Possession Chapter 2: The Blood of Longing
After dinner, I poured blood into the wine glass and swallowed it down my throat. Drinking blood was starting to feel almost familiar. These days, it almost tasted delicious...
Vampires don't have to avoid human food. It's just that blood is required to get nutrients, and it's all in the realm of favorite snacks.
My body was the same. Especially right after possession, my weakened body needed blood to recover quickly. Even though I'd never tasted it before, I sucked on blood packs non-stop for twenty-four hours. My sister watched from the side, and I couldn't stop. That's why now I drink it like tomato juice or wine.
After swallowing, I stood up. Even though I'd decided to raise her favorability, right now there was nothing I could do. We were still in the middle of dinner, and with the maids watching, it didn't look like she'd allow me to do anything.
Anyway, since my sister believes I lost my memories and comes to my room every day, the right time would come sooner or later.
It was even better that the two of us would be alone in the bedroom, making it the perfect environment to cause trouble.
So what I needed to worry about wasn't where or when, but what to do. Even if she liked me, it was only because we were good siblings. She saw me as a brother she needed to take care of because I lost my memories, not as a man.
In reality, I was also losing in strength.
I could tell just by looking at her status window.
**Leticia Tepes**
Strength ▶ 142 Agility ▶ 156 Stamina ▶ 122 Durability ▶ 141 Mana ▶ 133 Status: Unstable Traits: Vampire, Form, Acting Head of House...
This was stats on a completely different level from the weakened Scarlet Tepes. No, even if I recovered to full strength, winning was doubtful. Void mana was overpowered, but Leticia's Form trait wasn't something to ignore either.
I was already losing in physical strength, and because I was supposed to have lost my memories, her maternal instincts would be triggered. I could easily guess what kind of impression I'd make on her.
At best, I was just a handsome younger brother... In truth, when I thought about the old me who was nothing but a spoiled rich kid, it was almost miraculous that she was thinking of me in that way. But this was a world outside the otome game. In a fantasy world full of good siblings, there was no reason good siblings couldn't exist.
The important thing was that if I kept going like this, I wouldn't escape the sibling relationship and would end up going to the academy, and she might fall for the prince. I had to break the quest and, at the very least, pull away from the level of good siblings so she wouldn't get distracted and look elsewhere. Until the academy.
If I just went back to the room and waited quietly, she would come. It would be nothing more than doing the daily routine she already did. No excitement, just concern for her weak brother, the heart that would come to see me every day.
I decided to give her a little bit of a stimulus.
"Sis."
"Uh-huh. Why?"
"When should you come to my room later?"
"If you have time, you'll come? Why, missing me, sis? Getting bored?"
She smiled brightly, looking at me like I was her cute little brother. It was an odd feeling to think that the sister who smiled like this in the game would be such a cruel villainess.
What was love, anyway? Honestly, she didn't look like blood kin to me.
Even if this was now my real world, just a month ago this place had been a game world to me.
And now I was working hard to drop her into bed as a woman.
Still, thinking about her future made me feel strange, so I answered with a heavy heart.
"I don't get bored, but I like spending time with you."
"We always spend time together anyway."
"I mean when it's just the two of us. It feels too short. If I had my way, I'd want to be with you all day."
"..."
I tossed out the words casually.
I hadn't expected any big change from just saying that, but I'd thrown them out as a subtle seed for small changes to come.
With just a tiny bit of sincerity added.
Her reaction was strange. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and her tightly closed lips trembled.
If it had been her usual self, she'd have answered "Do you like me that much?" but since she didn't say anything, I was confused and opened my mouth.
"Why are you like this?"
"..."
She couldn't answer properly, now fanning her face with her hand to cool down.
She didn't even seem to be trying to hide that she was flustered right now. Why was this woman acting this way?
I could have dug deeper, but if I did, she'd probably run away, so I stopped. Instead, I stood up and walked over to the flustered sister.
Tap.
"Strange. Go to my room and take a nap for a bit... about one or two hours? You can make it then?"
I tapped my sister's forehead with my finger, and she nodded slowly instead of answering. I couldn't figure out what she was thinking, so I decided to head back to the room.
*
Leticia Tepes was panicking.
Her brother was the typical noble. Arrogant, yet refined, talented, and commanding. A Tepes head who ruled with pride, a talent born from the ancient Tepes bloodline... If it weren't for the old elders of Draculeria and Nosferatu, he would have become the king of vampires within ten years. It wasn't strange at all.
That's why she had been troubled by her brother. Too perfect. It wasn't fear, jealousy, or envy... It was admiration. She admired him so much that sometimes she wondered if he was worthy of her worship, but she could only admire him.
Her brother had changed.
A month ago, even in severe pain, her brother hadn't made a single sound while pretending to sleep. Then he woke up. When she faced the brother she saw that day, she realized something was different...
She felt an indescribable emotion.
At first, she had been cautious. She couldn't accept the changed brother, so she kept her distance. Until the night he woke up, before he told her he lost his memories.
The weak brother, lost memories, the pitiful brother who had opened his heart to her completely... He was pitiable. Instead of the brother she admired, there was a gentle one who needed her care and love.
The brother had asked her not to hate him. Even though he had lost his memories, he was still her brother, so don't hate him, he said. He didn't need to be liked, so just don't hate him. His whisper had come many times, and it still wasn't forgotten.
She clutched her chest tightly. It still tightened whenever she remembered that day.
She liked her brother now. The role of acting head of the house was difficult at first, but when she saw the brother who welcomed her every night, she forgot everything.
Even though he had lost his memories, he was still her brother. When she saw the brother quickly absorbing everything she told him every night like a sponge, she understood.
He was the brother she admired. At the same time, he was the brother she cherished.
At first she thought it was maternal love. The tingling in her chest whenever she saw her weak brother.
But she quickly realized it wasn't. When she saw the brother leaning his head comfortably against her hand every night, or when he lightly kissed her forehead, or when he smiled lazily... Her lower abdomen tightened.
After exchanging goodnight greetings and leaving the room, checking her throbbing legs, she couldn't help but realize how wet her thighs had become.
But she didn't consider it love.
He was too noble and lovely a brother. Besides, he was her brother.
It wasn't love. It was just her own twisted taste that felt pleasure from the admiration she held for him being weakened so he could rely on her.
Pervert. She whispered to herself every night before sleep. She couldn't hold back, so she pleasured herself.
And.
After several days of doing so, to get used to academy life, she had to go to bed before night came so she could adapt in the morning.
She shook her head. She hadn't planned to think of such things in the morning. It was vulgar. Every night she would writhe thinking of the activated blood and desires she couldn't hold back under the moonlight, and then she had sworn to hold back even during the time when she couldn't, not the night time. How long had it been since she started doing this?
She waved her hand fan vigorously to cool her flushed face. The heat didn't go down. She was thirsty... The brother who had made strange noises and left the room was sitting there.
...This was all because her brother made strange noises.
If she had to be precise, he hadn't said anything that unreasonable. Because she needed an excuse.
With her shaking legs, she gathered her strength and stood up, then walked toward where her brother was sitting.