episode_0081

“Really?”

Tachibana’s eyes flashed for a moment like those of a predator.

When I turned my body, a pure white nape of the neck filled my gaze.

Even though the body odor had faded as it got wet in the bath water, it was no problem for vampires whose senses were more sensitive than those of ordinary people.

It’s provocative.

Each person has their own unique body scent, but among them, Haru’s body scent was particularly strange and alluring.

“I don’t think I can give you much, but… .”

“Oh, it’s okay. I’m the type to keep in touch. Huh… Legal blood sucking with Haru unnie… … .”

Tachibana shivered with the rush of pleasure.

“What’s wrong? Why is your body suddenly… .”

Haru, who saw that sight, muttered while worrying about Tachibana’s condition.

“Oh, no. No. Don’t worry about it.”

As Haru showed her kindness, her unique scent became stronger and tormented Tachibana.

A sweet yet mysterious smell that awakens the appetite that has been dormant for a long time. It was a smell that aroused the primal desires of females, a smell that I had never smelled before from a woman.

“Haa… Haa… Sister… … .”

It is said that bloodsuckers experience great pleasure and the risk of addiction, but if they sucked blood like this, Tachibana himself would be the first to become addicted.

Gulp─

While Tachibana was intoxicated by the scent of the day and was wandering around, his empty stomach was urging him to fill it up quickly.

“Hurry up, before I change my mind.”

At that sound, Harudo slightly turned his gaze as if he was dazed, and Tachibana, whose hunger had reached its limit, swallowed the saliva that had collected under his tongue and stammered in an excited voice.

“Ah, will you? Are you sure you will?”

“You did it last time without asking… Is it dangerous or something?”

“Ah, no, it won’t be life-threatening, but… … .”

There is delicious food in front of you.

Even though it was a taste I already knew, it was even harder to resist.

It’s past time to discuss risk.

Tachibana’s head was filled with the desire to bite the pure white nape of the neck in front of him.

“It’s still a bit scary… .”

“I won’t hurt you… so please bear with it for a little longer!”

Soon, Tachibana’s lips opened and viscous saliva began to drip out, and the vampire’s saliva, with its increased appetite and numbing properties, took away all of Haru’s senses.

Crunch─

“Huh… … .”

As Tachibana put his arms under Haru’s armpits and hugged her, the bath water that had been filling the bathtub overflowed.

Shh …

A tiny hole made with a fang, through which honey, the elixir of life, seeps out.

At that moment, the light that had been shining in Haru’s eyes slowly began to fade, and he began to be filled again with an indescribable, gentle pleasure.

“T… Ta, Tachibana… .”

Haru’s groin area gradually narrowed, and slender arms wrapped around Tachibana’s waist.

From Tachibana’s perspective, it was truly a golden opportunity. However, Tachibana was suffering from such agony that he couldn’t even notice the opportunity.

The slippery sensation unique to School Mizu touches her exposed abdomen. Every time a part of her lover flows in through the gap, a tickling heat spreads throughout her body, and the hand touching her spine twitches, tempting her to cross the line.

One, not yet.

Hiding in momentary pleasures may make it easier to reach your goals, but it is only a shortcut to destruction.

Even if you get an unexpectedly good result, it won’t be what you wanted.

“Chooup… .”

Tachibana left his regret behind and took his lips away from Haru’s nape.

The saliva, dyed crimson by mixing with blood, flowed thinly and then suddenly stopped, and Tachibana sat up, wiping the erotic sight that was once again arousing his impulses from his eyes.

“You won’t have any strength left for a while, so Haru, sit down a little longer and come out. Rub the bitten area so it doesn’t get bruised… .”

Haru tilted her head with a blank expression at Tachibana’s suddenly stiff tone of speech, but Tachibana simply shut his eyes tightly and ran out of the bathroom.

Then suddenly.

Tachibana, who just stuck his head out of the shower room door, smiled bashfully and expressed his thanks.

“I ate well… .”

It was the most polite thing Tachibana could show, as he was on the verge of losing his senses.

