79 21st Statement: Intrusion 2 (1/2)

Vampire bloodsucking means more than just sucking blood.

As demons with a variety of terrifying abilities, including monstrous strength, the ability to regenerate, and the ability to transform into a wolf, bat, or fog (which I don't have yet), we are called ”bloodsucking” demons instead of ”fog demons” or ”wolf demons,” probably because our powers are the most terrifying to ordinary people.

As far as I could feel after becoming a vampire and receiving Senri's blood many times, blood-sucking is a way to replenish energy, a reproductive act that gives strong pleasure to the self, a means of communication, and a humiliation of the soul.

Anecdotes of wretches who were sucked and charmed by vampires exist all over the world.

Through the act of bloodsucking, I came to know Senri. When I sipped the blood of Arbatos, I felt as if I were reliving his life.

Senri and Albatross did not show any visible changes after the bloodsucking, but that was because they were extremely strong mentally, not because they had normal reactions.

It's no wonder Monica was afraid of me sucking her blood.

She was intelligent. And so she knew she wasn't very strong.

Three bites. That's how many it took for me to win Monica over.

I knew demons were generally stronger than humans, but apparently not only in spirit.

At the stage of one bite, there was still a strong resistance. With two bites, the resistance weakened, and with three bites, she gave in and became a pathetic being that could only writhe and beg for mercy.

Monica was a useful teaching tool for me to properly measure my strength.

I can't take her with me forever. I am Senri's ally, and Monica is his enemy. But even without that, I wouldn't have accepted Monica.

Because it doesn't make sense. She is too weak. If Monica has any value, it's only as bait. So I should have chewed Monica thanks for giving me a reason to do so.

Monica's skin and flesh were soft, and her blood was very sweet, as the smell suggested. Senri's blood was sweet, too, but Monica's was a stewed sweetness that stuck to the back of her throat. The viscosity of the blood was the same as human blood, but the taste reminded me of sweet fruit jam.

In the dark coffin, I held Monica's twitching body, blocking her resistance with my power, and took my time to sip the blood.

The demon's body was almost the same as a human's. It had more flesh than Senri's, but that was just an individual difference. The sweet smell that grew as he licked and sucked the blood from his skin, the skin that moistened with excitement and pleasure, were no different. And the blood that flows - there is no great difference.

It was a supreme pleasure to hold the beating body so tightly that it strangled, and to sip the blood. But perhaps the pleasure Monica is feeling is even greater than what I'm feeling.

Perhaps the pleasure that vampires bring is closely related to death. The pleasure created by the fusion of the fear of death and s*xuality must be something that is hard to experience when you are alive.

The only miscalculation was the fact that Monica's words contained a lie.

The only miscalculation was that Monica's words contained a lie: ”Huh. ...... Liar. ...... I'm not cursed. ......

I whispered to Monica as she took a break and slowly sucked my blood, her body twitching with the slow, never-ending pleasure.

Monica's blood was quite tasty, but the ”Carth Steel” was not triggered. Well, I hadn't expected much to begin with, but I guess the cursed blood was a way to avoid being sucked by me.

In the first place, perhaps the only curse I can suck is the one applied from the outside. Demons are that kind of race, not cursed by anyone.

But I was in a very good mood because I hadn't tasted blood in a long time. I couldn't replenish my strength as much as I could with Senri's or Arbatos' blood, but it seems that even demon blood can heal to some extent. Perhaps her appearance had something to do with it.

So I ran my tongue down Monica's neck, looking carefully for the next place to stick my fangs.

Eventually, I'm going to stick them in all the places I want to stick them, but I'm not going to suck Monica's blood to death, so I need to be selective.

”Look, Monica. It's wrong to lie. Apologize?

”---- ah ...... ah ...... uh... I'm sorry. ...... I'm sorry. ...... I'm sorry. ...... I'm sorry. ...sorry, sorry, sorry. Please, please, please forgive me...please, please, please forgive me...please, please, please forgive me.

Breathless, Monica apologized with tears in her eyes.

Already, the clothes that had completely concealed her body had been torn apart by my nails, creating deep slits all over. Without hesitation, I put her skin to skin and restrained her body. My idea was to do what Senri couldn't do anyway.

Unfortunately, I can't perform what is commonly referred to as a s*xual act. As a Lesser Vampire, I don't have that function yet.

It may be possible to simulate it if I push myself, but my only interest is in sucking blood, and I don't want to do anything I don't enjoy.

The next thing to do is to gather information.

The usual Monica would have been very selective in the information she gave me. She would have been watching me, adjusting the information she gave me so that the Demon King's army would not be at a disadvantage.

But now, I can't have that information hidden from me. I have to save the captive demon knight, kill the cannibals, kill Rynell, and stop the invasion of Lonburg.

I've never interrogated anyone before, but I think I can handle Monica in her current stupor, even if I'm a novice interrogator. I'm a little excited.