Shota is surrounded by monsters!

"Ah, Rea..."

"Ok?"

"Underwear, underwear. Don't be like Mashiro and not wear a bra..."

"Eh..."

For some reason, Rea rarely wears underwear unless she's going out. At home, she doesn't like formal attire either, preferring to just throw on Shota's oversized T-shirt. On weekends, she's a complete homebody, spending almost every night watching anime.

Looking at the row of Blu-ray discs of movies, anime, and TV series related to vampires and zombies in the shop window—the price of these things alone would be enough for Shota to have a big meal. Unfortunately, all of these things were bought by the maids of the Sanka family.

"If your classmates at school knew that the young lady they admire, Sanhua, is actually like this at home, I wonder if they would be extremely disappointed."

Shota watched as Rea held Mashiro in her arms as a coolant to cool her down. After tidying up her clothes, she and Mashiro were still watching the movie plot on the computer screen with their mouths slightly open.

"Completely ignoring me?"

Shota grumbled in dissatisfaction and was about to pull Reina's hair, which she had tied up at home, away when he noticed that she had suddenly spoken.

"Hey, Shota-kun, does virgin blood taste good?"

Rea turned her head and pointed at the vampire on the screen who was drinking virgin blood, saying, "Why do they all like to drink virgin blood?"

"How should I know..."

"I'm curious!"

Rea climbed onto the tatami mat, supporting herself with both hands, and looked at Shota with her bright, sparkling eyes. But she forgot that she wasn't wearing a bra today, and was dressed in loose clothing.

That little vixen is deadly. The vampire's natural allure is truly remarkable.

Shota reluctantly looked away. To be honest, he quite liked Rea. Although he was a bit narcissistic, he knew that Rea probably had some feelings for him too. But he was still a minor and didn't want to be in a relationship too early...

His father told him that early romantic relationships would affect his development.

But to directly say, "Reya, wait for me for thirty years and then we'll date!" would be too unfair to Reya, wouldn't it be like treating her like a child bride?

Speaking of child brides… Shota subconsciously glanced at Mashiro, whose mouth was agape in surprise as she watched the plot unfold…

No, no, that's a younger sister type character. If we're talking about child brides, shouldn't it be an older sister type character?

So Shota feels that his current relationship with Rea is pretty good for now. As long as he comes of age...

However, zombies definitely can't have children, and Shota doesn't know how vampires have children, even though he himself is very likely a vampire's child.

If all else fails, find a female monster to be your surrogate mother.

It wouldn't be bad for the three of them to live out their lives like this.

Just as Shota was lost in beautiful fantasies about the future, he was once again reminded of his demon father...

Wait a minute, doesn't that mean I'm even worse than that demon father? In terms of vampire blood, I'm practically Rea's father! And here I am, fantasizing about a girl related to me by blood…

It seems I need to reconsider my relationship with Rei.

"I'm curious!"

Seeing that Shota didn't react, Rea pushed him down onto the tatami mat and asked, "What exactly does virgin blood taste like?"

"You could try to persuade Senjougahara to give you some blood to drink."

Shota looked Rea in the eyes and said, "Although I think I'll be the one who suffers after you say that."

"Ah, Senjougahara-kun really treats me like Shota-kun's pet."

Thinking about this, Rei pouted, somewhat angry. That strange woman was really too difficult to get along with.

"Well, that's just how she is. She seems to be practicing her spiritual power diligently lately. I don't know why she's working so hard."

Shota couldn't possibly guess what Senjougahara was thinking.

"Shota-kun, you haven't answered my question yet."

"I've never drunk virgin blood, how would I know..."

"Then... let's sneak out and catch one, just a tiny bit, just a tiny bit."

"That's possible. But ordinary virgin blood doesn't necessarily taste good. How about we go and capture a virgin exorcist?"

"Hmm... For an exorcist, drawing 500cc of blood shouldn't be a big problem, right?"

"There shouldn't be..."

When Shota noticed that Rea was still riding on top of him, he placed his hand on her waist affectionately and said, "Okay, get up."

"Oh."

Forget about all that talk about a demon father; his own father never told him he couldn't push anyone he was related to by blood. Let alone Rea, even pushing his own mother wouldn't be considered a new low for Taotie.

Of course, the second part was definitely a joke.

The day after Shota and Rea finished discussing virgin blood.

"Well, we have a new transfer student in our class today. Please let her come in first."

"Oh, oh, oh~ she's a beautiful woman."

"So lucky!"

As soon as they entered, one of the boys exclaimed in surprise.

"Hello everyone, I am Isayama Yomi. I look forward to your guidance from now on."

The beautiful black-haired girl bowed, wrote her name on the blackboard, paused for a moment after scanning Senjougahara, then fixed her gaze on the surprised Shota's face, and said again with emphasis, "Nice to meet you..."