* * *

“Unnie Haru, do you want to watch AV?”

As I was getting up after taking a short break as Tachibana had suggested, a question came flying in out of nowhere from outside the bathroom.

AV…?

Common sense would likely misunderstand it as an abbreviation for adult video, but I was not caught up in that common sense as I have seen many similar pranks in comics and animation.

AV. It’s obviously an abbreviation for Animal Video, so they’re probably just trying to make fun of it.

Here, let’s shamelessly accept it and embarrass Tachibana.

“AV is good. I’ll be out soon, so watch it first!”

Since I didn’t have anything to wear right away, I put on the robe provided by the hotel and went outside, drying my head with a large, thick towel.

[Ahhh… Ahhh… Ahhh…!]

Is that a video with a cat? The crying sound is a bit loud….

[Onesama… Aaah… .]

“What, what are you looking at!”

“It’s AV? Did Haru like it too?”

Tachibana is sitting on the bed, watching AV very leisurely.

On the large TV screen, two women, still in their original state at birth, are seen passionately… … .

Bba-

“Why are you like that?”

“Oh, no… .”

As I hurriedly turned off the TV, Tachibana asked with a shameless face, and I was speechless, holding the remote control and mumbling.

“I chose it carefully because my older sister said she would watch it too… .”

I should say it while pouting my lips and saying “Phew─”.

“I was mistaken… .”

Instead, I was left speechless when he confidently accepted it, so I muttered while covering my burning face with a towel.

No, more than that, Tachibana turning on AV is problematic in many ways beyond the ethical aspect.

“Ugh… Isn’t this usually a paid service?”

“Oh, how did Haru know that? As expected, she likes… … .”

“Oh, no! That’s common sense!”

Actually, I couldn’t sleep so I was watching TV, and I happened to find a channel that required a password. It was a channel that provided unlimited service with a monthly payment. The password was definitely the default ‘0000’, but I definitely didn’t pay for it. There is a future at home.

“Is this common sense…? I definitely needed to pay. When I registered my mother’s card, it worked right away?”

“Why would you do that… What would you do if you got caught… .”

I wonder if AV payment history will show up on my mother’s card… .

Beyond the shock and amazement, worry and a headache come to mind.

So, as I frowned and rubbed my pounding head, Tachibana said it was nothing and just fell back on the bed.

“I think you’ll like it. It seems like you want to see your granddaughter as soon as possible.”

“What, cow, granddaughter?”

Tachibana spoke in a dreamy, happy voice, but my head couldn’t follow the dream.

When you say granddaughter, you mean Tachibana’s daughter?

No, let’s say I made a hundred concessions and decided that she was my granddaughter.

“How did you raise a child in the first place… .”

“I can do it.”

A voice strangely confident.

“So how… .”

“Do you want to hear?”

I had a feeling that I shouldn’t get deeply involved.

But human curiosity has always come before fear, and I was no different.

“Yeah… … .”

“Then please dry my hair.”

Tachibana jumped out of bed and grabbed a hairdryer from the dressing table.

“Here. I think you can hear my voice well. Oh, when my hair dries, Haru Unnie will do it for you too.”

Then he sat down under the bed, turned on the dryer on low setting, and handed it to me.

Long, voluminous white hair. The shiny, vibrant white hair, not that of an old man, evoked a different feeling.

“Um… Where should I start? I guess I should start with the story about the original vampire… .”

The moment I carefully touched her clean and beautiful hair, worried that it might get damaged, a story of unreality began to come out of Tachibana’s mouth.

“The original vampire… So, Jinjo was originally a girl from a small village.”

The small village where Jinjo was born relied solely on farming to sustain its food supply for the year, and when the time came, the entire village would gather to offer sacrifices to the god of abundance.

As the years passed, the number of outsiders became less and less, and the number of villagers gradually decreased, but for them, how to survive the immediate winter was more important than the distant future.

It was the same that day.

The crops were all reduced to a handful of dirt by an untimely typhoon. An unprecedentedly harsh winter began, and one day, while the villagers were barely surviving, shoulder to shoulder with their stomachs rotting, the villagers began to collapse one by one, bleeding.

