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“Hahp, uh… puhaha… huff, haa.”

The lips parted from the neck.

Through that parting, a transparent thread-like line connected to a spider web was gulped down.

Yuria, breathing heavily, looked at me with trembling pupils.

A deeply felt… passionate gaze.

At that moment of emotion, I couldn’t think of anything but the overwhelming sensation from the first bloodsucking.

Yuria’s face struggled to handle the intense pleasure from the first bloodsuck.

“Gulp.”

I faced an irresistibly captivating female.

However, honestly, continuing further was risky.

There were matters outside that needed immediate attention, piling up like a mountain.

After we exchanged blood by simply embracing and sharing a kiss, it was ecstatic. Was it because she was an unparalleled beauty?

As I made a gesture to step back, Yuria, like a ghost, pulled my head back, stopping me.

“P-please, just once more.”

“That’s…”

It’s not allowed. The words hung in my throat. It was precisely because she saw through me, even though I didn’t dislike it deep down.

Then followed a rough exchange of kisses.

-Smack, smack… slurp, hawp.

I kissed Yuria for several minutes, clinging to her.

Yuria, who had opened her eyes at the end of the kiss, pressed her voluptuous body against mine. Was this seduction already part of her talent? Every time I touched her lower abdomen, the female would shiver and raise her pupils, no matter how disdainful her expression.

-Ha… haa…

When our lips parted, Yuria swayed as if intoxicated, her crimson eyes blinking continuously.

The face of the woman smiling softly showed no sign of resistance. If I were to lead her to the bed immediately, it would be natural to taste this ripe fruit.

But was Yuria feeling the same way?

She threw me onto the bed with superhuman strength, then began to lick her lips.

….

Ian’s clothes were torn to shreds, and a faint scent of blood brushed against Yuria’s nose.

With each breath, the dizzying scent clouded the vision.

Sure, here’s the translated text:

Surely, why has this scent, which I didn’t think was so intense until now, been tormenting her to this extent?

It was undoubtedly because of his embrace she was currently in.

A sensation as if her body was floating. A feeling of comfort and warmth in her heart.

There had never been a moment when she felt as thrilled and excited as when she was embraced without hesitation, collapsed on the ground with her eyes closed.

Was it due to the cold she felt through her thin clothes? The thought of wanting to delve deeper into his embrace and hold him even tighter crossed her mind.

The scars around her hands and arms, which she hadn’t paid attention to, were secretly embarrassing, and her sweat-soaked undergarments clung stickily.

“Yuria.”

Rustle—

As the firm touch of a man’s hand landed on her shoulder, Yuria trembled as if an electric shock had touched her.

“Huh, M-Master.”

“…”

“I… I want to do it once more.”

At that moment, she thought this might never end.

Already, Yuria’s breath, which had dug into my embrace, was felt.

The lips that had sucked blood touched the surroundings, leaving a satisfied smile, and the woman grabbed my back with a light kiss.

– Thump, thump.

Still, Yuria, who blushed like a red beetroot, tightly closed her eyes.

She pressed her lips against mine.

Now, only a few centimeters remained.

In my mind, I knew I should refuse, but I, too, was exploring her waist while delving into her mouth.

Sharing each other’s saliva, our rough tongues intertwined. As a result, our oxygen diminished, suffocating us, making our minds hazy.

However, despite knowing this fact, neither of us wanted to let go, and the strength of our embrace only increased.

– Smack, gasp… Ugh, ah.

“Pff… Haa,”

Ian’s firm hand held Yuria’s soft waist and felt the flesh beneath as he shifted positions.

This time, I was on top.

Yuria, already dizzy from lack of oxygen, was relentless in holding onto her senses.

Unbuttoning the buttons on her chest gently,

Sweet breath.

Below, Yuria, whose lips had become moist with my saliva, was smiling like a fox as she hugged my shoulders.

Truly, it was an irresistible temptation.

“Master, Master. Ian… Ian, more… please.”

“…Yuria.”

Tingling desire, Yuria clutched my body and gasped for breath.

The ultimate boss who could even kill the commander-in-chief at any moment.

Just by calling her name once.

I slightly lifted the fallen clothes to prevent them from exposing my entire chest.

Her tomato-red face already mixed shame, pleasure, and affection.

“Are you okay?”

Nod, nod.

“Breath, just let it… huff, flow!?”

Gulp,

She mixed her saliva with mine that she had given me before, and I played with her mouth in the meantime.

A distinctly feminine musk.

I desperately wanted to cross the line in front of me, but I held back.

