I don't want to be an elf!

After spending more than a month together, she had come to know more or less about the man who had freed her from Diluc's clutches.

Although she puts on an elegant young lady act in front of other fans, Irene, who knows her true colors, will never mistake her disguise for the real her.

Knowing something doesn't mean understanding it.

The more she learned about her, the more confused she became.

However, Miku Izayoi did not answer Irena's question.

A hint of gloom seemed to flash across her face, as if she were recalling some unpleasant memory.

But the gloom was only temporary.

"What, when did you become interested in my past?"

Miku Izayoi wrapped her arms around her neck, leaned against her, and asked with a half-smile, "So, you've finally come to your senses and are willing to have a deeper conversation with me?"

"Stop messing around! Priscilla is still doing her homework up there!"

Perhaps for some fans, this is a treatment they can only dream of.

But Ireneko didn't see it as a blessing at all.

Her entire body stiffened instantly, her neck stretched out as far as it could be seen, and every cell in her body was resisting.

Even so, when the two are almost touching, trying to move further apart is futile.

"So soft..."

However, despite her physical resistance, such thoughts arose involuntarily in her mind.

Unlike her rough skin, which has never been maintained and has become resilient through daily training and battles, Miku Izayoi's skin is more like a baby's, delicate and tender, making one want to take a bite.

His eyes involuntarily glanced at the swan-like white neck of the girl in his arms, and this impulse became even stronger.

With a slight twitch of her nose, she smelled the sweet scent of lilies she had smelled before when she was unconscious in the confinement room, in the arms of Miku Izayoi.

I don't know if it was the perfume she was wearing or her natural body scent, but it smelled wonderful.

As the warm, fragrant jade embraced her, Irene felt an itch at the roots of her canine teeth.

"Oh no, it had to happen at a time like this..."

The combined impact of sight, touch, and smell triggered a sudden and intense urge in her to drink blood.

Because of her long-term use of the Bloodthirsty Scythe, which consumes the user's blood, this Pure Blaze weapon transformed Irene's body into a half-vampire, allowing her to maintain a high level of combat prowess by sucking the blood of others.

The change in her physique did not make her fear sunlight like a real vampire, nor was she afraid of holy water or garlic. However, the occasional blood-sucking urge that welled up from the depths of her heart was a bit of a problem.

When she's alone, she can usually just bear it and it will pass. But if she really can't stand it, she'll ask Priscilla to suck her blood to suppress the urge.

This is not a big deal for Priscilla. She has the highest level of self-healing ability in the entire Star Pulse era. It is estimated that the speed at which Irene absorbs blood is not as fast as the speed at which she recovers blood.

However, perhaps because he hadn't used the Bloodthirsty Scythe for over a month, the urge to suck blood was accumulating very slowly.

Unexpectedly, today's events erupted because of Miku Izayoi's provocation.

At this moment, besides the urge to drink blood, Irene also felt a strange sense of shame.

“I’m not very interested in your past, and I’m not a fan of yours anyway.”

Not wanting Miku Izayoi to suspect anything, Irene pushed the beauty in her arms away without hesitation, her voice dry and hoarse: "But Priscilla is your fan. You'd better be careful in front of her. I don't want that child to be corrupted by you."

"With you as her older sister, she hasn't gone astray, so how could I possibly lead her astray so easily?"

Irene licked the roots of her teeth, no longer in the mood for banter.

The solution to the urge to drink blood is simple: just find someone to drink your blood.

"I'm going to deliver apples to my sister."

As she spoke, she picked up the plate with the peeled apples on it and quickly walked up the stairs.

"Priscilla, Priscilla!"

She knocked on the door of her sister's room on the second floor, her voice tinged with urgency.

But after waiting for more than ten seconds, there was still no response from inside the door.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you."

Miku Izayoi followed, leaning against the wall and yawning lazily.

“Priscilla said she wanted to cook something new for us and just went out to buy groceries.”

Chapter 43 The Uncontrollable Vampire Urge

Not good.

This is really bad.

Irene's face had turned a sickly white, making her look just like a real vampire.

