Kuraki Kyuuden no Shisha no Ou

Vampire sucking means more than just sucking blood.

We, the ghosts with all sorts of horrible aliens, starting to transform into wolves and bats and fogs, who have the ability to regenerate into monstrosity, (though I don't yet have one), are called 'bloodsucking' ghosts, not foggy ghosts, werewolves, etc., because that power must have been the most horrible thing for ordinary people.

As far as being a vampire and receiving centipede of blood and feeling it over and over again, blood sucking is a means of replenishing energy, a reproductive act that gives strong pleasure to one another, a means of communication and a mausoleum of the soul.

Anecdotes of the poor who were drawn to blood by vampires exist in various parts of East and West now in ancient times.

Blood sucking made me realize I was a centipede. When I rinsed blood from Albatross, I even felt like I was going to experience that life.

Cenri and Albatos showed little visible change when they were sucked of blood, but that's because they were extremely strong people mentally, not normal reactions.

It's only natural that Monica was afraid of sucking blood from me.

She was wise. And that's why I knew I wasn't very strong.

Three bites. That's how many times it took me to soften Monica.

Demons were a stronger perception overall than humans, but apparently not if they were limited to spirit.

There was still strong resistance at the bite stage. Two bites made the resistance weak at once, and three bites made her succumb, a pathetic being who merely turned away and begged for mercy.

Monica was a useful material for measuring my power correctly.

She can't be taken all the time. I am on Cenri's side, and Monica is Cenri's enemy. But even if I did, I wouldn't have accepted Monica.

Because it doesn't make sense. She's too weak. If Monica is worth it, it's only as bait. So I should have thanked Monica for making me a reason to be. [M]

Monica's skin and flesh were soft and the blood was very sweet to show from its smell. Cenri's blood was also sweet, but Monica's it's boiled sweetness that caught in the back of her throat. The viscosity of the blood was not different from that of humans, but its flavour reminded me of a jam of sweet fruit.

In a dark coffin, I sealed Monica's resistance with force, embraced her cramped, full body, and took the time to sip her blood.

The devil's body made little difference to humans. It was meatier than a centipede, but that should be called individual difference. The more you lick your skin and inhale your blood, the more sweet the smell increases, the moist and damp your skin will not change anything to excitement and pleasure. And about the blood that flows - there's no big difference.

It was supreme pleasure to hold her tight enough to strangle her beating body and sip her blood. But perhaps Monica's pleasure lies further above what I feel.

Perhaps vampire pleasure is closely related to death. The pleasure created by the fusion of fear of death and sexuality must be something that you can hardly experience alive.

The only miscalculation was that Monica's words contained lies.

"Ha... Liar... I can't believe you're cursed..."

He is slowly sucked of blood as he takes a break and whispers to Monica, who cramps his body into a relaxed comfort that never ends.

Monica's blood was quite delicious, but 'Curse Steel' was not activated. Well, I didn't originally expect much, but the cursed blood would have been a convenience to avoid being sucked by me.

In the first place, perhaps the only curse I can suck is from the outside. That's the kind of race that demons are, and they're not cursed by anyone else.

But I haven't been in such a good mood for the taste of blood in a long time. I couldn't replenish my powers as much as I did when I inhaled Cenri and Albatross blood, but even demon blood seems to be able to recover somewhat. Maybe it has something to do with appearance, etc.

So I crawl my tongue into Monica's neck and then carefully look for a place to stick my fangs out.

Ultimately, I'm going to stick it to everything I want to stick out, but I'm not going to suck Monica's blood and kill her, so I need a choice.

"Look, Monica. Lying is a bad thing. Apologize?"

"- Ahhh... ahhh... I'm so... sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry. Please, please, forgive me - en, de, dear... forgive me, forgive me..."

He also breathes constantly and Monica makes an apology all over the tears.

Already, the clothes that had completely hidden my body were ripped off by my nails, and deep slits were made there. Don't hesitate to snuggle your skin and skin and restrain its body. It was my idea to do something Cenri couldn't do anyway.

Unfortunately, I don't generally have sex. [M] I still don't have that feature in Lesser Vampire, the Lower Vampire.

If I can't do it, I don't seem to be able to simulate it, but my interest is only in sucking blood, and I don't want to do anything that isn't fun.

The next thing we need to do is gather information.

The usual Monica would have carefully selected the information to give me. He must have been observing me while coordinating the information the Demon King's Army gave him to avoid disadvantage.

