“Episode 52”
As Ray’s thoughts spiraled further, her imagination became more vivid. Overturning Clothan onto the bed and sinking her teeth into his pale neck seemed like a rather enticing plan.
“Hah.”
Amidst the tingling sensation in his hand, Clothan chuckled incredulously. “Yesterday, you were devouring me so eagerly.”
Yesterday?
“Have you grown tired of it already?”
What nonsense. Yesterday? If that’s the case……
The dream where she licked blood like a mad person. Ray shuddered as she remembered the sickly sweet taste of the blood. The sensation of engulfing warm blood was vivid in her memory. Ray approached Clothan with slow, deliberate steps.
Like a patient predator on the hunt, she was leisurely but precise in her goal. His outstretched wrist seemed irresistibly tempting. There was a tangle of guilt about not wanting to harm her husband, yet a desire to steal and drink his blood lingered in the corners of her conscience, all muddled up in Ray’s mind.
“Just a little, I’ll just have a little. It won’t hurt. I can make sure it doesn’t hurt.” Perhaps he would get scared and try to flee. Ray clutched Clothan’s wrist tightly, unable to contain herself.
“It’s okay to have more.”
“Really?”
Ray’s eyes, filled with desire, widened at the unexpected news. Like an eager accomplice, she eagerly nodded her head, then firmly gripped his wrist with both hands to immobilize him. Finally, she opened her mouth, and the fangs pierced his flesh.
At first, there was the sour taste of blood spreading, followed by a sweet wave that covered it. It felt like floating in a sweet ocean, unable to swim away. The awkwardness of drinking blood disappeared completely.
“Haa…”
Clothan, offering his wrist, leaned against the pillar, emitting a satisfied groan and a gentle smile. Of course, Ray, who was busy burying her face and drinking, didn’t notice his expression.
“Ray.”
Suddenly, Clothan’s mischievous side emerged. What would happen if he pulled his hand away? “Ah!”
As he lifted his wrist slightly, Ray’s gaze, which had been attached like a suckling baby, turned hostile. It was a glare akin to someone who had just had their belongings stolen before their eyes. The reaction was immediate. With a strength that made one wonder if this delicate person was real, Ray seized him and finally managed to part her lips to speak.
“Stay still.”
Upon hearing those words, Clothan, feeling even more delighted, didn’t want to stop playing.
“Like this?”
As he gently shook his wrist to detach her, the reaction became more intense.
“I said, stay still!”
Empowered by the drugs, Ray grabbed him as if tearing apart his prey and, as if afraid the prey might escape, pushed him over onto the bed.
Amidst the sudden gust of wind, Ray quickly grabbed Clothan’s neck with both hands and buried her shoulder into it. The hunter caught in a wicked prank finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Clothan hugged her comfortably so she could feed. Already in a tightly bonded state that couldn’t be further apart but closer. Completely addicted to the blood of the hunted beast.
It seemed she was quite an exciting hunter for the future. Her obsession and rage toward her prey were unmatched.
So far, there was nothing more satisfying in Clothan’s life than this.
