The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

"Humph...... Sounds like you've had an interesting journey."

"Well, that's right. I wasn't bored."

"Hehe. That's a good thing. For a long life, it's important not to get bored, right?

It was a vampire with golden hair laughing happily when I heard about my journey so far.

Her name is Iris, and she looks like a girl just like me. He's a snack manager at Coffee Shop May, and he's a big senior who lives hundreds of years even when he looks like this.

Being a standard vampire, she can't move around freely until nightfall, working in a coffin during the day or in Mae's residential area, which is designed to keep the light out of the day, or in a cooking area.

The time now is already night and the employees are relaxing time.

After dinner, Mr. Iris came to my room, saying he wanted to hear about my trip.

She tilts her cup as she listens to me with pleasure.

"Mmm... pu ha. You want some Algiers, too?

"Uh, I won't,"

Mr. Satsuki told me that most vampires don't seem to like alcohol and that it's usually about Mr. Iris who can drink it.

I've never tried it, but I'm sorry if I get drunk and bothered, so I kept it to myself.

"Hmm, well. Good, though. Because vampires are basically, no alcohol."

"Excuse me."

"It's okay. Because if you're a drinker, you have a sino. Even so, I haven't been back in a while."

"Mr. Sino only says he's a barista..."

"Sort of. Our coffee guy. I said I'm gonna find some good beans, and I'm not leaving again. We can serve basic drinks, so it's no problem."

Laughing at the heels, Mr. Iris empties the cup.

The sweet aroma of alcohol fluttered and tickled my nose when I poured it in order to take advantage of it. It smelled close to sake.

"Hehe, thanks. I can't believe you let a pretty girl take advantage of you. You're a vampire."

"Is that what it is?

"For us, gender doesn't really matter. Originally a mental body, or a magical body. It's more or less the mind and magic that you like, and there are a lot of individuals who don't care about gender."

"... sounds like it"

What they say and remind me is that we met in a honey village, a different golden vampire from Mr. Iris.

Named Elsie, she seems to be one of those vampires who, like Mr. Mutsuki, is said to be particularly powerful in this world.

All of a sudden she met me and asked me to marry her. On the contrary, I've said that gender has nothing to do with it, and I've pushed it down.

"I'm a partner in a lot of ways, too."

"... Yes. You can see that if you look at it."

"Yeah. This is... May, Satsuki made it for me. I'm a loner, so I can at least enjoy the past. The days of nothin ', just so that everyday feels lovely."

"It's..."

"Yeah. You said you lived long. I often have to sayonara with everyone. Everybody gets older and disappears beautifully, but I'm going to feel like I'm going to be left out. Yeah, it was. Satsuki made a place like this for me to accept it at all."

Speaking happily from the bottom of his heart, Mr. Iris narrows his eyes. I'm sure the only reason my cheeks are red is because of alcohol.

I used to be immersed in stories for just a moment. Mr. Iris opened his red eyes just like mine and stared at this one.

"So I guess Alger could ask his friends for a little more, too."

"Huh...?

I just had a little taste for words that were unintentional.

Mr. Iris chuckles, making additional words for this one.

"I don't know if you want to be sweet or not. But somehow, I know you're reluctant. I think it annoys me when I'm sweet, and so it's like I'm looking for someone who can be endlessly sweet"

"... yes, what is it"

I want you to feed me with a three-meal nap. I'm not lying about that feeling, and I'm still traveling for it.

But I'm also terribly bad at making someone owe me money.

I know myself blurry that those two feelings are inconsistent. But neither of them is fake.

"Yeah. Kuzha, Fernote, Zeno, that Aoba kid. Guys, I'm sure I like you. So... I think it's only a little sweeter for those who can't keep it all."

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"Listen to me half the time because I think I smell like a grandmother. It's drunken bullshit anyway."

"No, thank you"

It's true that you're drunk, and it's no mistake that Mr. Iris is getting older from me.

Still, I somehow know if the eyes I can point at are serious or not. They think it's a pain in the ass. But I guess that's what I wanted to say.

It must be a story that is advice, a sermon, and just a little bit about my experience. Listen, remember, there's no harm in it. I feel that way.

"Well... let's take another skin off for the sweet, lousy junior"

"Huh...?

