Episode 67

They said it was hard to get pregnant between different species. If someone like her brother and his human wife wanted a child, they had to take a fertility inducer developed by a vampire doctor. But there was no time to explain all those little details now. All Rosanna could manage was a few breathless words beneath Kyle.

Kyle clenched his jaw and shook his head, clearly on the verge of release but still holding back, trying to pull out. Every time, his will fought back against the enchantment. There hadn’t been a single human who’d resisted her ability this much. She had felt something different about him from the very start… but now wasn’t the time to marvel at it.

“You stubborn idiot…!”

Rosanna clamped down around the man trying to escape. Overwhelmed by the tight pressure, Kyle finally lost his control and climaxed inside her. His urethra twitched, pouring thick seed deep into her womb. His body, acting on primal instinct, kept thrusting, desperate to empty out every last drop.

“Haah…”

As the long release ended, Kyle collapsed on top of Rosanna. Their sweat-slicked bodies stayed connected until the warmth faded. During that time, Rosanna savored the satisfaction, gently threading her fingers through Kyle’s hair where it brushed her cheek. The moment lingered, sweet and quiet.

She wanted to stay like that forever, tangled together, but dawn crept in faster than expected.

“Time to get up. We should go home. To our home.”

Kyle remained quiet. Only after Rosanna gently nudged him did he slowly pull away, his eyes hazy and half-lidded, withdrawing from her with a languid motion.

“Strangely… I’m so sleepy…”

As his flickering vision caught sight of the crucifix above, it hit him. I’ve forsaken the Lord in heaven. Deep down, he instinctively knew—he could never serve God again. Instead, he now belonged to a new master. One with form, one who could cradle his loneliness.

At last, Kyle lost consciousness, collapsing softly against Rosanna just as she sat up. He stood there, unmoving, as if asleep on his feet. The enchantment had run its course—he had fulfilled the command to give in to desire. Maybe that was it.

Normally, her charm didn’t leave side effects, but this time… it made sense to assume there had been one. Kyle’s sense of self had surfaced and submerged repeatedly under the power of her ability—it must’ve created internal strain. Perhaps the sleep was his body’s way of recovering from the backlash of resisting.

Either way, the plan had succeeded. She had finally fulfilled her vow—to become Kyle’s god.

Rosanna, reveling in a weightless bliss, buried her nose into the nape of the man’s slack neck. His scent was stronger than ever, flooding her lungs—an unbearably good smell. The blood flowing just beneath his skin had to taste even better than it smelled.

A special day calls for a toast. What’s there to hesitate for? He’s mine now, after all.

At last, Rosanna bared her fangs and sank them into Kyle’s neck. With a slow draw, the blood flowed into her mouth and slid down her throat. Just one mouthful was enough to send a thrill through her, her heart pounding fast.

“Ah… so good…”

Barely managing to restrain the urge for more, she licked the wound she’d made. Her tongue moved in slow, circular motions, and the bleeding stopped after a few passes. Then, still holding Kyle close, she turned her head slightly to glance back over her shoulder. The crucifix remained hanging on the wall—silent, unmoved, having witnessed it all without offering a single answer.

The vampire who had taken a theology student and turned him into her attachment toy wore a smile shaped like a curve.

Behold, O Lord.

The moment Your servant surrendered to me.

For corruption is a form of worship.

This was a rite for the one who will serve me—

A god born for him alone.

5. The Weight of Affection

He dreamed a sweet dream.

In the dream, fragmented scenes played out. Children running across a small playground. A boy beaming over a neatly wrapped gift. A modest baptism. An aging priest guiding the boy—on the edge between youth and adulthood—somewhere unknown. A boarding school-like backdrop, and peers calling out to him…

In a soundless world, he strained to hear his name—but never did.

After wandering through that dream, he opened his eyes—
and saw the woman lying beside him.

For reasons he couldn’t explain, tears rolled down his cheeks.

“Who… am I?”

The woman said nothing—she simply wiped the tear tracks from his face. Her fingers, kissed by the dawn breeze, were cool to the touch.

“And who are you…?”

She looked like a goddess who had stepped out for a stroll before sunrise. Perhaps this is what the goddess of dawn from the old myths would have looked like.

It was strange. He could find all the words in the world to describe her, yet not a single one to recall himself. His memories felt buried—sunk deep, or perhaps sealed away by his own will. He couldn’t even remember that.

“My memory… I can’t remember anything.”

“It’s all right. Don’t be afraid.”

