Old Vampire and a Holy Girl

Hitahita......

Hitahitahitahita......

"Mmm......? What?"

The man woke up with strange noises and a cold feeling around his chest.

Something feels terribly wet around his chest, and the man grabs his chest with one hand.

A sticky, viscous liquid stuck to my hand.

"Weird juice from my body...!?"

Men bluish sassy.

I was upset by the obvious anomaly that happened to me.

Men are vampires.

It has nothing to do with illness or injury - no, even if it does, it can't be abnormal to the body, because the flesh regenerates immediately to a healthy state.

But now, there is weird juice around the chest.

The juice is highly viscous, transparent and has a slightly soothing sweet aroma -

"... hmm? Is this honey? Why honey from my chest...?

The more I know, the more puzzling, the more scared I am.

Will a vampire who lived too long start to honey out of his chest......?

When a man thinks about his future life and all sorts of things...

There was something on the man's chest.

"Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew."

Something on my chest makes a singing noise that I can't help but overpower.

If a man lowers his jaw and looks at his chest...

He was holding a hake so that the fairy could hold it and apply something hard to the man's chest.

…………

A fairy - a fairy is a four-winged, palm-sized girl.

Take a hack to hold it - the size is the size, so even a regular hack, she has as much as a hug.

Applying something hard to a man's chest - I don't know this.

"Fairy."

Men call.

Then the fairy stopped singing pitifully and looked at the man.

"Oh, I woke you up?

"Well, I'm awake... what the hell are you doing? You look like you're honeying my chest with a hake..."

"Yeah, but honey is hard to apply unless you use a hake, right? Using tools is the privilege of the wise. Hence the fairy is smart..."

"It's not. I want to know why you're applying honey to my chest."

"The fairy likes honey."

"I haven't heard your taste. I want to know why you're applying honey to my chest."

"The fairy likes honey."

"No..."

…………

The fairy looks like, 'Why would this guy ask the same thing if he answered the question?'

Apparently, she meant to give the full answer she needed.

"Vampires, do you squat?

"Stop giving advice because my intelligence feels low. I don't know how to answer you."

"Oh no!? What should I do with the fairy!? I paint the honey!

"Don't paint it! Paint it, then! What do you think my breasts are!

"Muscles!"

"No! My breasts are my breasts, before they are muscles! You can't just paint honey on your own without my permission!

"Oh, I was...... sorry. Mind if I apply some honey?

"It won't work."

"I will try not to disturb you."

"That's not the problem"

"I paint my honey sneaky"

"Don't! Don't paint honey while declaring 'I'm sneaking honey'! You're not sneaking around, and even if you're sneaking around, don't!

"I know."

"I don't understand, so stop painting honey first!

"Well, how can I get permission to paint honey!?"

The fairy screamed.

It was the men who wanted to scream.

Whatever kind of courteous explanation you are given, 'Do you want to apply honey to your chest? Never mind.' I don't see the future.

As much as a man wants to ask the opposite of how he can give permission to apply honey.

but it will be difficult to explain the area to the fairies so that they can see it.

Fairy intelligence is sadly low.

So men decide to ask one question at a time.

"First of all, why were you trying to paint honey on my chest?

"That's because fairies like honey."

"... this question sounds like a hassle. Um... what happens when you apply honey to my chest?

"The fairy is coming."

"Are you coming to paint the honey"

"I'm coming for honey."

The conversation began to decrypt.

Talking to a fairy is going to be a good intelligence workout.

"... oh, I see. When you apply honey to my chest, when a fairy other than you comes to my chest for honey, is that what you mean?

That's what I'm saying.

Yes.

Fairies have always, in this way, taken action suddenly seeking companionship.

More or less that time, there were triggers such as' I Heard My Companion's Voice 'and' I Discovered My Companion's Trail '.

Well, that 'buddy' was also himself in the video, so it doesn't feel like a fairy other than a fairy exists...

"... I mean, did you even feel 'signs of buddies' nearby again?

"Yes, it is."

"Fairy, what's wrong now? Did you hear a buddy when you were asleep? Or was it also a note I didn't remember on my pillow?

"!? How did you know!? It is! If a fairy does a muscle tread and does a sleep och, a fellow voice will be heard..."

"I did that story before!

…… What are you talking about? This is the first time I've heard a buddy come to this castle. "

"No way, you, you don't remember...?

"You can't remember what hasn't happened. Hmm... I made a smart statement..."

……

Yes, it is.

The fairy has no memory.

Moreover, recently, the impact of acquiring the skills to boost intelligence in the short term and explosively due to bodybuilding poses, or even the trend towards lower intelligence averages.

That was before - you can remember, but there isn't.

"... cum"

The man accidentally glanced over his head.

- Will it be repeated again?

Over and over again, asking for company, feeling the signs, but saying it was a mistake - how many times should I repeat such cruelty?

Why is the world so cruel?

I'm just not smart enough to...

Why do we have to be so, so wrapped up in grief?

"The vampire is closing his eyes. It's sneak honey paint!

"... by the way, fairy, why my breasts? If you want to paint honey, you can do it anywhere else."

"The fairy I heard while sleeping otch, she was also muscle-treating. So I'm sure, my buddies nearby have no difference in muscle intelligence. That's why fairies apply honey to their muscles. You're smart!

"... cum!

So......!

Damn, video............!

What I look like in the video......!

It was definite.

He slept with his muscles while watching the video he showed again, and dreamed of hearing the audio of the video that kept flowing unstoppably, mistakenly for the voice of his companion.

Hitahitahitahitahita.

Coldness and tickle on the chest.

A moist, viscous thing is applied to a man's chest.

To be honest, I'm offended.

The man, no longer, did not intend to stop the fairy's act.

"... ok. Fairy, paint my breasts with honey until you care."

"We got permission from the conversation! Intelligent! I paint honey!

"... I hope my people are coming"

"I hope they come!

The man closed his eyes and decided to sleep.

The feeling of hacking my chest was so ticklish that I couldn't ignore it, but I would get used to it one day.

Men - because they have memory, they can 'get used to it'.

But fairies, because they have no memory, repeat the same grief forever.

A hake full of honey goes back and forth over the chest of a man with unspeakable grief.

The occasional overpowered singing of babysitting songs, men succeeded in going to bed...

- In the morning, a family member discovered a sleeping fairy in the chest of a man full of honey was going to be super horny.