I don't want to be an elf!

But making a vow is nothing; it does absolutely nothing to help one's situation.

Unconsciously, she tore at Priscilla's pillow, leaving large holes in it.

The excessive saliva secreted by the child stained the pillow, but the itching at the root of the canine tooth showed no signs of abating.

She closed her eyes tightly, trembling all over, praying that the urge to suck blood would pass quickly.

Back when she lived in the Lev Black Academy, she was often locked in the solitary confinement room by Diluc.

In that dark, cramped cell, she also experienced the urge to suck blood under those circumstances.

But she endured it all.

As long as you can persevere, even if you don't drink blood, the urge to drink blood will gradually subside and eventually disappear.

After an unknown amount of time, she opened her bloodshot eyes.

I was drenched in cold sweat, which soaked through my clothes and even seeped into the sheets.

However, the urge to suck blood has indeed been weakened considerably.

"Fortunately, I managed to get through this one too."

She managed a weak laugh.

I checked the time; half an hour had passed since I ended the call with Priscilla.

This time, the urge to suck blood lasted longer and was more intense than before.

Normally, I can endure it for about ten minutes at most, but this time it took three times longer.

"It's been half an hour, that woman should be asleep by now."

For some reason, this idea popped into her mind out of nowhere.

As this thought surfaced, she couldn't help but recall once again the scene that had triggered her vampire urge.

Miku Izayoi sat on her lap, her arms wrapped around her neck. She wore a thin nightgown, and her body heat and fragrance wafted over her...

Irene covered her mouth in despair.

Deep within the roots of her canine tooth, the familiar itching returned.

Chapter Forty-Four: Sneaking into the house, the glue applicator shouldn't...

Half an hour of patience was rendered futile by an unintentional recollection.

Tortured to the limit, the nerves that had just relaxed and longed for rest could no longer suppress the instincts rising again from the depths of their souls.

Irene's eyes were bloodshot, completely consumed by crimson, like a maddened beast.

A low growl escaped his throat, as if something suppressed within him was about to break free of its cage.

This time, the intense urge to drink blood completely shattered her reason and took over her consciousness.

She felt she could no longer control her body; her mind seemed to float above the clouds, leaving her body to her instincts.

Getting up from the sweat-soaked bed, Irene staggered out of the room.

Standing in front of Miku Izayoi's bedroom door, she placed her trembling hand on the doorknob.

She never imagined that one day she would actually walk into Miku Izayoi's room on her own initiative.

Throughout all these days they've spent together, she's always considered Miku Izayoi's room a forbidden zone; if she went in, she'd definitely be taken advantage of.

Just like those unfamiliar girls who walk out of their bedrooms every morning looking dazed.

She is a very adventurous person.

But this room was the one she absolutely did not want to challenge—a den of dragons and tigers.

Once inside, she had no idea how many unpleasant experiences awaited her.

"She should be asleep by now. As long as she doesn't find out, everything will be fine..."

Irene kept encouraging herself in her heart.

Both her mind and body were urging her to engage in vampirism. No matter how much she had resisted entering Miku Izayoi's bedroom before, her reason was now overturned by instinct, and she no longer cared.

She swallowed hard, and with trembling hands, she carefully turned the doorknob and opened the bedroom door.

As soon as I entered, the unique scent of Miku Yoyo wafted into my nose.

This made the roots of her canine teeth itch even more.

A look of surprise flashed across Irene's face as she glanced at the room's furnishings.

She had originally thought that the bedroom would be filled with things unsuitable for children, with bras and panties lying around, tissues and crumpled paper scattered everywhere, leaving a mess and traces of debauchery.

After all, she lives next door and needs to wear earplugs to fall asleep every day.

But now that she has personally entered Miku Izayoi's bedroom, Irene finds it surprisingly clean and tidy, showing no signs of having sex parties every night.