Not yet.

-Thump, thump, thump…

Yuria hugged me tightly.

Her G-cup breasts pressed against my body.

Her body heat was warm against mine.

Occasional moans indicated how excited Yuria was at the moment.

-Thump, thump, thump…

“Yuria.”

“…?! Hn, cough.”

I buried my nose in Yuria’s shoulder, and naturally, she also became immersed in my scent.

Amidst her rough breath, her pheromones mixed with blood scent, her bewildered hand found solace in embracing my back.

Seemingly confused, she licked her lips.

The warmth from her cheek and sweet breath.

Wordless interlocking gazes of a man and a woman.

The heavily leaning heartbeat of a longing woman could be heard from here.

She doesn’t even pretend to refuse. It’s as if this twenty-year-old woman is about to give herself entirely to me. Damn it.

Every time my hand touched her, the woman twisted her body, blushing.

It’s commonly known that a freshly fed vampire becomes much more sensitive to touch. Given her innate heightened senses, she might be even more so.

If I were to attack her right here, I might be able to control her later.

But if I were to attack Yuria here and now, the next day would be… dreadful.

Yuria being marked as a heretic and becoming a public enemy would lead to the same ending as in the original work.

Vampire, especially the last survivor on this continent, cannot be turned back once discovered.

I decided to hold onto my sanity because creating a new route was no different from using the knowledge of the original work.

…

“Hmm…”

No words came out.

Inadvertently shedding tears at the warmth he felt for the first time, she almost demanded his embrace.

“Nobles should take their bodies seriously.”

Her mother’s words briefly crossed her mind, but Ian’s face and touch occupied her thoughts far more.

‘…Ian, Ian. Ian.’

She asked for his name and stored the resonance in her mind.

Instinctively, her body began to yearn for this man.

The final permission for the bloodsucking.

The second bloodsucking elicited even more ecstatic emotions than the first.

As the blood flowed over her tongue, a thrilling sensation surged through her mind.

Thump, her heart raced.

As the pleasure intensified, she embraced him tightly, sinking her fangs into his neck.

“Ah…huff, slurp.”

Gasping for breath, drooling as if she might lick him dry, she forgot that she was drinking his blood and held him even tighter.

Something forbidden was poking at her lower abdomen, but it didn’t matter. Right now, it was more important to pour in the sweet blood until her mind spun.

Like lovers roughly kissing, Yuria couldn’t bring herself to part her lips from his neck.

Before she knew it, the exchange of breath between them was already an affectionate gaze exchanged by two lovers who had just consummated their love.

“Huuh…slurp, gulp…”

Instinctively, Yuria left a deep mark on his neck.

Absolutely. This was hers. A territorial marking.

Among vampires, this meant “Do not touch; this is mine.”

Faintly etched were three crosses, a marking only the aristocratic vampires, the masters of the vampires, could possess.

The man bearing this marking was Ian, the first and last.

If I were to show this to another vampire, they’d probably drive their head into the ground at least once.

However,

“….”

He quickly asked for permission to go do something for himself.

And he also apologized. Unable to catch her breath after their excessive kissing, Yuria held onto Ian’s collar and said,

“T-then… sir, sniff… promise me. Promise.”

“What, what is it?”

“Re-responsibility… you have to take responsibility.”

“Responsibility?”

As Ian tilted his head with a puzzled look,

Yuria quickly continued speaking.

“Vam, vampires… have a tradition of proposing to the one they sincerely love after sharing their first blood with them.”

After uttering the words “sincerely love,” Yuria couldn’t bring herself to meet his eyes and buried her face between the pillows.

Then, as if curious about his expression, she peeked at him from time to time.

Approaching, Ian sat on the bed, gently stroking Yuria’s cheek behind the pillow and brushing away the bangs that covered her eyes.

His voice was warm.

“Alright. I’ll take responsibility.”

Only then did Yuria gain confidence and, finally, she could only watch him leave through the door after their lips briefly touched. As Ian left the room, a faint scent of blood lingered on his back. With the numerous kiss marks left by her nails and teeth, not even a sly cat would dare to take him away.

Lying on the bed, she buried her face in the pillow, then turned her body and stared blankly at the ceiling.

Her cheeks and forehead felt like they were burning.

‘…Ian.’

It was a lovely name.

His cold gaze and every word seemed to soothe the wounds she had. Now, the girl had found a place to return to.

She had found a human she wanted to protect at all costs, even if it meant dedicating her life to it.

Her heart raced.

That day, peaceful sleep seemed to have slipped away.