episode_0027

“Master, please sign here.”

As soon as I entered the study, sharp nails pierced my chin.

Shivering, I subdued my trembling body with a cold composure.

Watching the hot blood trickle down her white nails, Yuria extended her pink tongue and licked it off.

More importantly,

the words crudely written on the paper in hand.

Marriage certificate.

And where the blood was flowing from her finger.

“…Do you want to get married now?”

“I decided we should at least process the paperwork immediately. Besides, I have not yet received the honor of conceiving the master’s child.”

“…”

I was speechless.

At this rate, I would be lying on the bed as if my lower body had been torn apart.

The woman’s fiercely staring eyes were terrifying.

“Tomorrow.”

“No. We must sign it right away.”

She stated decisively, and as her nails, steadily rising, pointed towards my neck, I had no choice but to sign.

With a delighted expression, Yuria pushed me onto the bed, subjecting me to a blood transfusion for 12 hours and even demanding that I nap by her side.

The much-anticipated next day.

Despite her aching body, Yuria used the money she had received so far to enhance her appearance.

Even though she already outshone most beauties, her further refined appearance attracted attention from everyone passing by.

On paper, the marriage was complete.

But the ceremony was still pending. And above all, it was a romantic ending for a vampire.

Sharing the first blood meal with the human she loves for a lifetime, having a child… living happily in the mansion. That kind of ending.

She even brought a pretty bouquet with the meaning of eternal love.

It was all for this day.

“Where is the master?”

“Yuria, have you come? If Mr. Ian is here, he may be in the study. But it seems he was talking to someone…”

“Who was it?”

“It sounded like a woman. Seeing him smile, it seemed he was pleased in many ways…”

The butler froze mid-sentence. Seeing her, she quickly grasped the situation in her mind.

But it was already too late.

“I need to go in right away.”

No, I can’t. If I leave it like that, Mr. Ian will be…! The butler, feeling a deeper sense of duty, blocks the doorway with a heavy heart.

“Step aside.”

“…….”

A silence that lasts for 10 seconds.

“Yes.”

He stepped aside.

I’m sorry, Mr. Ian, I had no choice.

It was a betrayal from a trusted subordinate.

…

In front of Ian’s room, Yuria, gripping the doorknob, placed her hand on her chest and took a deep breath.

The Holy Maiden… Rumor has it she’s a 103.6 cm J-cup maiden.

Her gently protruding bosom.

Could it be that she’s not satisfied with her own? No, no. It’s a common tendency for men to prefer even G-cups. She’s the best fit for the master… and…

“……”

A creak.

The iron doorknob bent.

My heart pounded. Was it anger or tension? Now that I was about to meet Ian again, I trembled.

Unlike almost every other field—magic, cooking, daily life, cleaning, and even combat—that I easily excelled at, standing in front of Ian occasionally made me feel absent-minded or shaky.

If… if Ian really has to offer himself to that Holy Maiden…?

And if he rejects my persuasion.

“…I’ll kill him.”

The Kingdom of Sanctity, everything.

Using all the cards at my disposal, even employing the dragon that serves as my trump card, would not be an impossible task.

However, somewhere, a voice tinged with inexplicable sadness softly echoed.

“I… don’t want to. Please, don’t reject me…”

If the master were to do such a thing, he’d get angry. He’d scold. In the end, Yuria knew he would come to dislike it.

If Ian truly disliked it, he wouldn’t do such a thing.

If the target were to become herself.

“…”

I don’t even want to imagine it.

It’s frightening.

Yuria couldn’t bear the hostility he directed towards her.

More than the wound piercing through her heart, it felt like a larger hole had been carved into her chest. Her nose felt hot, as if it had reddened. Now, her eyes were getting warm too.

At the same time, before it’s too late.

The reassurance that he would only look at her and entrust her with responsibility was deeply felt.

I hope he only looks at me.

It was greed.

