7 – Was it too late or did she hate it?
Isn’t the change in her body only applied to her appearance?
I’ve noticed that her appearance has changed a lot, and she’s much more attractive than before.
I can’t believe… I thought I’d drip an aphrodisiac down my throat while vampirizing.
As expected, there must be a reason why vampires are on guard.
Considering that her hand still doesn’t have enough strength, the paralyzing effect seems to be strong…
“I’m going crazy.”
In the end, I couldn’t overcome the effect she had poured in, and I was ashamed that I had made her excuses, and her mind became complicated, so I continued to pour her water over her head.
I guess you didn’t ask the bed. It is difficult to deal with if buried.
If the laundry doesn’t see the sunlight, it’ll fade…
“Huh…Ugh…”
A tingling sensation runs down her neck and disturbs her head.
Damn, it’s not working yet.
The blood continues to circulate through the body, giving the feeling of being rushed to the lower body along with light body movements.
As her face keeps coming to mind, she continues to have strange imaginations.
“Whoa, damn it…”
When I put my hand on the nape of her neck and pushed it, a liquid that was still viscous but slippery came out of her hand.
In the end, do I have to wait for it to come out naturally or be absorbed?
After rubbing it on the damp floor, I poured warm water over my body once more.
A slightly sharper impression than before, yet thicker eye shadows and thicker eyelashes.
Recalling them, he rubbed her face.
“…What the heck, that expression.”
Like the expressions when we first saw each other naked, even though our faces were dyed red-
I don’t think that the image of me constantly being unable to take my eyes off my lower body will disappear from my mind.
Thanks to expecting something strict for no reason, I feel the sense of being cornered once again.
“You can’t ask a sick person to do that.”
She was the one I had to take care of, and she was the one who was having a hard time because of her lack of blood.
She sheds tears every time and sees her calling herself a monster. Her heart aches with so much pity.
How could she…
Isn’t it?
Is that why I should hug her?
She whispers that she still loves her, that she still doesn’t change…
“No, it was rather pretty, huh…”
Think of her breasts that are a bit bigger than before, or her pelvic muscles and buttocks that are firmer and more voluminous-
No, what am I doing?
“As expected, it’s strange. Something’s wrong with my body.”
Imagination like this that I never thought of sinking before,
This kind of sensation that continuously reacts and excites the body,
This fluid that keeps flowing from my throat…
“My body is so… Ha, I don’t like it…”
In the end, I had to spend a lot more time in the bathroom than I thought.
***
“You look very tired, have you lost a lot of blood…?”
“No, that, that’s not it. Just…”
Rather, it should be said that it is overflowing with blood, or should it be said that it is the feeling that the body is continuously producing blood.
I was constantly out of breath and couldn’t think properly.
I kept eyeing her teeth,
It seemed that her heart was being drawn to her slightly lowered collar and her immaculate skin.
Why are you so defenseless… Depending on today…
“Wait… I need to rest after all. I can’t.”
She took a long breath and leaned against the wall.
With blurry vision, her face, visible through barely-powered eyelids, had a strange air current in it.
He was looking at me, as if he was anxious about something.
With red eyes that glow like that in the dark, with glossy lips…
In order to calm down my excitement, I tried to think of something else, turned my eyes and looked at the ceiling, etc., And made constant efforts not to have a negative mind.
But the more she did, the closer her body got.
Her feelings that I want her too grew bigger and bigger.
Her heart began to beat until it hurt her, and her head kept trying to turn to her.
Even though I try to attach myself to the wall with all my might, when I lose my mind, I feel myself moving away from the wall, so I repeat pushing myself into the wall on the road –
“I should just sleep. I don’t think my body is normal.”
“Uh, huh? Uh, uh, that’s right. Yeah… You should get some rest. Thank you. The blood is really good…”
Looking at me with a surprised face as I lay down on the bed, she hurriedly got up and covered me with a blanket. She bowed her head and thanked me.