Outsiders were not allowed in. No one could go out to call a doctor, despite the blizzard. People accepted death indifferently, thinking it was the god of abundance who was angry.

When everyone ended their lives with blood pouring out of their bodies, only one girl, who was truly ordinary, was left in the village.

The girl could not accept reality and tried to take her life several times. However, the embers in her heart would not go out, and she had to face the terrible hunger as if she wanted to live.

A long time had passed since the girl was left alone, and there were no more living creatures with blood left in the village.

Now she was no longer hungry. Instead, an endless loneliness came over her.

The girl began to create new creatures using the blood of the villagers she had been drinking. The family she had eaten first and become one with, the neighboring family who always smiled and shared their crops with her, and even the people on the other side of the village whom she had only met a few times.

But the creatures that were created in a hurry were too weak. Because they were weak, they quickly approached death, and when death came, they were consumed by some desire.

Reproductive drive.

The creature demanded new life from its creator.

My older brother, my father, the man next door, the boy I secretly had a crush on, and the only teacher in the village who was blunt and prickly.

A large number of men rushed to the girl, the only being capable of creating life.

The girl accepted them all silently.

Although it was painful enough to the point of death, and at times she even thought it would be better to be alone, the girl said that it was her own work and was embraced by all the men in the village and carried their seeds.

The long, fleeting years passed by again.

Although it was a hellish time for the girl, the town regained its former vitality.

New faces. But the smell was not unfamiliar. I couldn’t remember all the men who came to my bedroom, but I could instinctively recognize the smells engraved on their bodies.

The girl grew weaker day by day, and it was obvious.

Now, the time has finally come to put an end to it.

The men of the village still raped the girls. To have offspring. To leave their seed to the king.

During the day, the village girls would come and look after the girl. When her condition improved, the men would come and sow seeds and have children.

So the girl’s body had no time to get better, and eventually she was able to face the death she had secretly hoped for.

The emotion the girl felt at the brink of death was none other than resentment.

He was just lonely. He could have created other descendants besides himself.

The girl, who no longer had the energy to appeal her grievances, grew resentful and hated the past, and that hatred only bore fruit at the end of her life.

Curse of blood.

This curse placed on the male vampire had the same effect as the plague that spread through the village.

Since they were originally vampires with strong vitality, they did not immediately end their lives. However, the male vampires were clearly weakening, and as their strength disappeared, they began to slowly be eliminated from the village.

Eventually, there were no more vampires left in the village that could continue to reproduce.

That wasn’t much of a problem for long-lived vampires.

Yeah, for now.

Wheeee …

“Unnie Haru, I think my hair is going to burn out soon… .”

“Sniff… .”

I was so immersed in the story that at one point I stopped and just sniffed my nose.

Is that why you asked me to dry your hair?

At first, I had a hard time concentrating because of the noise from the dryer, but as time passed, I became absorbed in the story, making Tachibana’s consideration seem meaningless.

“So… Ugh… What does that have to do with my granddaughter… .”

My impressions were similar to those I had when I watched a movie or read a novel.

Even though it was heartbreaking and made me cry, in the end it just felt like a story far removed from reality. Tachibana just spoke indifferently, like someone reading a book.

So, rather than being shocked by the tragedy, I was more curious about the unknown.

“Let’s change seats. This time, I’ll stop you.”

“Yeah… … .”

I accepted the tissue Tachibana offered me, sat down in front of the bed, and hugged my knees.

Daughter.

Wheeee …

A gentle breeze begins to blow again.

Tachibana’s soft voice, like a gentle breeze, followed.

“The vampires who were left with only women had other problems.”

“You can’t leave any descendants… right?”

“It’s not wrong, but… it’s a more primitive and unproductive desire than the desire to reproduce.”

“Unproductive… ?”

As I tilted my head in question, Tachibana gently ran his fingers down the back of my neck and whispered in my ear.

“Lust. A lost lust has taken over the village girls.”