Lately, I’ve been getting frequent headaches. Suddenly, my temperature rises, and I experience mild symptoms like coughing. My schedule was quite murderous for a patient. It involved daily practice of magic, researching my illness, delving into knowledge about the original work, and seeking out countermeasures. Just combining these tasks alone meant I had already slept a full day, and if I added Yuria’s education and tasks to instruct Harzen, it would only lead to severe sleep deprivation.

    “Mana breathing technique… and respiration through magic,”

    The ability to simultaneously handle natural mana and internal magical power is especially crucial for Yuria, given her innate talent. However, teaching this within the mansion was solely the responsibility of the Knight Commander and me. If news were to leak that even the Knight Commander’s limited knowledge of vision techniques had been disclosed elsewhere, it would undoubtedly cause various problems. In short, it meant training in secret.

    “But today, it seems unusually quiet at night. Perhaps because Yuria will be coming soon.”

    The tranquility I awaited during the time I saw Yuria each day was my only solace. However, today, that sense of fulfillment seemed to vanish with just one voice from ahead.

    – “Aaahhh!!!”

    It was a woman’s scream. It came directly from outside my door.

    “Guh…!”

    Despite the ominous premonition, I struggled to leave the room. Desperately attempting to move, my body wouldn’t respond. Lately, these symptoms worsened, especially when I leaped onto the carriage to save Yuria. My left lower body, including the calf and thigh, felt numb. My unsteady leg and ankle made me stagger, and after just a few steps, dizziness blurred my vision.

    Although collapsing wouldn’t be unusual, I regained composure with a superhuman self-hypnosis to endure the situation.

    -Kkiieeek.

    “I-Ian Gongja-nim…!”

    Looking up at me from the ground as if resurrected, she sent a gaze akin to the eyes of a hero appearing in a novel, despite having fallen backward.

    She is, as far as I know, Angelina, the daughter of the commander, who temporarily came in as my exclusive maid.

    Her long blonde hair was disheveled, and she barely managed to get up from the floor, pointing toward a direction obscured by the door as she shouted, “H-help me… a v-vampire is inside the mansion…!”

    A bleeding maid and a desperate voice. Broken dishes and murmuring Yuria. Just by witnessing this scene, I could roughly predict the situation.

    Turning my gaze towards Yuria, I said, “…that’s not a vampire.”

    To my declaration, even the butler who had been hiding nearby came out and protested. Are commoners supposed to act like this?

    “N-no, it’s definitely a vampire…! No matter where you look, the symptoms are there. Red eyes and claws… above all, those fangs!!!”

    “Yes! Lord Ian, p-please look at these eyes!!! They’re clearly demonic eyes.”

    “Yes, what the butler says is true. We must immediately inform the knights and take ac-”

    I raised my hand, a gesture that seemed to say enough. If it were a vampire, I should escape, why confront me here? And I remember, they gossiped about me in front of me. They were so dismissive of my incurable disease, but now they seem terrified at the sight of a vampire.

    In my opinion, at least these two in front of me were undoubtedly the dumbest and most useless people in this mansion.

    Despite my warning, they were desperate.

    “Lord Ian…!!”

    “P-please, save us….”

    “…Enough.”

    It was a chilling voice.

    A thin, bent gaze revealed weary pupils.

    The corridor was filled with a silence akin to icy water. The maid who had been clamoring, the butler crawling on the floor pleading for help, and even Yuria, who had resisted turning into a vampire and had been watching this situation, understood inwardly that only Ian could have a say in this place.

    Commonly known as magic.

    It was an absolute hierarchical difference.

    They couldn’t even bring themselves to look up at me.

    The inherited golden eyes slowly rolled.

    The maid who had grabbed my clothes in front of me showed intermittent trembling, absentmindedly forgetting to breathe, and dropped my clothes from her hands.

    With an attitude that showed no sign of trembling, Ian looked at Yuria, who was covering one eye outside the door.