“I’ve worked hard, really. If it weren’t for you, I would… Wouldn’t it be too much to say something like this? Hmm… No, I think it would be impossible…”
“…Do you have a favor?”
I keep shaking her head slightly and I don’t like her sad face. As I try to get up from her seat, she gently puts one hand on my chest and the other around her neck. I wrapped her up and laid her on the bed.
“No, no… Nothing. If you have to, take a break.”
After she brushed my hair once, she tried to bring her head closer to me, then stopped her body and took her back steps.
“…Rest in peace.”
After smiling once, she left the room and carefully closed the door to her door.
Looking at her like that, I finally wrapped myself in a shallow moan over my throbbing body once more.
“Please settle down…”
Feeling her pulsing veins and ears, she calmed herself down as she breathed out the heat accumulating in her body.
…I really hate to be like this every time I get blood sucked. I don’t know if it’s better to be sick.
You seem more awkward than when you were sick.
***
“I wonder if he hates me…”
I deliberately unbuttoned a few of her buttons, and touched her clothes a little as if they were disheveled from drinking her blood.
Now, he averted his gaze and chose to sleep.
“No… No. It’s not that I hate it. Yes, if I didn’t like it in the first place…”
But it’s a monster.
“No… It’s not.”
I shook my head several times and tried to deny the demon in my heart with a voice mixed with tears, but somehow the dark shadow only deepened.
How hard have you been to him? How rough was it on him?
The current self who was saved by his fragile heart cursed himself countless times over and over again in the past when he criticized his fragile heart.
“I wish I had everything… I wish I was someone who could be loved…”
My teeth were grinding, and burning tears kept forming.
It was more painful and hotter than what forms when you are sad.
“You were a Person…!”
As if cursing herself for not being human, she continued to criticize, discredit, and deny her past self.
“If I could have been a little more kind, if I could have conceded, if I had the time to understand…!”
She finds out all the reasons why she became the way she is now, and once started her self-loathing, she did not think of showing an end.
And what it touched was her own changed appearance.
“…Yes, yes. I hate myself for being a monster. Who wants to hug a monster…”
Sharp fangs, red eyes that glow in the dark, black hair.
Because she couldn’t find her old self, her heart burned all the more.
“You must have hated me, what good would it be to hug someone like me?”
Now even crying her out, she buried her head in her lap and began to sob.
“I did everything, who to blame? Me…?”
She became a vampire because of what she did.
The source of trouble was that she did not dare to ‘listen to him’ and received the request.
In response to his words that conceit is forbidden, I wanted to grab her by the hair and throw her to the ground, if only I could do what she cursed at, saying it was not conceit but self-confidence.
She shed tears as she clung to her blackening heart, her confidence that had sunk to the bottom because she couldn’t be lacking anymore.
“But now that I know this, what can I do?”
Knowing that he was right, knowing that he was an undeservedly good man, that he hated himself as a seducer, but that he was a giver of blood, no,
She has become unbearably fond of her, and her body trembles even if she is by his side.
By the time she knew that, his heart had already cooled. It was cruel, even cruel.
The thing I didn’t even look at was a very valuable thing when I found out,
When I tried to find him after knowing it belatedly, it seemed as if he had already disappeared somewhere else.
“I hate… I hate…”
Fearing that he would hear his voice and cause discomfort, he bit his clothes with his teeth and dripped, soaking himself in sorrow.
‘Even when I had the flu, I wasn’t this sick…But then he was there. There was a man who never left his side, wiping his sweat with a towel.’
Holding on to the past that has passed by, he desperately chews on each scene and realizes the importance of him.
‘I’m still there, but did he still like me? Will you love me Actually, it’s just words… What if I, who became a vampire, are forcing me to give blood because I’m afraid?’
Unhappy thoughts won’t stop. Just like if you roll once on a downhill road, you’ll keep hitting a sore spot and rolling over and over again…