It's a very elegant and exquisite little bedroom, showing the discerning taste of the bedroom's owner. There are also some cute little ornaments on the table, which are very girly.

This rendered all her mental preparation before entering the room completely useless.

However, she didn't pay much attention to the room's layout.

The surprise lasted only a brief moment.

In the dim light, her breathing became heavy when her gaze fell upon the girl on the bedroom bed.

"Thank goodness she fell asleep..."

Hearing the steady breathing coming from the bed, Irene was overjoyed and tiptoed to the bedside.

Gazing at Miku Yosuke's peaceful sleeping face, she stood motionless by the bed.

As if infected by this tranquility, the crimson in her eyes faded slightly.

I have to admit, this woman is indeed very beautiful.

Irene didn't really have much of a concept or standard for beauty and ugliness. Throughout her life, she was unrestrained and cared more about other people's personalities than their faces.

That is precisely why, as one of the few people who knew Miku Izayoi's true nature, her feelings toward this woman were always complicated.

Although she had always resisted contact with Miku Yosai, and was even somewhat afraid of her, she couldn't say she disliked her.

As for liking it, that's completely out of the question.

Almost every time she opened her mouth to speak, she would spout all sorts of extremely self-centered and outrageous remarks, leaving Irene speechless.

She couldn't even understand why so many girls would throw themselves at this guy.

But now, seeing Izayoi Miku, who resembles Sleeping Beauty, Irene seems to understand why so many fans like her.

Putting aside her inner qualities, this woman is indeed an exceptionally beautiful woman.

If she hadn't seen Miku Izayoi hidden behind the mask, she probably would have been attracted herself.

"What am I thinking...?"

Irene shook her head, clearing her mind of the jumbled thoughts, and refocused her attention on her goal.

Suppressing her impulse, she carefully lifted Miku Izayoi's blanket.

Afraid of waking her from her deep sleep, Irene carefully adjusted her sleeping position, trying to make it as easy as possible for her to suck blood.

For her, the neck is the best place to suck blood.

Moreover, Miku Izayoi still has hickeys left on her neck from playing with the other girls last night, so even if she leaves bloodsucking marks on her neck, no one will suspect anything.

She finally managed to slowly and carefully position the curled-up sleeping Miku Yosai into a suitable spot.

everything's ready.

Looking at that incredibly alluring neck, Irene wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth.

But at the last moment, she stopped.

She closed her eyes, a fierce internal struggle raging within her.

When it came to the moment she was actually about to take the bite, her remaining morality awakened a sliver of reason, leaving her incredibly conflicted.

Sneaking into someone's bedroom and sucking their blood while they're asleep...

I always have this feeling that I'm committing a crime.

"Never mind, we've already gone this far, so let's just commit a crime!"

Ultimately, the ever-growing urge to gnaw at others overwhelmed their fragile morality.

She reopened her eyes, opened her mouth, revealing two abnormally sharp canine teeth.

"what......"

However, just as she was about to take a bite, she suddenly froze.

Because at some point, the sleeping girl beneath him had opened her dreamy silver eyes.

He watched her silently, a half-smile playing on his lips.

When the crime was discovered, it felt like a heavy hammer had struck Irene's mind, and the intense panic brought her back to her senses.

"I...I...I...I can explain!"

She panicked and tried to leave.

However, before she could make any move, Miku Izayoi grabbed her hand that was propped up on her pillow.

"explain?"

She pulled her along, and Irene, who had lost her balance in her panic, was immediately pulled into her arms.

Immediately afterwards, Miku Izayoi skillfully rolled over, as if she had done this countless times, and pinned Irene down on the bed.

Ascending over her waist, Miku Izayoi leaned down, and her long, silvery hair cascaded down onto Irene's chest like a waterfall.

"I never would have guessed, Elena, that you would do something so daring."

Miku Izayoi's face was very close, so close that Irena could feel her breath.

"You only need to tell me, there's nothing to be shy about."