But right now, it's hard to hide information. I have to help the captive end knights, kill the cannibals, kill Reinell, and then stop the invasion of Lomburg.

This is the first time I've interrogated you, but I think Monica can handle me as a novice interrogator. I'm a little excited.

Looking at Monica, who sucks blood and is delighted and bored, is all about vampire profit.

I get a little lost, but there's no point hiding my rebellion already at the time I bit Monica.

A time limit is imminent. Given his character, it's not strange that Cenri should come after me. The situation is oppressive.

Well, worst of all, you just have to throw everything out and get away with it, even if you fail. Emotional lumps remain, but they are a life-threatening species. If Cenri and I survive, that's fine. You don't have to get sick even if you fail the first time. Let's go easy. Let's have fun interrogating.

I fed Monica's neck just a few millimeters ahead of her fangs and whispered straight into it.

"Monica, tell me the weakness of Reinell the Demon King from you."

"Ah... ha, ha... eh...?

The cramps stop for a moment. I hear a grunting voice. Apparently Monica's soul had not yet succumbed.

Good. Very good. It doesn't have to be rewarding. It's still a long night, and even if it's morning, I'm invincible in a casket that can't reach the light.

Let's just be careful not to die. Let's discuss this slowly.

So I came up with a very interesting game. [M] I say to Monica, who shakes herself in a different way than pleasure, rubbing the rind and its soft skin.

"Yes... I'm not a ghost either, while Monica's talking to me... I won't bite you. As someone dragged into vampires, you're a broken response. Finally, I will not kill you. I'm still a man who keeps his word, so trust me."

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Monica's mouth was very hard. I needed to chew on my stomach, chest and thighs to get information.

Eventually, Monica told me, flirting with strong pleasure and algae scratching at a fear she had never felt before.

Demon King Reinell. Hundred battles smelled, king of lion dragons.

The identity is - a mixture of the lion's warcraft and the dragon's blood.

There is a species called Dragon Man (Dragon Newt), the most powerful and known subhuman to draw dragon blood, but Reinell is its version of Warcraft. It could be described as a miraculous being, as it should not be possible first of all for a dragon to interact with a warcraft.

The extraordinary giant draws dragon blood, but the late. The golden fur overtakes the cannibal flesh, and its nails cleave the walls like pieces of paper. The power outweighs even the dragon species, and they can't use the brace, which is one of the dragon threats, but that's not how far it turns out to be true.

If anyone can scratch Reinell with this Demon King army, that seems to be only the number two, 'Cannibal'.

If Monica's words, spoken with half insanity, were true, Reinell, unlike vampires, had roughly no noticeable weakness. To destroy the Demon King, you must outperform him with pure performance, or you must match him with measures.

But what was even more interesting was that it was not Reinell's strength - that some demon king would be classified as a pure creature rather than 'demonic'.

For example, Monica, the devil, is' demonic '. Therefore, she makes silver and holy water weak points. Oliver, the werewolf, is also demonic, and of course I, the undead, am demonic.

'Demonic' is a being belonging to a darkness that does not like silver… simply put, it is a generic term for a cursed being.

I know there are many other definitions, but I don't care about academic stories right now. What matters is that Reinell is just a creature, and therefore can be armed with holy silver.

Me, Oliver, and Monica don't like silver, so we basically can't have silver weapons. What does this mean...

I kept my promise. Finished the conversation and sucked the used Monica's blood to its limit, but there was no gradient mutation.

If there had been a hierarchical mutation and vampire powers available, I might have been able to fight Reinell from the front, but, well, I can't help it. We just have to compete with the bills we have.

Get up from the coffin and get some fresh air for the first time in a long time. Apparently, he concentrated too much on sucking blood, and the red light is plugged in from the gap in the windows he was looking for.

Evening…? A little early for vampire time, but not bad.

Inside the coffin sleeps like Monica is dead wrapped in worn clothes.

You understood my awakening, Oliver came to me in quick motion and lay flat in front of me. I will give you the clothes I chose yesterday with respect. [M]

Could Oliver have been watching me like I said all along?

"Good morning, sir. It's a treat, Master End."

Receive clothes with a grudge. Well, I don't hate to be respected, but it's against vampires, not me, that Oliver's in awe. I don't trust you.

Now, we have to do what we have to do before we rendezvous with Cenri.

The first target had already been set.