Priscilla is not in the dormitory; only Miku Izayoi and she are in the dormitory now.

Moreover, it was Izayoi Miku who triggered her vampire urges.

This is even worse.

"Then, then you can have the apple."

She maintained a calm demeanor, her voice trembling slightly as she said, "I... I'll go back to my room first, to rest for a bit."

"Are you OK?"

Although Irene tried her best to hide it, Miku Izayoi still keenly noticed her unusual behavior.

She took the fruit plate and looked at her suspiciously: "Why are you sweating? Are you feeling unwell?"

"I'm fine, no need to worry."

Irene wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and waved her hand: "I get this every month, I just need to rest for a while."

"Ah, that's it."

Seeing Irene's unusual behavior, Izayoi Miku was initially puzzled as to what had happened.

But soon, as if she had just realized something, she looked enlightened.

"Is today... the day your period comes this month?" Miku Izayoi asked. "To be honest, my impression of you is that you're the type who would still carry a knife and fight someone even if your period comes, but I didn't expect you to be so slender."

Upon hearing Miku Izayoi begin discussing topics related to blood, Irene's breathing became even heavier.

Seeing her slightly distorted expression as if she was trying to hold back something, Izayoi Miku glanced at her with a hint of pity.

It has been almost half a year since she transmigrated.

She had already adapted to the female body in the first world she had traveled to.

However, she has never experienced menstruation.

Perhaps it's because the human girl's body has fused with the spirit crystal, causing her body to stop developing, which is why her period is kept at bay.

Although she had never experienced menstruation herself, she had heard many times about the suffering women endure during this time, so she was very grateful that the elf girl wouldn't experience it.

“Don’t make wild guesses, it’s not that kind of thing.” Irene explained vaguely, “After my body was modified, I no longer have that kind of thing.”

"Huh? Isn't that right?" Miku Izayoi asked, somewhat surprised. "Didn't you just say it's every month?"

Irene was speechless for a moment.

She also realized that what she had just said was quite misleading.

"Well, if you don't want to tell me, I won't force you."

Miku Izayoi, holding a fruit platter, chewed on a juicy apple and said, "I invited too many girls last night, so I didn't sleep well. I'm going to take a beauty nap. Remember to wake me up after Priscilla comes back."

After saying that, without waiting for Irene's reply, as if she were issuing a command rather than making a request, she walked into her bedroom without looking back.

Irene showed no displeasure whatsoever; on the contrary, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Miku Yosuke had just gotten up, still wearing a thin lace nightgown, with large expanses of her snow-white skin exposed.

To the bloodthirsty Irene, this guy was like a top-grade A steak dangling in front of her.

She has reached her limit by enduring this long.

Why is the urge to drink blood so strong this time?

She staggered into Priscilla's room, the intense itching from her canine teeth making her restless and tossing and turning on the bed.

The familiar scent of her younger sister on the soft bed made her feel a little better.

She opened her terminal and dialed Priscilla's phone number.

After a short wait, the communication was connected.

"Sister, what's wrong?"

"Priscilla, how much longer will it take for you to come back?"

"Sister, your...thirstiness has flared up again?"

Hearing Irene's terrible tone, Priscilla, as the younger sister, immediately understood what had happened: "There's a bit of traffic on the way. I'll be back now, it might take an hour. Can you bear with it, sister?"

"This time the urge to drink blood is a bit too strong, I might not be able to hold on for that long."

"Why did this happen? Everything was fine yesterday!"

"I was just... slightly agitated..."

"There's no other way then. Go and ask Miku for help," Priscilla said helplessly. "Actually, Miku has a very good personality, not as bad as your sister says."

"Forget it, you keep buying groceries, I'll figure it out myself."

Upon hearing her sister's suggestion, Irene knew she couldn't rely on her this time.

Without letting Priscilla pull her back, she hung up the phone and lay back down on the bed.

She knew Miku Izayoi's personality all too well.

If I ask her to suck my blood this time, I don't know what I'll have to pay to repay the favor next time.

"Even if I, Irene, die, I'll jump off this cliff rather than drink a drop of her blood!"

Suppressing her restlessness, she made a firm vow in her heart.