Vampire (4)
Vampire (4)
Adelange had spent most of her time holed up in her room ever since being brought to the mansion. It was smaller than the mansion she originally lived in, but it wasn't a hugely uncomfortable life.
─Your meal.
"Hmm."
After the Maid left the meal outside the door, Adelange carefully opened the door and used shadows to bring the food in.
The food was on the level of the chef from her own mansion in terms of skill, so she didn't have any complaints building up about that.
The complaints mostly came from her blood withdrawal frustration.
'I want to suck blood......'
For a Vampire, sucking blood was a preference, instinct, hobby, and life itself.
The name itself meant blood-sucking ghost, after all—a Vampire unable to suck blood suffered worse withdrawal symptoms than a drug addict cut off from narcotics.
Adelange, who had lived for hundreds of years, had long since overcome her withdrawal symptoms with her own tricks and experience, but even that had its limits.
'Why did I have to get caught right now of all times......'
If she'd been captured under normal circumstances, she would've calmly finished her meal while maintaining a dignified appearance.
But not now.
To enjoy the ultimate blood delicacy, she'd bathed in livestock blood for an entire week and steamed her body with the vapor from human blood bought with money.
So her current physical state was like someone who'd gone three years without jerking off, then spent a week straight watching porn and edging without cumming—hypersensitive enough that the slightest touch would make her squirt like a faucet.
'This is torture.'
And on top of that, this mansion was full of people giving off such sweet scents. Even that chubby guy with glasses who'd spouted weird stuff at her had a scent way better than a regular human's—no need to say more.
'Blood, I want to suck blood.'
Under that impulse, her eyes turned bloodshot red, and her heated body put her in a state of arousal.
Sensations boiled up all over her body, and her extremely heightened senses even made time feel slower.
Every minute and second felt like a day or an hour, and she could feel every single sensation, like the saliva she'd gulped down sliding down her throat into her stomach.
It was hellish time.
She realized for the first time that doing nothing could be this torturous.
Kkeun-kkeun-.
Then, her nose caught a familiar scent. The culprit who'd locked her up here, and at the same time, her benefactor who'd saved her.
Ttok-ttok.
"......Come in."
At her call, Dojin, who was standing outside the door, opened it and came in. He quickly shut the door to make sure no sunlight could harm her, then met her eyes by the light of a small candle.
"You doing okay?"
"......What is it?"
Dojin, stepping into the room, sniffed the thick Pheromone scent of Adelange filling the air, then tilted his head oddly.
But whether he figured there was no need to pay it much mind, or if he had some other purpose, he slowly approached her.
"I told you to let me know if you needed anything, but you haven't asked for shit."
"No need. I'm not one to act stubborn like that. If I needed something, I'd ask right aw—......"
"You need blood, right?"
Dojin cut off Adelange's words and said his piece.
The moment she said she needed nothing, he hit her with this—did the guy even listen to other people or what......
It was utterly rude behavior, but blood. Just 'blood.' The instant she heard that damn word, she had no room left to think about any of that.
"......I said I don't need it."
"Heard it from Deokgu. Vampires can't hold back their blood urges. Hmm, he said it's like a cat's Estrus."
"Estrus? Such a vulgar word......"
"Yeah, not exactly something to bring up in front of the girls."
Dojin said that and pulled a dagger from his pocket.
Then he grabbed the blade with his hand.
"I'll give you blood."
"Ah, no. It's fine. I don't need it, so stop......"
Chwaaak-!
But despite her attempts to stop him, Dojin slashed his own palm. Thanks to his Skill, normal spears or swords couldn't touch him anymore, but he couldn't overcome power infused with Magic Power.
Ddeuk, ddeuk.
Blood dripped onto the floor.
A thick, rich blood scent filled the room.
Adelange felt dizzy.
Showing that stuff right in front of a junkie in the middle of withdrawal—she had no chance of holding out.
"Ah, aa— aa!"
With her cheek pressed to the floor and her tongue stuck out, she started licking sideways with it.
Dojin couldn't understand why she'd glued her face to the floor like that, but he nodded when he saw the blood dripping from his palm onto her cheek and flowing to her mouth.
"Hek, hek... hwiit, hweut-."
Adelange quickly succeeded in licking up the blood from the floor, swept the blood from her cheek into her mouth, then lifted her upper body straight up and stuck her tongue out toward Dojin's palm.
Ddeuk, ddeuk-.
Every time Dojin clenched his fist, a drop of blood fell straight into her mouth.
Gulp, gulp.
Her throat bobbed up and down as it took in the blood.
Each time blood touched her tongue, a sweet fragrance scrambled her brain, and the bizarrely abundant energy aroused her.
'Feels... good......'
Her head gradually went fuzzy, and soon the moment arrived where she felt pleasure and climax just from taking in the blood.
She waited for it, feeling the Yang Energy filling her belly. The orgasm bursting out with this Yang Energy would feel insanely good.
However.
"Ah, aaa— aaaa—!"
Dojin's palm quickly stopped bleeding and began natural healing. A Level 3 Superhuman had natural healing far beyond a human's.
Dojin pulled out a handkerchief, wiped the blood from his palm, and opened his mouth.
"This should be good for today, right?"
"Ah, aa. Aa......"