Honestly, I ran away again yesterday. Repeating the eternal love that vampires give him, providing him with ecstatic pleasure. And being able to survive in danger and live happily.

In a way, it might have just been stubbornness. Wanting to take responsibility because he simply couldn’t trust Ian… something like that.

But. I’m scared.

Every time he sees another woman.

Yes.

Rather than experiencing that pain.

I’d rather lock myself in the basement.

Just the two of us.

Only me.

Only me, forever. Eternally, continuously. Always.

“Living… is what matters.”

Having his child.

Even if facing disdainful gazes from others.

If he rejects me.

Even if I receive his hatred, for my own survival.

To endure further, I must possess him.

“I can’t… destroy you. So, so, please stay by my side.”

The hand that was about to knock paused, and a question came from outside the door.

“May I come in, Master?”

No response.

I trembled.

I already knew Ian’s presence was inside.

But to ignore me…

“It’s not… It’s not that I don’t want to meet…”

No.

That can’t be true.

Still, with no response, I tore open the magically inscribed doorknob.

Surely he must be inside. I repeated this in my mind dozens of times as an excuse.

“Oh, you’re determined to hold out until the end.”

Yuria lightly smashed the door and entered.

The elegant furniture was shattered behind her, but that wasn’t important now.

With wide eyes, Ian, who had collapsed beside me, came into view.

“…Yuria, if you recklessly break the door, you’ll face the wrath of the housekeeper…”

“Now I’ve been appointed as the housekeeper. If anyone dares to interfere with the meeting with the Master…”

Crash, the remnants of the broken doorknob fell to the study floor.

My Master, trembling like a rabbit about to be devoured by a beast, was adorable.

As Yuria examined Ian’s lower body, she seemed surprised when she felt something trapped in her abdomen.

Unexpected.

I heard it’s usually no bigger than a belly button…

As expected of the greatest master, everything else also boasted greatness.

With his index and middle fingers, he undid the buttons on his shirt, revealing the inside. The scent of a maiden, a glimpse of white breasts, and at the same time, a captivating point all stimulated Ian’s gaze.

Lying down as if collapsing onto Ian’s bed, Yuria aligned her navel with his and chuckled softly. “I’ve been lonely without you by my side lately.”

“…”

“Why have you been avoiding me? For a staggering 8 days, 17 hours, 42 minutes, and 18 seconds.”

Receiving no response, Yuria slowly tore the lace, revealing the inside of her thigh to him while simultaneously embracing his neck.

Yuria’s excitement reached its peak, and the loud thumping sound of her heartbeat was temporarily subdued by her power.

A proposal style unique to vampires, heard only from mothers and fathers.

“Wouldn’t you… want to become a vampire like me?”

The question was thrown out.

Contrary to her previous seductive and provocative demeanor, Yuria buried her head in Ian’s embrace, quietly waiting for his answer. She didn’t dare look into his eyes, fearing a cold, disdainful gaze.

Unlike the pounding noise of her heart, as the silence continued, the anxiety entrenched in Yuria’s heart grew larger.

She was on the verge of tears now. If she dirtied his clothes… it wouldn’t be good.

Trembling with the thought, she gathered the courage to apologize immediately.

“Yuria, look at my face for a moment.”

Ian’s voice, breaking the long silence, was remarkably low.

It wasn’t a good sign.

His words pierced her heart like a dagger.

It hurt.

Her heart… hurt terribly.

Frost crept in at the end of her fiercely burning heart.

She couldn’t breathe.

“Humans don’t marry like this.”

Was it because she was a vampire… that he disliked it?

Did he… dislike me?

Leaving me for that pure maiden?

She couldn’t grasp what to say at all.

A sense of despair as all the towers of efforts built up until now collapsed.

The breath caught in her throat, rendering her unable to respond. Even if she showed such a broken and disheveled appearance, her master would only think of her as more useless. At least, to stay by his side, she had to present a better image.

“…I hate it. I hate the master who goes to that woman.”

