Master’s Smile

"Mmmm!!

Van Peel was grumpy.

You can also tell from swelling your cheeks all over your eyes and turning your face bright red.

Even now, I'm showing that face to my master in an effort to make him understand the grievance.

But when I say dissatisfied, it doesn't change what I love about him.

So I remain holding onto the master's body.

"Mmmm!!

As I hold him, Van Peel's heart gets pouty and warm.

But still, her displeasure didn't heal.

Because the master knows why, he even laughs bitterly.

"Naturally!!

Van Peel opens his mouth to the question of whether he is still angry.

"That woman...... Huh! How dare you give my master's blood...!!

Why Van Peel represents so much anger...... it was also against his true ancestors vampire Liturgia.

Liturgia unjustly sipped the master's blood after a disturbance previously caused by her true ancestor, the vampire Gehilned.

Van Peel vehemently disagreed, but the Master offered her blood by saying that she was able to rush to your crisis.

If they say it's for their own good, they can't keep opposing it hard.

Liturgia was feeding her fangs to her master as she grinned more.

"And that little girl! Not just once, not twice...... Huh!!

Yes, if only once, Van Peel might not have even been so obstinate.

No, you probably would have been grandly obstinate, but if you'd held onto the master like this, it would have been at a calming level.

What didn't happen is in Liturgia, where I got drunk with the master's blood.

One bite, the moment I sipped the master's blood, she collapsed from her knees.

He showed symptoms that made him squeak and stared at the master.

At that time, Van Peel was just nodding, yeah, proud.

She understood the feeling, too.

When I first sipped the Master's blood, Van Peel had a similar reaction.

It's just that what she was wrong with was the difference in their respective strengths when they first drank.

Van Peel, who had reigned as the absolute monarch of vampire territory, and Liturgia, a young true ancestor.

Which is resistant to the magic of blood would not even need to be put into words.

As a result, Liturgia was intoxicated by the Master's blood.

It was the vampires who were supposed to plunge humans into blood-sucking pleasure that were intoxicated by human blood.

"Since then, it hasn't been too much for the master!!

It was Van Peel who threw the blood-seeking Liturgia again on the spot with a throw of anger, but then he persisted in chasing her.

Earlier, we had just launched a raid on her mansion.

Van Peel and Mel managed to pull it back because they intercepted it with all their might, but to remember that face, they wouldn't give up.

"No more! Because the Master spoils Liturgia or something!

When Van Peel got angry, the master seemed to feel sorry for what was only a smile that came to mind.

To her mind, the master sees his blood too lightly.

Even this self has almost forgotten me many times when I drink blood.

If I hadn't drunk and tolerated it once before it was a full season, it wouldn't have been strange to be like Liturgia.

From this, I know how Liturgia feels.

"... but it's not like this."

Van Peel sticks to the Gyu Master.

Because the face of the Army of Salvation (Yerkthilla) is leaning against the Master, it is intolerable to her.

To say so, it wasn't very, but it wasn't acceptable that the same vampire Liturgia would join it.

I didn't like Laradi, who was one of the dog monkeys.

"The master, too. From now on, I need you to say no more bish."

When Van Peel says, the master apologizes looking sorry.

I would add that I didn't think this was going to happen.

"The Master's blood is so magical that it drives our true ancestors crazy."

Van Peel told the truth as it were, but the master doesn't seem to know much.

Well, only vampires can tell the difference in taste of blood, so it may be natural for a master who is human to show such a reaction.

"Huh...? Hmmm... I see..."

Saying it bothered me, the master asks me if I want Van Peel to do anything about it.

Naturally, a lot comes to mind on greedy Van Peel's head.

I want you to stay with me forever, and if possible, even children.

But still now......

"Right. Then I'd like to have the Master's blood."

With a glossy grin, Van Peel looks up at the master.

Naturally, push your busty breasts at all costs.

I'm not trying to seduce the master. The fact that colour tricks do not work for him is common sense among the members of the Army of Salvation (Yerkchilla).

However, Van Peel's desire to stay in touch made him do so.

The master had no choice but to offer me his neck with a bitter smile.

"So..."

Van Peel glowed his girallies and fangs and did not hesitate to feed them into the master's neck muscles.

And suck blood, taking care not to overdose his blood.

"- Huh!!

Van Peel inadvertently causes his limbs to jump bikun.

Still, I don't kneel unwillingly like Liturgia.

He pressed his body against the master's body without pulling out the fangs that he had eaten into his neck.

And sip that blood in small amounts.

"Mmm...... Huh! Huh...... Huh!!

A vampire that leaks a glossy sigh from the edge of your mouth.

You may think she is a pitiful true ancestor who was hit by the magic of blood, but she is the one who is able to stomp on it.

Master's blood is no different from the potent drugs for vampires.

Its strength is such that it also drives the true ancestral Liturgia mad.

In the case of Van Peel, thanks to what she once tasted during the full season and her own strength, she is kept critical.

"Pfft..."

Van Peel releases his fangs once.

Lick the blood of a master dripping terrorized from his fangs, looking important with a bright red tongue.

Her face was blatantly swinging.

My eyes are more and more cloudy and my face is so red that I don't think of it as blue-white vampire skin.

The fact that you are shaking your body in small pieces also looks glossy from the fact that it exudes a colour tone from your whole body.

"Oh... I'm sorry... Exactly, it's no exaggeration to say that you live for this blood..."

The master laughs once again that he is not exaggerating.

Plus, it's the kind of word my uncle who drinks after work says.

"I don't mind my uncle anymore. However, if you can get the Master's blood..."

Van Peel whispers bossly in his ear as he clings to his master.

I smile like a couscous and an adult when I see my master tremble for a moment.

Behind Van Peel, the full moon was rising.

Now she was taking off masks like her usual silly lady and fully pushing out her true ancestral vampire, the queen of luscious nights.

"It's been a long night. You can hang out for a while...?

To Van Peel's words, the master smiles bitterly and offers his neck muscles.

His eyes were brilliant red, and Van Peel again devoured his fangs.

Immediately after that, only the master knows that a blood-drunk vampire falls asleep with Cologne.