Right after sucking blood, Adelange couldn't act rationally. So she couldn't even beg Dojin for more blood.
The reason she didn't lunge at him was because she'd tried once before and gotten her ass handed to her.
"Well, then......"
Dojin said that and left the room.
A moment later, Adelange's eyes rolled back as she searched for blood.
'Not enough not enough not enough not enough.'
But there was no blood anywhere in the room. Dojin had meticulously taken even the handkerchief with his blood wiped on it.
Adelange thought about chasing after him outside and opened the door, only to freak out and scream at the beam of light slipping through the crack.
"Kyaaaak!?"
Chiiik─!
The top of her foot that touched the sunlight was slightly turning to ash and melting. She slammed the door shut fast, darkness returned to the room, and in the now pitch-black room, Adelange regained her senses and let out a quiet chuckle with a faint smile.
Thanks to getting hit by the Saintess's attack, she didn't have the Magic Power to cast a spell to withstand the sun.
"Kukuku, the title of Night's Noble sounds so ridiculous......"
How the hell was this noble-like?
Smashing her head to the floor in search of blood, sticking out her tongue in an ugly way to lick the floor.
Where was the dignity in any of this?
'Pathetic, so pathetic...... I'll never even look at blood again.'
She said that and headed to a corner. She went to the darkest corner of the room where light wouldn't reach even if the door opened, but the spot she stopped at was exactly where she'd just smashed her head and licked up the blood moments ago.
"Ah-."
And there, the floor was soaked with Dojin's blood.
The wooden floor, stained with absorbed blood.
"......No."
Even seeing that, Adelange exercised superhuman patience and held back from smashing her head to the floor.
Then she shoved her head between her knees and ignored the floor entirely.
A fishy blood scent began to fill the room more and more. The smell of the blood rotting and spreading her presence through the room.
Adelange sniffled, then slowly crawled forward and shoved her head to the floor.
Just a tiny bit.
Just a tiny bit, just a little would do.
Hallup.
....
.......
..........
Hallup, hallup.
"Huh?"
"So the whole thing......"
"You eat blood?"
"You don't eat blood?"
Dojin requested Seonji from the mansion's chef. The chef was a bit flustered by Dojin's request.
They did eat Seonji sometimes, but they didn't eat just Seonji. Dojin's request to have it whole like that was pretty bizarre.
But they couldn't refuse their employer's request. The chef put the Seonji in a bowl and handed it to Dojin.
Monster and livestock Seonji.
Taking that, Dojin headed straight to the mansion's second floor.
'She took blood pretty well... wonder if she'll eat this.'
Worst case, she might say human blood and livestock blood are totally different and refuse.
But he couldn't keep giving his own blood forever, right?
The idea that Vampires absolutely needed human blood was just prejudice.
If he forced Seonji on a Vampire, she'd definitely adapt to it eventually.
Dojin had that strong conviction.
"Ahem, coming in?"
Ttok-ttok.
Dojin lightly knocked on the door and waited for Adelange's response.
Since it was a bright room facing the sun so the Vampire couldn't just escape on her own, if he didn't want to accidentally kill her, he had to be extremely careful.
But no matter how long he waited, no sound came from inside.
'Asleep?'
Thinking she might've gone into sleep mode in that short time, Dojin carefully opened the door and went in.
He cracked the door open and stepped inside the pitch-black darkness where he couldn't see an inch ahead, then cautiously lit a candle.
"Kreung!"
And at that moment, something tackled Dojin. With one hand holding the Seonji and the other the candle, Dojin raised both hands high to avoid dropping what he held.
Kung— Dojin fell to the floor and used the dim candlelight to identify the one who'd tackled him.
"Hek, hek, hek-."
"......Adelange? Why all of a sudden—."
"Suuuuup─!"
Adelange, who'd shoved her head right into Dojin's chest and was sniffing away like mad, spotted the Seonji in his right hand and grimaced hard.
The next moment, teeth sprouted from the shadows and chomped the Seonji bowl and all.
"No, I brought it to give to you......"
Dojin let out an incredulous chuckle as he watched the shadow crunch the whole bowl.
Adelange, who'd used the shadows to demolish the food, kept sniffing and started rummaging through Dojin's pockets.
And finally, she pulled out the handkerchief from his inner pocket, grabbed it, and whooshed away beyond the bed.
Once she got off him, Dojin felt his pants wet where she'd been sitting on him and frowned.
'What the......'
Just from the viscosity of the wet fluid on his pants, it wasn't hard to figure out what it was. It was Vaginal fluid. The signal from a bitch in heat.
Dojin raised the torch to look for Adelange. Thinking she'd thrown herself beyond the bed, he found her with just her butt plopped on the edge of the bed, head smashed to the floor doing something.
Getting closer to check, she was chewing gooily on the handkerchief with Dojin's blood on it while sniffing the blood-stained floor.
And while doing that, she was pointing her skirt-soaked butt toward Dojin, shaking it lightly side to side...... Dojin figured there weren't many guys who could stay calm seeing this.
"......Well, whatever. Call it payment for my life debt."
Dojin swallowed hard and approached her, flipping up her skirt with a whoosh. Her panties, slimy wet with Vaginal fluid, were exposed to the world.