    Vampirization usually occurs when the host goes into a frenzy. It’s called vampirization when they forcibly crave blood without drinking it, but it also significantly shortens the host’s lifespan, causing immense suffering that no one else can comprehend, leaving them to endure it alone. If anyone else saw Yuria, who seemed like nothing more than a trembling girl all alone and unable to reach out, they would probably make a fuss about wanting to cut their head off right away.

    “…”

    However, Ian was different from others. The only empathizer in this world. Although he hadn’t experienced that pain himself, he understood it. That’s why I could make the embracing choice. His appearance was just like my old self. And also, it was to not miss the golden opportunity to bring the final boss to my side.

    “…Yuria is known to be afraid of blood since she was rescued from the slave market. They say she’s scared of it, even her fingernails and red irises. Yuria’s magic is red, so sometimes such phenomena occur due to excessive emotions. And tearing down that wallpaper was possible because it was a combat maid.”

    In addition to the charisma I had uniquely inherited, the worn-out voice, seemingly about to collapse, was enough to make them understand due to the magic-induced tension. I took Yuria’s hand as if to prove my words.

    It was cold. Very much so. With a weak force, the woman’s body was pulled in helplessly.

    Then, she was half-dragged into Ian’s study. Those who were staring blankly at them from behind didn’t even have the courage to question anything.

    Closing the nervously shut door behind us, Yuria explained with an unusually moist voice.

    “M-Master, this appearance… please… I’m s-sorry…”

    Her flustered behavior upon entering the room indicated that she was quite close to the edge.

    Ian wanted to avoid disappointing Yuria, the anxiety of revealing herself as a vampire to others, and the recurring wounds from her past were swiftly breaking her down. Yuria’s mental state, fragile like a sandcastle crumbling in the rain, was being worn away.

    Midst this, it was Ian’s voice that roused her.

    “Breathe. Yuria, breathe. Slowly. That’s it.”

    It was a warm touch, one she had never experienced before. No, once before, during the time when her mother was still alive. She had thought she would surely forget. She had also thought this person would abandon her. Why? Knowing what kind of being she was, why spare her…?

    Yuria inwardly pondered this question. She hated it. She despised the boiling emotions surging within her heart at this moment. She had hoped not to show this side in front of Ian, the least desired appearance, to the least desired person. Her lips kept parting and closing, not out of hesitation, but out of confusion.

    “I-Ian… Sir. I’m sorry.”

    Her voice now held even more moisture. It was a voice that wouldn’t seem out of place bursting into tears at any moment. It was a voice more desperate and sorrowful than theirs.

    As her anxiety filled her heart, in her current state of helplessness and unease, I gently pulled her into an embrace. When she looked up at me in surprise, her eyes held nothing but a pitiful and mournful expression.

    She weakly resisted, but tenderness could be felt in her breath. There were only the two of us here. Even if they made a commotion outside, it would take time for someone to listen, given the magical suppression I had over them, and right now, they would be too busy catching their breath.

    In short, there were only the two of us left. Yuria’s life rested in my hands. If I were to release her hand here, she would die. However, such thoughts didn’t cross our gazes, which met in mutual understanding.

    “M-master.”

    It was Yuria who first parted her lips. And then, as if fleeing from me, she grabbed the door handle. She was afraid. Terrified. Afraid of breaking the bond again. Afraid because of herself.

    Like being punished like her own parents, the overwhelming fear made her run away. But Ian, who couldn’t bear to see her like that, forcibly grabbed her fleeing hand. His eyes widened in disbelief at the unexpected strength with which she was pulled. Pink lips without any other traces, and smooth skin, as if proving it was their first time. “Ah, no. Master, this is not-”

    “….”

