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“Ah, gah…!”

A shadow. A shadow is clinging to her..
With a single flick of my finger, I could snap her neck—my cute, adorable shadow.
In fact, all of her companions have met that fate and lie mangled at her feet. She’s the only one left.

“P-please… I beg you, next time, next time… I promise…!”
“Eeh~? I don’t care about that anymore. I’ve already changed my mind.”

‘I want to eat some Minotaur meat.’ Thus was the simple favor I asked of them, yet they denied me even that. I’m so disappointed.
My stomach, tired of waiting, has completely changed its mind. Right now, I have no interest in Minotaur meat.
I stroke her trembling cheek and feel it wet. Cute—she’s crying.
I move my finger to her neck and dig my nails in—just a little, just a tiny bit. “Eek,” she says. Hehehe, this is so funny. She looks like a frog.

“Oh…?”

I hear the sound of water. A vulgar sound, like someone pouring tea badly.
I look down and see a large puddle has formed. Ahaha…♪

“Did you wet yourself? Hehehe, don’t be so scared. I’m going to do something really nice for you now.”
“No, no way! No, no, no, no, no! Please spare me…!”
“Oh? Do you want me to snap your neck like those vulgar boys lying over there?”
“Eek…”
“That’s right, just be a good girl, okay? …You’re not going to be saved anyway.”

I had intended to dispose of them from the very beginning. The current situation is merely a slight deviation from the original plan.
Whether I kill them after receiving the Minotaur’s meat or kill them without receiving it—that’s all the differences I care about..
The moment she heard my words, her small green eyes widened. Her trembling lips tried to form words.

“Charm”

Whether it was a plea for mercy or an insult, I didn’t want to hear any filthy language before my meal. I silenced her with magic.
She’s a black market dealer whose name I don’t even know, but she’s incredibly cute. Being a girl and a black market dealer—she must have a tough life.
Her round, green eyes are so beautiful. Her red hair is a bit damaged, which is a shame, but for someone hailing from the underworld, she’s still quite pretty.
Above all, the way she’s so scared of me that she even wet herself is incredibly cute.
It’s a pity that the spell of enchantment has stripped her expression of emotion, but I’m going to make her feel incredibly good from now on, so it’ll be okay.

“Now, drown.”

I sink my fangs into the nape of her neck and bite down.
Piercing a girl’s soft skin is always a pleasure. A man’s vulgar body feels unpleasant to bite into.
I slurp up the warm liquid that gushes out. It’s incredibly sweet, a taste that makes my brain tingle. It’s wonderful.

“Agh, aaaah!?”

I make sure the spell’s effect wears off the moment I bite down. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to enjoy this kind of reaction.
I used shadow magic to restrain her as she thrashed about, and continued to feed.
Her resistance lasted only a few seconds. In just a few seconds, she abandons her own thoughts.

“Ah, hi… ufufu, fufufu… hya, hii!”

The words escaping her words started to turn into gibberish as I made her blood my own.
The sensation of the blood passing through my throat and into my stomach, spreading throughout my entire body, is addictive no matter how many times I experience it.
For a vampire that I am, drinking blood is the ultimate pleasure. Even this girl, who didn’t grant my wish, serves me well. Men are just trash, though.

“Ah, ahh, mm… ahah, ahah…”
“Mmm. It’s okay, I’ll suck it all out for you… slurp, mm.”
“Hehehe… ahahah… mmah, an… kfu, hehe.”

……So this one laughs, huh?

There are roughly three types of expressions shown by girls whose hearts have been broken by the pleasure I give them.
Girls who laugh, girls who cry, and girls who remain in a state of ecstasy. This girl seems to be the type who laughs.
Every single one of them is so cute that I just want to suck on them slowly and thoroughly.
I’ll keep giving her the ultimate pleasure right up until the very end, loving her completely and breaking her.

“Ah, ahahaha… It feels so… good… hwa…”
“Mmm… Does it feel good? Want more?”
“More! I want more! I want more of this good feeling!”
“Oh my… If you keep this up, you’ll die, you know? Is that okay?”
“Okay! It’s okay! I’m not afraid of anything anymore! The world is so beautiful! It’s sparkling! More! I don’t care if I die!! I don’t care if I disappear!!”
“Hehe… You’re sooo cute. You’re such a good girl. Now, tell me you love me.”
“I love you… Lady Elsie!”
“Thank you. I love you too.”