Chapter 59. Small Actions in Class

Image: "Huang Quan" (Yellow Springs), Location: "Images/234217-52126.jpg"

Shota was momentarily speechless at Isayama Yomi's appearance. These past few days, those annoying exorcists from the Countermeasures Office hadn't shown up at all, to the point that he'd almost forgotten their delicious taste. Although he'd known for a while that Isayama Yomi would transfer to this school, that was before she knew Shota's true identity. But now that she clearly knew Shota was the Glutton, why would she choose to transfer to this school again?

There must be a conspiracy here!

That's how Shota came to that conclusion, especially after he saw that Yomi Isayama's seat was arranged next to Mashiro, only one seat away from him, and that he was now looking at Mashiro with a strange gaze.

Should I drag her to the rooftop after class and kill her?

"Snapped--"

A crumpled piece of paper hit Shota on the forehead, interrupting his train of thought. Shota glanced somewhat bewildered at Senjougahara, who was once again displaying hostility towards him for no apparent reason, rubbed his forehead which didn't hurt at all, and unfolded the paper...

It's just trash left over from Senjougahara sharpening pencils...

Shota glared at Senjougahara with a slightly angry look. Generally speaking, classroom paper-throwing was the best time for male and female students to express their feelings. Doing this secretly under the teacher's gaze would bring immense pleasure and enhance their relationship, almost comparable to stepping on each other's feet.

Moreover, if discovered, the teacher will definitely ask the students to read aloud the sweet words on the note, which is usually the first step for a secret relationship to be blessed by the whole world. Of course, some schools have desks that are next to each other, so students also like to write in the same notebook, eliminating the need for passing notes and making it safer.

Moreover, communicating in writing avoids the awkwardness and shyness of face-to-face conversations, while also allowing you to observe the other person's expression when they see the note, and occasionally even doodle to express your feelings...

In short, this is a timeless and enduring method of communication.

Of course, none of this concerned Shota, because what Shota received was a bag of garbage...

Facing Shota's somewhat accusatory gaze, Senjougahara neither felt shy nor ignored it. Instead, she returned his gaze with even more disdain. Her sharp and indifferent eyes seemed to shatter Shota's futile fantasies, reaching straight to the cowardice deep within his heart. The slight upturn of her lips seemed to mock his self-delusion.

However, backing down at this point would make you unmanly.

Shota stared intently at Senjougahara, trying to draw out her sense of shame.

"Kousaka, Kousaka! I'm not talking about my sister, I'm talking about my brother, Kousaka Shota!"

"what?"

With the teacher's angry roar, Shota finally looked away.

"Hmm. Pay attention to the blackboard during class."

The teacher lowered her voice and reprimanded Shota, "Don't stare at girls during class..."

"Huh?"

"Don't pretend you don't understand!"

……

After the first class, the teacher dragged Shota outside and scolded him for a few minutes, because his behavior during class was just too "pig-like".

After the second class, Mashiro dragged Shota outside for a few minutes, explaining that being with the exorcist made the weak Mashiro feel very scared.

After the third period, Shota was about to go to Yomi Isayama to settle scores, but he found that Senjougahara simply pulled him outside and talked to him for a while, only returning when class started.

What are you doing here?

Unable to bear the thought of lunch break, Shota wrote these words on a piece of paper, tossed it to Mashiro, and then gestured for Mashiro to toss it to Yomi next to her.

When the note arrived at Huang Quan's desk, a look of surprise appeared on her face as she was intently looking at the blackboard. After unfolding the note and finding the words written inside, she turned her head to look at Shota, who was staring straight ahead. After hesitating for a moment, she wrote her own words on the note and flicked it onto Mashiro's desk with her thumb.

Mashiro stared at the note on the table as if facing a formidable enemy, involuntarily taking a step back. Although she was very curious about what was written on it, the thought that it was written by a terrifying exorcist made her somewhat afraid. Thus, she stared intently at the folded note on the table, as if trying to gain X-ray vision to see what was written on it without touching it.

Seeing this, Shota took the small note from Mashiro's desk and placed it in the center of his own desk the moment the teacher turned around.

"Well--"

Mashiro let out a disgruntled groan. During class, Shota couldn't comfort her, so he gave her a look that said, "I'll treat you to double juice later," and carefully pulled the note open from the two corners.

Below his own handwriting was a row of very elegant characters.

"Come to school."

This guy...

Shota picked up his pen again and continued writing:

"What conspiracy are you plotting now?"

This time, without going through Mashiro, Shota flicked the note away. The note flew through the air in an elegant parabola, causing Mashiro's eyes to follow the note as it flew past.

"Snapped."

With exceptionally good motor skills, Huang Quan caught the note in mid-air while supporting his cheek. After unfolding it and glancing at it, his expression remained unchanged. He then picked up a pen, wrote a few words on it, and tossed it back to Xiang Tai.

"There's no conspiracy. Why am I being so unwelcome?"

"Because you're an exorcist! Haven't you caused me enough trouble already?"

"I apologize for that matter."

"..."