The morning sun poured into the courtyard, painting the Academy's gothic towers in warm golden light. Valentin awoke with a mixture of excitement and dread. His body throbbed with hunger, not just for blood, but for the strange, overwhelming allure of the students around him. Every heartbeat of every girl in the courtyard pulsed through his senses, teasing him, urging him forward. He shivered, a mixture of arousal and anxiety tightening in his chest.
Moka was already waiting for him, her pink hair catching the sunlight, wings fluttering slightly. "Today," she said softly, "we begin your first controlled feeding exercises. You must learn to draw blood without causing harm… and to focus your instincts." Her eyes glinted knowingly, the curve of her lips hinting at both amusement and anticipation.
Valentin swallowed, feeling his fangs brush against his lips. The thought of biting real students was terrifying and exhilarating in equal measure. "I… I'll try," he said, attempting to sound confident, though his voice shook.
Moka nodded, leading him toward a small training area roped off from the main courtyard. Inside, several students waited—Miia, Papi, Kurumu, and Yukari among them—all smiling mischievously, their eyes alight with curiosity.
"Alright," Moka began, "Valentin, start with Miia. She will allow you to taste her blood. Remember: control, precision, and respect. And… try not to get too distracted."
Miia, the lamia, coiled her serpentine tail around herself, grinning nervously. "I… I don't mind," she said softly, her cheeks pink. "Just… please be gentle." Valentin's heart raced, not only from the hunger coursing through his veins but from the sheer erotic tension radiating from her. He nodded, stepping closer, aware that his fangs tingled in anticipation.
As he leaned in, his hands trembling, he tried to steady his thoughts. Remember the lessons Moka gave you, he told himself. Focus on the blood, not the sensation of her skin beneath his fingers. Yet, as his lips brushed Miia's neck, the heat of her body, the soft gasp she let out, and the subtle scent of her pulse overwhelmed him. His first bite was clumsy, shallow, but enough. The taste of warm, sweet blood hit his tongue, sending a shiver down his spine.
"Oh!" Miia gasped, biting her lip to stifle a moan. Valentin froze, eyes wide, realizing that his feeding had elicited a reaction far beyond his expectation.
"Relax," Moka instructed softly, floating beside him. "Control comes with experience. Let it flow naturally, but never let it dominate you. Use your senses… your instincts… but master them."
Valentin nodded, swallowing the surge of excitement. Each drop of Miia's blood strengthened him, awakening faint sparkles of crimson in his vision. He felt the first stirrings of his blood arcane, the strange power that would allow him to forge his abilities as he matured. His fangs had barely pierced the surface, yet he felt the energy flowing, surging inside him like wildfire.
"Next," Moka said, motioning toward Papi, the tiny harpy flapping nervously. "She is quick, and her blood carries… unusual properties. Focus."
Papi chirped nervously, but her eyes sparkled with curiosity. "I… I hope you're careful!" she squeaked. Valentin moved, more confident now, guided by the thrill of the first feeding. His bite was precise, shallow, and controlled. Yet, as the tiny harpy gasped in surprise and delight, he felt an odd, exhilarating heat crawling across his body, an undeniable mixture of power and arousal.
Kurumu watched from the side, leaning lazily on a pillar, her succubus aura radiating heat that made Valentin's chest tighten. "Oh? Our little vampire is learning fast," she purred. Her gaze lingered, teasing, provocative. "I wonder how well you'll handle me when it's my turn."
Valentin's cheeks burned. The thought of biting Kurumu—the succubus, with all her charm and seductive intent—made his fangs ache with anticipation. "I-I'll do my best," he stammered.
Before he could act, Yukari zipped around him, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh-ho! Don't forget about me, newbie! I'm fast… and feisty!" She darted around him teasingly, forcing him to chase her clumsily, his mind torn between hunger, desire, and sheer embarrassment.
The morning turned into a chaotic ballet of bites, teasing, and comical mishaps. Miia's tail coiled around him accidentally, sending him stumbling into Papi. Kurumu's teasing forced him into awkward positions, while Yukari's speed made him spin in dizzying circles. Each feeding session strengthened his body, awakened his blood arcanes, and brought small thrills of erotic tension.
Moka observed silently, her expression a mixture of pride and amusement. "Good. Remember, Valentin… your power grows not just from your skill, but from your interactions, your… connections." She allowed the implication to hang in the air. The harem, the bites, the pleasure—they were tools, lessons, and power sources all at once.
By the afternoon, Valentin's stamina was tested in a new way. Moka announced the first mini-tournament, Sang-de-Fer, a simple combat exercise where students would demonstrate skills gained during training. His opponents were a mix of classmates, but his harem, Miia, Papi, Kurumu, and Yukari, cheered him on with teasing encouragements, their laughter and flirtation adding a distracting yet intoxicating layer to the fights.
His first match was against a lamia student, agile and sharp. Valentin focused, his newly strengthened fangs and partial blood arcane coursing with energy. Each movement was precise, a dance between offense and defense, yet the heat of embarrassment and the awareness of his harem's eyes on him made him falter occasionally. A comedic stumble sent him spinning, accidentally knocking into Miia, who squealed, causing Yukari to giggle uncontrollably.
Despite the awkwardness, Valentin tasted victory when he managed a controlled bite, channeling a small surge of his blood arcane, marking the first successful tactical use of his new abilities. The cheers from his harem were accompanied by flushed faces, playful pinches, and soft teasing about his clumsiness and over-eagerness.
The rest of the afternoon was a blur of matches: small victories, humiliating slips, accidental touches, and eroticized moments that strengthened his bond with the girls while advancing his blood progression system. By the end, he was exhausted, physically and emotionally, yet thrilled by the combination of success, pleasure, and comedy.
As twilight approached, Moka gathered him and the harem. "Today you have learned the importance of control, connection, and courage. Tomorrow, we build on this… with new challenges, new tournaments, and new lessons in both battle and desire." Her eyes lingered on Valentin, hinting that the coming days would be even more intense, more perverse, and more rewarding.
Valentin collapsed onto a bench, panting, fangs glinting in the fading light. His thoughts spun with the images, sensations, and laughter of the day. He had bitten, been teased, been embarrassed, and yet he felt the first stirrings of power awakening within him. This world, chaotic and erotic as it was, had already begun to shape him into the vampire he was destined to become.
And above all, he knew that his journey—his harem, his battles, and his mastery of the blood system—had only just begun.