I pull my fangs out of her neck and lick the wound, sealing the two small holes. Once that's done, I tilt my head back slightly.
We're only a few centimeters apart, close enough to see her cheeks flush and feel the heat radiating off her body against mine.
Her long lashes flutter shyly. Even though she's trying to keep her usual irritated and serious Touka face, she can't hide the blush that gives her away. Even her normally sharp eyes look bigger now, giving her a vulnerable appearance.
I glance down for a second and focus on her lips.
There's a bit of my blood staining the corner of her mouth, and I watch her stick out the tip of her pink tongue to lick it clean.
For a second or two, the idea of biting her lips too settles into my head.
"...W-what are you staring at?"
Her voice yanks me out of that urge to kiss the pretty girl in my arms. Thinking about it, I laugh quietly.
"I was thinking about kissing you. But you interrupted me, so now I'll have to think about something else. What a shame."
Her cheeks go from pink to red in less than a second, and she starts struggling again, trying to get off my lap.
"I-idiot! Let go of me!"
"I refuse."
I rest my chin on top of her head, and as if the gesture were some kind of calming magic, the struggling stops. I know several tricks like this for settling down the girls around me in different ways. With Touka, for example, she calms down instantly if I rub her head with my hand, or in this case, if I rest my chin on her head. This last one usually works better on her.
"You're not going to turn into a vampire."
"...Really?"
"Really."
There's a reason I've only recently dared to bite and drink the blood of someone important to me. Touka is actually the first out of all the girls I care about that I've bitten in order to feed.
Until not that long ago, I was afraid the same thing would happen to them as happened to the others, that whenever I bit something, that being would turn into a piece of rotting, foul-smelling flesh.
It wasn't until a few weeks ago that I could regulate that and stop turning my prey into masses of disgusting meat.
On top of that, I'm a glutton. In most cases I drain my enemies completely just to feel a little satisfied.
That said, I have to admit that Touka's blood is far better for me, infinitely better than any blood I've tasted so far. It's so delicious that I want to savor it slowly. Is it because she's someone I love? Or has her feeding on my blood all this time made her own blood taste exquisite?
I think it's the second one, but since she's a girl I love, her blood, which already happens to be delicious, becomes so much better.
"In that case..."
Touka tilts her head to the left and, looking slightly away from my face, exposes more of her neck.
I watch her for a couple of seconds, then smile and blink innocently.
"I don't understand what you mean."
Her shy expression flipped a switch in my head. I wanted to tease her more, to have her show me that cute face one more time.
But...
"Tch...!"
Faced with my teasing, her patience doesn't last even a second. Before I can laugh, I feel her hand behind my head, grabbing my hair, and with one pull my face is buried in her neck.
"Shut up, you pervy vampire, and start drinking already!"
My breath as I laugh at her reaction brushes her skin, making her shiver even more.
Deciding not to torture her any longer, I give her a small kiss right where I'm going to bite, and she lets out a shaky sigh in response, and only then do I sink my fangs in.
Touka, almost at the same moment, sinks hers into my neck again.
"?!"
My eyes open at something I didn't expect.
While the two of us bite and drink from each other at the same time, all the flavor and the sensation I'm experiencing multiplies at least tenfold. The blood entering my mouth suddenly seems far richer and more complex, sending tingles that spread from my neck down to my toes.
Not even when I got my sense of taste back so I could enjoy human food was I this thrilled.
"Ngh~ mmf~"
The same thing seems to be happening to Touka. Sitting on my lap, she wiggles her bottom between my thighs, searching for the perfect position, and only once she's settled herself properly does she stop moving her hips provocatively and clings to me even tighter, without even worrying or feeling embarrassed about the little moans of pleasure escaping her lips.
I see that Touka's upper aura is a brilliant yellow. It's a happiness so pure that even though it's only an illusory layer, it feels like it burns my pupils.
The lower aura, on the other hand, is a thick crimson that pulses and writhes. That crimson color only appears when affection reaches the highest possible level.
Hm.
Until now she'd been holding at the dark red that shows obsession and dependence, but this time she has officially entered yandere territory.
That makes my chest feel warm and pleasant.
After a while, we both stop at the same time without either of us saying anything. We retract our fangs in sync, and I lean my head back a little to look at her.
Touka looks at me too.
Her blue eyes are half closed, and there seems to be a watery, misty spring in them, which gives her an intoxicated air. Along with the flushed crimson cheeks, the slightly parted lips and a thin thread of my blood running down the corner of her mouth, she is cute enough in that moment to make me hold my breath.
So I start leaning forward. She doesn't look away and starts leaning in too, just as slowly.
Maybe a centimeter left. I can feel her warm breath brushing the tip of my nose.
—Piip! Piip! Pii! Piip!
The alarm clock on the nightstand goes off at full volume.
Damn it. Touka, did you seriously set an alarm? What for?
I wanted to slap my palm against my face, but having Touka in my arms stops me, though because of that I feel her entire body jolt as if she'd been electrocuted. She leaps backward with enough force to break out of my hold, losing her balance in midair.
Landing with one foot beside the bed, she flaps her arms like a bird trying not to fall over, and finally manages to steady herself.
Her face is dyed red and her chest rises and falls with her ragged breathing.
I watch her with amusement while she avoids looking in my direction, choosing instead to stare at the alarm clock like she wants to smash it into the floor and then stomp on it a hundred times.
"N-no, no, it's not what it looks like! This isn't what it looks like! I just, I, I was hungry, and you, you..."
"I didn't say anything."
"Shut up, Arata! Hmph!"
She grabs a pillow and throws it at my face.
Heh.
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