The World Saved by Death
Those who live by drinking human blood. The rulers of Riaska, the land of death, feared throughout the empire as vampires—immortal beings who have traded their humanity for eternity.
Though he wore the form of a boy, his deathly pale appearance revealed death itself to me. It was the inevitable terror any ordinary person must face when encountering one who stands between life and death.
Whether he knew I was barely holding back the urge to flee, the priest Karik leaned his face close to mine. Then, with his pure white, cold nose twitching, he made a sniffing sound.
“Um… excuse me…?”
Seeing such a human—and slightly adorable—gesture from an immortal who must have lived for ages, I stared at the boy’s face in bewilderment.
“My apologies. From you, Kaira, wafts an irresistible, sweet blood-scent like the finest distilled grape wine, blooming like a spring breeze. If it would not be too presumptuous, might I ask for just a single sip?”
The boy’s eyes glowed violet.
“A single sip… you mean… my blood?”
“Yes… ah, just a moment.”
Another round of sniffing followed. Even though he was a being of death radiating a grave-like chill, the expression on his face as he smelled the air was that of a boy who had not yet reached puberty.
“It is not merely the scent of grape wine. It carries notes of raisins… and the chewy bread baked with raisins. Ah… it has been so long since I last tasted such bread. Eighty years already.”
I thought quietly to myself—the same thought I always had.
That damn bread smell.
The priest of death. He was likely the one who governed this territory, wielding power beyond ordinary mortals and the authority granted by the God of Death. Since he desired it, my refusal would never be accepted. Still, I tried voicing my fear once.
“This is terribly rude of me, but… having to give fresh blood… I’m… scared…”
Karik smiled as if he understood.
“Of course. It is only natural. Anyone would feel that way at first. But it will not hurt, so rest assured. There may be some aftereffects… but it is only a single sip.”
“B-but still…”
Still hesitant, I looked up at Karik’s face with anxious eyes. Even in the darkness, the boy priest’s eyes seemed to shine. Those beautiful violet eyes, rare to behold, were simply…
too beautiful…
Pretty… Somehow, I can’t look away…
Just gazing into Karik’s eyes made my strength gradually drain away. My muscles grew soft and limp, and a languid fatigue colored my mind. A comfort like walking through a dream, like being wrapped in the quilt Mother had carefully dried, threatened to become addictive…
I parted my lips slightly and stared at those eyes I never wanted to look away from, without even blinking once.
“How about it? Have your thoughts changed a little?”
Karik… Father… Yes… the one who gives me comfort… What did he just say again…?
Right, blood… He asked for blood…
I answered joyfully.
“Yes… Please drink Kaira’s blood… as much as you like…”
The priest blinked his pretty eyes a couple of times, looking slightly surprised.
“I did not expect you to fall under hypnosis so easily. You must be weak to charm or mental magic.”
Staring blankly at his face, I echoed the master’s words in a similar tone.
“Hypnosis… Yes… Kaira is… weak… I like it…”
“Well, it does not matter. Then…”
Karik’s needle-like fangs touched my neck. No warmth could be felt from the dead priest’s lips—only a chill like that of an object. Yet even that alone… just the sensation of teeth lightly grazing my neck made the space between my legs grow wet.
“Ugh…”
And then I felt the thin skin of my neck tear, the wall of the blood vessel ripping—
“Hngh…?”
Before I could even register what had happened, pleasure erupted from that spot and mercilessly pierced through my body from top to bottom.
“Hnnngh?!?!”
I lost control and wet myself in an unsightly manner. It was not merely the muscles holding back my lower body relaxing. My legs kicked upward, toes splaying like a frog’s, as if being squeezed out.
A stream of pale yellow liquid drew a parabola over the bed, steam rising from it.
“Hngh… heh… ha, hah… eheh…”
Even after emptying my stomach in such a vulgar display, I stuck out my tongue and drooled while panting. This was all I could think about. Nothing but pleasure, nothing but the heavenly joy of having my blood sucked by the master…
Wanting to add ecstasy upon ecstasy, I reached my fingers toward my sex.
“Ah…♡ Hngh?!?!”
My entire body had grown sensitive from the sensation of blood being drawn. It was not even my clitoris or the soft inner membranes of my vagina—just brushing my fingers near my groin was enough to bring another climax.
“Ah… huu… ngh, ngh♡ Hngh… huht… hyah…”
Forgetting that a vampire boy was beside me, forgetting that he still had his sharp fangs buried in my neck and was sucking my blood, I masturbated while making obscene sounds.