I hold her slender body close as she clings to me, giving her exactly what she wants.
Since she’s giving me everything—even her own life—I have to cherish her right up until her very last moment.
Every time I touch her with my open hand, she responds with a sweet reaction; it’s so adorable. The room is filled only with the sound of wet slapping, her laughter, and my heavy breathing.

“Ah, hmm…”
“Hehe… It’s okay, no matter how many times you come. Let’s just melt away together like this, shall we?”
“H-hmm… y-yes…”
“Hmm… mmm, chuu…”

Clinging to each other like lovers, we lose ourselves in the act. She gives me everything, and I love every part of her—a fleeting, sweet moment.
Little by little, the strength drains from her body, and she grows cold. Her heartbeat grows weaker by the second, foreshadowing the end of this intense moment.
She gave me her life without a single regret, even as it dwindled away. Until the very end, she called my name and whispered that she loved me.
I found her utterly precious, and I drank her in, leaving not a single drop behind. I made every faint, fading beat of her heart mine forever.

“Phew… you’re completely drained now… It’s okay, you’re so beautiful…”

I kissed her cheek—now silent—and let her go.
I closed my eyes and summoned my power: Blood Reading, a special ability possessed by vampires.
My Blood Reading isn’t particularly strong. At best, I can dig up a few days’ worth of memories. That’s enough.

……I’m curious as to why they failed.

I’d better check why I couldn’t get my hands on some Minotaur meat.
If some vulgar man was getting in the way, I’ll have to tear him to pieces… won’t I?

“Oh my… oh my, oh my! Who is this girl…!?”

In her memories, she was using a magic spell to zoom in and look at the girl
Silver hair bathed in the evening sunlight. Snow-white skin. Sleepy eyes.
Slightly pointed ears and fangs, and red eyes—undeniable proof that she was one of my kind.
A silver-haired vampire—and a Daywalker, no less.

“Ah, aaaah…”

I took a liking to her at first sight.
Her dreamy, bright red eyes. So cute. Cute, cute, cute.
Those tiny fangs. I want to lick them all over. I wonder how good it would feel to bury my face in her silver hair and take a deep breath.
If I sank my fangs into her tiny neck and sucked gently, what kind of face would she make? Would she laugh? Cry? Go into a daze?

“I’m curious. So, so curious…”

A sharp, burning sensation wells up deep in my chest. My whole body tingles, and a feverish sigh escapes my lips.

……Cute, cute, cute!

What is that girl?! A legendary Daywalker! I never heard their cuteness was legendary too!
I want her to be mine. No matter what. No, absolutely.
The thing I’ve been searching for forever has finally been found.
Her silver hair will surely look great against my blonde hair. I wonder how picturesque it would be if the two of us sank into bed together… Ah, ah!

“I’ve decided!”

This girl will be my bride.
Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely.
A fleeting relationship like the one with that girl lying at my feet would be a waste. I’ll make her mine forever. My very own, cute bride.

“Now that it’s decided, I oughta notify all my servants!”

I send my thoughts to my cute servants, bound to me by Blood Contract. About my future bride.
I share my memories with them, burning her image into the hearts of my servants.

“You heard me, didn’t you? You saw her, didn’t you? I’m going to make that girl my wife. Search for her, find her, capture her. Hehe… If any of you dare to taste her, I’ll tear you to pieces, you hear?”

Ah, what kind of dress should I have her wear? I must choose something that suits her much, much better than that dowdy robe!
I want to throw a grand wedding reception. I’ll invite lots of guests. And I want to flaunt our lovemaking in front of every single one of them.
Of course, it’s just for show—no touching allowed.

“Fufu, fufufu… Fufufu… I’m looking forward to it. Sooo much. …Bandersnatch! Get ready!!”

I call out to my dog and shake out the dress. I get ready to go out and prepare for the reception.
Well then, it looks like things are about to get really fun—and really busy.