long time."
"......"
"Conversely, what does it feel like for a vampire to have their blood sucked? Does it feel just as good? Or does it just hurt? Or... is it incredibly painful?"
"Mmmph? Mmm-mmph?! Hmph!"
Did she realize what I was about to do? Iona moved violently with my fingers still inside her, twisting her body.
Of course, she was feeling it every time the inside was rubbed, but Iona didn't stop.
In truth, it doesn't hurt a vampire to have their blood sucked. It's not particularly pleasurable either, but...
How should I put it? It's a sort of expression of affection and trust.
Like a wolf putting another's head in its mouth without biting, as a way of asserting how much it cares for them.
I gripped and held her pussy still from the inside, then slowly brought my mouth to her slender neck.
"Thanks for the meal."
Crunch.
As I bit down lightly with my fangs, beads of Iona's blood began to rise. The amount wasn't much, but since I couldn't bite any harder, I decided to suck firmly.
Slurp, slurp.
Naturally, to me as a human, it just tasted a bit fishy; it didn't taste good.
But Iona...
"Hnnnnnnnnngh♡"
Her waist arched like a bow.