Yet, even as she held him like this, his embrace was everything. She didn’t want to let go. The thought of this man not being hers in the future filled her mind. Just that thought alone seemed to toll an alarm in her head—a pain that made her heart ache and chest tighten.

No, it couldn’t be. If she wanted to live on, she needed her master. Another plan she had considered earlier came to mind. Tie Ian’s limbs here and kidnap him. Then kill everyone here or escape in the shadows. Kill. Kill. Kill anyone standing in her way. But still… to the end. If he wouldn’t be hers…

“First, humans kiss each other.”

“…?”

For a moment, Yuria’s vision blurred. This…Ian? What am I saying right now?

“First, you kis-”

Suddenly, his rough hand pulled her back as he urgently leaned in, abruptly stopping her breath and initiating a hot, intense deep kiss. The prolonged kiss, long enough for saliva to drip down her throat, soon exerted enough force to almost make Yuria half faint.

“Ah…ahh…Master…ah…”

“How is it? If we’re going to get married, we should start with this, right?”

“Yes, yes…good…I like it.”

Yuria smiled unexpectedly. Completely defenseless, she momentarily abandoned her cold and aloof image, getting lost in his kiss.

Good. Good. Good. Ian was too good. Everything in the world seemed beautiful. Ian, smiling gently, seemed cooler than anyone else, and the fact that he was hers made it even better, better, better.

“I love you, Ian.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

A piercing sensation struck her chest. It was a different chill from the one she felt earlier; it was a joy that transcended limits. A tingling thrill ran through her.

I wanted to say this… I wanted to create this situation…

Is that why you’ve been avoiding yourself like that?

Ian, will your master ever… recognize me?

“You look especially beautiful today, Yuria.”

“…M-Master, Master. Master. Master….”

“Uh, yeah.”

“I-I was really… really… scared… love.. mar-marriage….love… ugh…”

Seeing her bury her face in my chest, tears streaming down endlessly, I genuinely felt happy.

Yuria’s mechanical repetition of different words was also unfamiliar to Ian.

But that was to be expected, it was the ending he had long dreamed of. And the second generation he would gain.

Just as Ian thought she had transitioned with a relieved expression.

“But, Ian. There’s something I’d like to ask.”

“W-What is it?”

“Do you think my chest is small, Master?”

As she said this, she took my hand.

-Squish.

She placed a soft, large mass like a marshmallow on my palm so that she could fondle her own artificial breast.

A heavenly sensation.

And the overwhelming letter G.

It goes without saying that the touch that fulfills dreams every time you touch it made my mouth water, even though it was just a fat lump.

Small…? Is this it?

However, there’s a different feeling about it.

If it was solely for seduction, there were other ways… no, just touching the chest itself was a seduction.

Right now, it feels like the most important choice of my life.

A chilly air rises. The gaze that meets the question is slightly tinged with jealousy.

“Are you lacking in sex appeal?”

“…”

“Please answer. Are you lacking? My ability.”

“No, this is enough compared to others-”

“I know. It’s absurd for a saint to have such an unreasonable breast size. They call it a demonic temptation, right? But I believe that you won’t be captivated by such strangely large breasts. However, you did say we need to… establish a relationship, didn’t you?”

Ouch.

She pinpointed the sore spot and spoke.

If only it wasn’t right in front of the study at that moment… No, if it was inside the mansion, could everyone already hear everything…? So, damn it, PowerInPlay shouldn’t have been done like that…!

However, Master, why does it seem like you’re hardly showing any signs of happiness…?

Yuria’s voice once again carried a chill.

In the past, every time I saw you, my heart was filled with joy. I felt blessed and grateful to possess a body that could properly satisfy you… But since the story of the saintess emerged, you have been avoiding me, particularly… denying me the evidence of your love. Create that proof for me… right here, right now.

Rip.

Yuria’s clothes and mine.

Scattered on the floor as if torn apart.