I felt no shame. I could not feel shame. It was only natural… Having one’s blood sucked was pleasurable, and so was masturbation… Doing them together was only natural…
“Hyaah♡ Ha… huuu… hngh…”
How many times had I come? Though I moved my slender, slightly cold fingers desperately, they only added a little to the pleasure. Even my sex and clitoris, which had felt so good before, could not compare to the happiness of having my blood sucked.
And then the endless-seeming pleasure suddenly stopped.
“Hngh…?”
“Slurp… Phew. That is all the blood you can give today, Kaira. Truly… it is the most beautiful taste I have sampled in nearly a hundred years. A truly nostalgic flavor that reminds me of the warmth of life…”
I grabbed Karik’s collar as he evaluated the taste of my blood like a sommelier tasting wine.
“No… more…”
“Eh… Kaira?”
I looked up pleadingly at the vampire boy’s pretty purple eyes, which now held a hint of confusion.
“Suck more… please? I do not want it to end like this…”
“You still have travels ahead of you. Any more would be dangerous…”
I threw my arms around his chest as he spoke. Rubbing my cheek against the boy’s firm chest, I begged.
“No, no no no… I finally found something that feels good… After so much suffering, I became happy here. I do not want it to end like this… I do not care if I die, so please? Suck Kaira dry… drain everything until I am withered…!!”
Karik’s hand moved to stroke my head with a pitying touch… then suddenly stopped.
“Kaira…”
Just like before he had sucked my blood, Karik sniffed again. His breath tickled my crown. Perhaps because drinking blood had brought him closer to life than death, I could feel warmth in his exhale.
“Not only do you fall under hypnosis easily… but you are also casting hypnosis on me… Just what is this seductive scent…”
My mind threatened to scatter beneath the boy’s warm breath. It was so tantalizing, so maddening, that I looked up at those violet eyes with a completely disheveled expression and declared,
“I-I do not know… I do not know any of that… so just suck me… suck me until I am a dried-up… corpse…”
The moment I finished speaking, the boy’s eyes shone. Karik’s eyes, which alone served as a light source in the darkness, blazed so brightly they seemed to scatter the shadows.
Seeing that…
“Hyah?!”
Just from looking, I climaxed, releasing sticky fluids with a vulgar squelching sound.
This… yes, this… is… still… so good…
“Very well. I shall suck your blood. But it would be a shame if it ended with mere bloodsucking. This is my first time doing such a thing, but… would you mind if I took your dead shell, the remaining fragments of your sanity, and made you my ‘family’—my servant—different from the skeletons I command?”
With my reason so clouded, I lacked the intelligence to understand what Karik was saying. I could only reply like a broken phonograph.
“K-Kaira… my head… is blank… I do not… understand… what you are saying… Master… whatever Master… desires…”
“Good.”
While my consciousness and intellect remained blurred, the master had already removed all his clothes. The boy’s small but toned body was revealed before me. Perhaps revived by the blood he had just drunk, his body—which should have been dead—now showed color and warmth.
“Ah… How beautiful. Master’s body… is so lovely…”
Even as I muttered this, my dazed mind understood what the master intended, and I spread my legs wide. Filled with anticipation for what was to come.
Thunder rumbled in the distance.
Perhaps because of my past-life memories, that sound terrified me so much that I trembled while clinging tightly to the master’s smooth body. The master looked down at my face with gentle eyes and said,
“Then let us begin.”
With those words, he brought his face to mine. Our noses brushed lightly. I could feel the boy’s breath. Even that alone whipped my entire body with excitement and pleasure.
My toes trembled, I soaked the bed with the juices flowing from between my legs, and drool and tears streamed down my face.
“Hah…”
And then the master’s fangs sank into my neck once more.
“Hnnngh?!?!”
It was… a completely different sensation from before. Unlike the gentle bloodsucking that felt like a first-class attendant carefully scooping soft ice cream without melting it, this was entirely different.
Ah… I understand now…
The master… was trying to…
kill me.
“Eh…? Ah… aah… ngh? Eh… ah… haah♡ Ngh, hah…”
My hips trembled violently, my arms flailed, my mouth hung open at its limit, and I could not even breathe properly as I drowned in the shocking pleasure that felt as though it was being crammed directly into my brain.
Paying no mind to my state, the master’s lower body—his manhood, now splendidly erect and filled with the warmth of life (no, a vitality fiercer than any human’s) thanks to my blood—pushed inside me.