Just as he turned his eyes to look at her lips, a voice—soft and soothing like a lullaby—echoed through his mind. His eyelids grew heavy.

“Sleep well.”

And with that, he went limp, a hazy weight settling over him as his consciousness drifted away… flying off into the far reaches of a dream.

* * *

Rosanna sat across from the bespectacled attending physician, locked in quiet tension.

It was the second day since Kyle had been admitted. She’d expected him to wake up after a good sleep, but he remained unconscious. Occasionally, he would stir or mumble, but he never fully woke. Unable to leave his side, Rosanna was growing increasingly anxious.

“What’s wrong with him?”

The doctor sighed. He was a vampire who had diagnosed Rosanna’s abilities before and had since become her personal physician. She trusted his skills and the fact that he was one of her own kind, which was why she had entrusted Kyle to him.

“There’s nothing wrong. He just needs time to recover. If you wait, he’ll wake up completely.”

“He said he couldn’t remember anything the last time he briefly woke up.”

The doctor, who had been watching her closely, asked gently, “You mentioned using a special ability… Was there anything unusual?”

“Not particularly. Oh—he did snap out of the enchantment once, just for a moment.”

“That’s quite rare. Might even be worth studying…”

“Try anything stupid and you’ll regret it.”

Rosanna glared, gritting her teeth. Seeing her reaction, the doctor adjusted his glasses with a wary look.

“There’s an old belief that humans with pure souls can resist abilities like yours. If he’s lost his memory, we can assume his mind was damaged during that unconscious resistance.”

“When will his memory return?”

“There’s no way to say for sure. He might remember everything the moment he wakes… or he might never remember it at all.”

Rosanna stared silently at the nameplate on his desk, lost in thought.

“Any other problems aside from the memory loss?”

“None. He’s physically healthy. His collapse was likely a defensive reaction—his body’s way of coping.”

In the end, it was the fault of her charm. As she’d expected, Kyle’s mind had tried to resist, but couldn’t hold out. If he’d accepted it like other humans, he wouldn’t have suffered like this.

“…That’s a relief. As long as there’s nothing else wrong.”

“That’s… unexpected. I thought you’d be demanding we restore his memory immediately.”

“It doesn’t matter if he forgets. Everything before he met me is just a useless past. What matters is the future. Sure, he might be awkward around me at first, but we’ll build new memories together. That’s enough.”

She added silently to herself: It’s better this way, actually. We’ve wiped out all the messy baggage at once. It’s a shame he doesn’t remember that monumental night… but I can just show him again. The joy of his first time.

The doctor, who had been holding back his words, finally spoke at the sight of her sly smile.

“…What exactly is your relationship?”

“Is that relevant to his medical care? I don’t think so.”

Rosanna reached out and knocked over the nameplate. It could’ve been a meaningless gesture, but the doctor felt a clear sense of threat.

Still, he didn’t back down. He was a physician, one who had a deep empathy for humans and strong ethical standards.

“I’m involved now too. I need to be prepared in case anything happens.”

That comment struck a nerve in Rosanna.

“Why does everyone act like something’s bound to go wrong? Do I seem that untrustworthy to you?”

“……”

“Don’t worry. I won’t break the peace treaty.”

“…Assuming I pretend not to notice the bite marks, you mean?”

“What, you thinking of reporting me to the Senate?”

Rosanna’s pale gray eyes gleamed sharply, and she looked ready to bare her fangs. The doctor raised his hands in a calming gesture and fixed his skewed glasses.

“I think you misunderstood. I meant it as a doctor, out of concern for my patient.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“When you get too emotional, you lose control. And when the other person is human, accidents happen. If your relationship might lead to a situation where transfusions or even surgery are needed… it’s best to be prepared.”

Rosanna fell silent.

She had brought Kyle straight here after he fainted in the chapel, without offering a proper explanation. But clearly, the doctor had figured it out—this wasn’t a simple one-night affair. She’d left marks all over him, staking her claim so obviously that no one could pretend not to notice.

The nurses had probably talked, too. When they tried to change Kyle’s clothes, the “guardian” had stopped them and insisted on dressing him herself.

It had been Rosanna’s first time dressing someone else—she’d always had maids for that. But this time had been different. She hadn’t expected to become so protective over Kyle. Even without the bite marks, she hadn’t wanted the nurses seeing him bare. It might’ve just been work for them, but no one could look at Kyle and remain unaffected.

And to make it worse, one of the nurses had red hair. Why were all the women who flocked to Kyle redheads? It was irritating.