    Their lips met as if by magic. “Hn!?” Something special entered where it had never been before. A man’s lips touched hers for the first time, capturing the place where her beautiful scent lingered. “Ah, no- Mm. Ian… sir!” She melted. It was softer than expected. Yuria, unable to hide her extreme embarrassment, lightly tapped my chest. A kiss that checked affection without delving deeply into her mouth. However, her tightly closed shield unconsciously opened to his gently knocking tongue. “Master Ian, before others see, please stop-! Hn, ugh.” For a moment, I blocked Yuria’s voice, which looked flustered as she glanced at the door, by holding her hands and pressing her fingers against the wall. Despite hitting the wall quite forcefully, there was no problem, considering he was a vampire. With one small, pale hand fixed to the wall against his strength, I began to explore her lips, showing no sign of stopping. “Hn, Ian… sir!” Tears seemed to flow down her pitiful face. It was not an unpleasant feeling. Just a small act of responding to the touch that healed her. “You are my possession.” I alone held her life. I saved her from suffering in the iron bars. I would also prevent her from walking the thorny path of the final boss and dying in the ending. Although she may not know everything, she must have realized to some extent that she would not reject my feelings. Rather, it was good. Her emotions did not dare to allow it. There was no right to happiness. It is sad that the hand resisting the act of betraying her master crumbled. “Hup, huh…?!” Yuria’s sweet scent wafted nearby.

    In this new world, it was the sweet pheromones of that age that I felt.

    A saliva as tangy as fruit, swallowed down my throat. Ripe flesh tempting me before my eyes.

    “Yuria.”

    “I can’t… Master, please…”

    “Yuria, Yuria, Yuria.”

    Embracing each other, both half lost to reason, and Yuria couldn’t bring herself to refuse.

    “Aah… Haa, haa…”

    Yuria needed this too. A companion, and someone to heal her own festering emotions.

    As Yuria’s hand caressed my back, finally pulling me in, I felt her touch.

    “Yuria.”

    “Haa, haa… Yes?”

    Her lips parted, and panting heavily, she looked up at me, trembling.

    A parched voice, dry lips.

    “You need blood, don’t you?”

    Before she could answer, he removed his shirt.

    Gulp. The sound of Yuria swallowing saliva confirmed my intentions.

    Thud.

    Yuria’s exuberant beauty, her more mature form, as she embraced me, intensified the human scent.

    A woman’s ample bosom pressed against my arm.

    The sweet, labored breath of a female and the rough sound of a man’s breathing intertwined.

    But even now, I needed to further stimulate the hesitant Yuria.

    “Why, do you dislike the blood of an incurable patient?”

    From now on, it was a natural course of action.

    From a faint, anticipatory noise, a rapture began.

    As if playing the part of lovers.

    Embracing each other, she, holding onto the larger figure of Ian, plunged her fangs into his body.

    “Eek, haa…!”

    His arms writhed.

    As if exploring him, she clung tightly to his back.

    Sucking, sucking, drenched in ecstasy never before experienced, Yuria, with a flushed face, suddenly met Ian’s eyes, blushing once more.

    -Gulp. Gulp.

    When Yuria swallowed the blood, her grip on Ian’s back tightened. Each time her sharp nails scraped his back, blood flowed. Despite the considerable pain, he remained silent, as if allowing her to savor his agony.

    As she nestled into Ian’s embrace, his eyes, secretly relishing the sensation of her compressed bosom, widened for a moment.

    [system message]

    [Unbelievable achievement!!]

    [Hidden Quest – First Male to Conquer the Final Boss.]

    -(Difficulty: SS+ Rank)

    Cleared.

    {Reward: Status screen, basic points awarded.}

    Suddenly, a reward window appeared before me.

    It was an unprecedented sight.

    Behind the status screen, Yuria pointed beneath her lips with her finger.

    Between her pink lips, blood trickled down, forming a seductive smile.

    Being caught by a maid… it had its own unique appeal.

    On that day, I felt the need to contemplate Yuria’s role as my sexual servant.

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