“Hyaaah?! Ah? Hah…? Ah… hngh… ngh… ah♡ Hnnngh… heh, heeh… haaah… hyah… ngh…!”
Pleasure filled with faithful heat all the way to the depths of my sex consumed my entire body. I became irreversibly addicted. Since the very embodiment of death with warmth had filled my body, there was no escape. I could never return.
“Hyah… ugh… ah♡ Th-this… feels… so good… ha, hyah♡ Hnnngh… hyah♡”
I bucked my hips. Chasing nothing but pleasure.
In Mittenburg’s basement, in Arto’s brothel, I had accepted countless men’s members inside me. But this feeling—the contradictory mix of rest and climax as the priest of death filled my entire body with the joy of dying—was something I had never tasted, even after mingling with so many men and women.
Blood was being sucked out. I could feel it. From the very tips of my body, my fingertips and toes grew cold. Even as the boy moved his hips to violate my sex, he did not forget to gulp down blood through my neck.
“Ah… hyah… ugh… ngh♡ Ah… hnn… ah…”
The movements of my body, which had been twitching like a shrimp unable to endure the pleasure, gradually slowed. I could feel life draining away. I understood—this was my end.
Still buried inside my cooling body, the boy’s manhood grew hotter, harder, and moved more vigorously—as if my fading flame was giving him strength. …Well, since he was sucking blood, it was not entirely wrong.
“Master, Master… it feels… so good… ah… hyah♡”
So this… is how I die. I felt my arms and legs grow thin, leaving only bones. I had no regrets. I had been happy. Being able to lay down the burden I had carried and die quietly without destroying the world—this was not a miserable end brought by hypnosis, but the death I had desired.
Beyond my fading vision as blood drained away, I reached out with an arm that had dried like a mummy and could barely move.
The moment my fingertips touched the rosy cheek of the boy master, my consciousness cut off.
My eyes would not open. My body would not move. But I could hear voices—faint, as if coming from beyond the world.
‘You are… alive? Why…’
“You have done something unlike yourself, Karik. This is not the sort of thing you would do.”
What was that? A woman’s voice… If it was Karik… that was the master’s… ah, yes… Father’s… name…
“I am sorry. This child was simply too appetizing.”
“Hmph…”
The woman’s presence passed over my unmoving body.
“Well, she is pretty. But…”
Then a cold breath sniffed at my neck, my chest, my stomach… and my most precious place.
“She smells a little rotten… like moldy bread, perhaps. It seems you made several mistakes during your first ritual. I worry whether this child’s mind remains intact.”
“That is… we will have to wake her to find out.”
“Understood. You called me because you were unsure whether an unexpected situation would arise, correct? I will take a look.”
“Thank you, Mother. Then…”
A cold hand caressed my stomach. I knew—this was the master’s, Father’s hand.
“Wake up, my daughter. Open your eyes, Kaira…”
And then I opened my eyes.
Two people watched as I blinked and slowly sat up.
“How does it feel to move again in a dead body?”
The woman with the lower body of a snake spoke.
“Kaira, are you all right?”
Karik Father, with his cute face, looked at me with a worried expression. I could not make Father worry. Kaira was a good girl. So I hugged Father.
“Father! Hehe… Please make Kaira’s pussy feel good!!”
Making the request that was only natural to ask of Father.
After all, being Father’s servant meant it was only natural and right to live as a slave who spread her legs for Father every day, getting pounded while panting.
“Eh…”
For some reason, Father looked flustered.
“Hmm… Your soul is quite damaged. It seems the Father of Rest took your mind instead of your body as payment.”
The snake-bodied woman shook her head.
“Well, it turned out for the best. There was a shadow in this child’s memories and soul that was targeting our world from beyond. Perhaps the Father of Rest personally intervened to protect the world.”
With those words, she moved her serpentine scales and gradually faded into the misty, damp earth beyond.
“W-wait a moment, Mother? Bishop? Master? What do you mean, just leaving like that? P-please help me! Kaira’s strength is too much… Get her off me—mmph…!!”
I silenced the loudly protesting boy Father with my lips.
“Hehe… I love you, Father… Yes, give me your cock…”
“How nice. You will make a harmonious family. Taming an unintelligent corpse will take some effort. Think of it as learning, and do your best. Farewell!”
With those words, the meddlesome snake woman disappeared, leaving only Father and me. Now, I could eat cock to my heart’s content. Ehehe.