"They said no to alcohol... but this one, isn't it hard to say no?

Put your face closer, Mr. Iris smiles mischievously. The aroma of alcohol is sprayed with richness.

A gently stretching finger stroked my cheek and touched my lips.

"Blood. Whatever you think, you haven't been drinking lately, have you?

"Ah..."

Mr. Iris is right, I haven't spoken of blood since Mr. Richelle let me suck it in Dark Elf territory.

Mr. Richelle's blood contained fairly good quality magic, so although the impulse has yet to show its face greatly, it has happened several times on the journey so far that Mr. Aoba's neck muscles appeared delicious. To that extent, it is' dry '.

Though I thought they hadn't noticed, Mr. Iris is a vampire (please), so I guess I get it.

"We're vampires. Drinking blood depends on the magic of others, in order to stabilize the existence of the self… to prevent the magic of the self, which is a magical body, from subsiding. I mean, ultimately it doesn't have to be blood or sweat or anything... but anyway, if you don't have someone's magic, you're dead. Being itself depends on someone."

"... I learned that a while ago by studying. It's not a simple drying problem."

"Yeah. Yet you keep your mouth shut about something so important that it involves your life, without relying on others. At that point, I'm too reluctant."

Laughing as if to see something I miss, Mr. Iris rubs against me.

The sweet smell is alcohol and her smell. I haven't had a sip, but I'm going to get drunk.

"Hmm... see, come on?

"Come, say..."

"You can't rely on that kid, can you? Then I'm your friend, older, senior, and I'll make you sweet."

"Hard to rely on... that, hey, that guy I've known for a long time... lights up..."

We've known each other since we were human.

That's why he hesitates somewhere to ask Aoyagi to get his blood.

I'm sure she won't say no. Before I started this journey, Ningro suggested it to me. So much so that he asked me sometimes if I didn't have to drink blood on my journey to Sacramento Mia.

So I guess this is a matter of my feelings. Patience as much as you can until you are critical and only try to drink blood when the other person tells you so strongly.

I don't know if that's too far-fetched or not.

"Well, that's not true, but I have to do something for you... see, okay?

But now, if they say it's good to do so, and they even hold me tight.

Patience was difficult.

"Ah...... eh"

If I put my fangs around my quiet neck, Mr. Iris would accept without alarm.

I'm sure you're used to acting with Mr. Satsuki. Because we should be making it routine enough to suck each other off.

"Hmm... haha, sweet... look, it's the second time you've had a drink, right? It's okay, don't hesitate...?

Mr Iris is right, this is the second time I have drunk her blood.

They drank me like an accident then, but not this time. By mutual consent, it extends to the act of sucking blood.

...... hot.

Her blood was as hot and loose as a mass of heat.

Lick it to melt carefully, snort and throat, and I will taste her blood.

Bad behavior sounds in the room, but I don't care about that anymore. I just think the noise sounded, and I forget about it because of the sweetness of the blood.

"Ah, fu... yummy..."

"Aha...... yeah, yeah. Be honest......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

You're still used to being sucked, Mr. Iris seems to have plenty of room.

I can stroke my head on a girl of such apparent age that she is no different from me now. I almost feel a little embarrassed about it normally, but now that I'm sucking blood, I'm just relieved.

"Mm-hmm... jiru... pu... ayrisu, come on..."

"It's okay... you can smoke more... until you're hungry for what you put up with... right?

As I was sweet with the feeling of getting my fingers through my hair, I asked for more blood and reached out to her.

The hot liquid fills the back of my stomach, spreading a sweet sensation all over my body.

"Pfft..."

If you try to escape the heat and let go of your mouth, cold air will pass into your chest. While I was obsessed with blood sucking, there was sweat all over my body.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha..."

Blurry head and still knit words and magic.

Immediately the magical effect was exerted and the neck wound blocked.

"Haha, you don't have to worry about it... because I also like pain"

"I care..."

"Hmm, well... hehe, Alger, you're going to sleep now. Fine, stay asleep..."

I closed my eyes when I left my weight with Mr. Iris, who seemed to be having fun.

Now again for a while, you won't have to suffer from a blood-sucking impulse.

My consciousness slowly fell into the sea of sleep, blurring that my friends told me to be sweet.