The nun with black stockings is actually a boy?

Helen put her hands on her hips and said, "I won't. How can I just leave and watch my friends suffer?"

"It's because you are my best friend...that I don't want to hurt you." Ivilia raised her head, her scarlet eyes filled with tears.

The first time Helen saw Ivilia, the expressionless girl, cry, she was also shocked.

Ivylia, you are willing to cry for me.

Then I have an obligation to help you too! Ivilia!

"Avilia, I'm here to help you sincerely." Helen bent down and extended her hand to Avilia. "I promised you that I'm your best friend."

Ivilia's scarlet eyes dimmed a little.

Why do you say this?

Why do I have to face you in such a state of extreme blood thirst?

Why punish my...best friend?

"Ivlia?" Helen tilted her head in confusion when she saw that Ivlia didn't respond for a long time.

Ivilia slowly lowered her head.

Helen squatted down in surprise, lowered her head slightly and asked, "What's wrong, Avila?"

Wow!

Ivilia suddenly rushed over and knocked Helen to the ground.

"Avilia?"

Helen, who fell to the ground, cried out in surprise. When she came to her senses, she found that Ivilia's eyes had lost their luster.

Extreme blood thirst!

Helen immediately understood Ivilia's current state. At this moment, there was only desire in her mind.

Phew——

The moment the fangs pierced the skin of her neck, Helen's whole body trembled. A quick and sharp pain flashed by, and her breathing unconsciously followed the beating of her heart. Slowly, a strange and unusual feeling spread throughout her body.

It feels like a bottle of rose wine mixed with sweet fruit juice, with occasional cloves and cinnamon echoing in the mouth.

"Really? So this is the so-called disease?" Helen gently stroked Ivilia's head and let Ivilia lie on her and suck her blood.

"By the way, Avila, have you gained weight these days?"

Helen was a little breathless under the pressure of the light cruiser Ivilia, so she complained gently.

After hearing these words, Ivilia seemed to regain some clarity, opened her mouth, and looked up at Helen.

Helen patted Ivylia's back gently and said, "Let me get up. I'll give you some drink later. I can't stand you drinking like this."

Ivilia stood up uncomfortably: "Helen, go away."

Her voice was extremely hoarse, as if there was something liquid stuck in her throat.

Helen just thought that Ivilia had drunk blood and didn't realize anything was wrong. Instead, she stood up with Ivilia and gently helped Ivilia up.

"Be good, I'll help you later." Helen reached out and unbuttoned her maid uniform, "This way your blood thirst can be relieved."

"Helen...you don't understand...Hurry up and leave. The aura is already circulating in your body." Ivilia's cheeks flushed. "Helen~"

Unfortunately, Ivylia's advice did not reach Helen's ears, but instead made Helen think that Ivylia was worried.

"Ah~ Stupid Ivilia, instead of worrying about me, you should worry about yourself." Helen decisively used a healing spell.

It was at this moment that the ice silk neck ring emitted a blue light.

Ivilia lowered her head in silence, her pink hair covering her face, making it impossible to see her expression.

Helen pulled her clothes down, revealing her rosy shoulders and delicate collarbone. "Come on, drink as much as you can~"

He was confident that it was nothing serious, it was just blood sucking, and he would just use healing magic to heal it continuously later.

Ivilia swallowed, her mouth full of the taste of Helen's blood.

It tastes delicious, or it would not be an exaggeration to say that it is the best blood of all, like the taste of white roses mixed with grapes, cinnamon and cloves.

Even now after drinking it, there is no fishy taste in my mouth at all, but instead an indescribable smoothness.

"Did you drink enough?" Helen said smugly, "It seems the illness isn't that serious."

The moment she finished speaking, Ivilia moved, hugged Helen in her arms, and bit Helen's neck again.

Helen groaned, and when she was about to speak to comfort Ivylia, she found that she was holding him and walking forward, bumping into the door.

"Hmm, really, you don't know how to control yourself at all." Helen gently stroked Ivilia's head. "You sucked too hard... huh?"

Helen suddenly felt something was wrong and discovered that Ivilia's fangs were injecting something into his body?

"Avila? What are you doing?" Helen widened her eyes in surprise.

I truly treat you as a friend, what have you injected into me!

As the blood of the First Embrace flowed into Helen's body through the wound, the succubus blood in her body was completely activated and ready to resist. However, when she found out that it was the blood of the First Embrace, she immediately stopped resisting and instead cooperated with the fusion.

"No, don't do this." Helen's emerald green eyes were filled with a hazy and watery light that made people stop and stare. Her hands, which were originally tightly holding the clothes, loosened unconsciously, and her toes, which were like grapes sprinkled with cream, also slightly pulled away from each other.

It’s over, I’m in trouble!

This was Helen's last moment of clarity, and it soon gave rise to a decadent desire to be conquered.

On the other side, after the injection, Ivilia continued to suck blood. The blood that was nourished and transformed by the ice silk neck ring made her intoxicated.

Chi-

This time the fangs penetrated deeper again, which made Helen completely surrender to Ivilia's power. The tender white instep of her foot showed a different kind of blush, and the snow-white arch of her foot bent slightly because of the pain, forming a beautiful curve.

"Avilia, please let me go."

"Not there!"

"I was wrong, Avila, you were right."

"Want me to kneel down?"

"I am your wife, your blood wife... wuu ...

……

Seeing the door bang, Annie and Dean looked at each other and left in tacit understanding.

The couple came to the lobby on the first floor, and Dean bowed solemnly to his father's portrait.

Anne came to her husband holding a booklet with the word "Family Tree" written on it.

Dean quickly pulled out a pen from his pocket and asked, "Does Helen have a last name?"

"Probably not. She's not a noble, but the royal family married her first. How is her status determined?" Anne asked anxiously.

"Um... Helen Dragaces Palaiolo Augustus." Dean read out a string of names.

"My husband, you're truly amazing! Now it's legitimate. The royal family is definitely Helen Dragaces Palaiologos." Anne narrowed her eyes. "According to heraldic genealogy, strictly speaking, they're not the same person."

Dean smiled and stroked his beard, then quickly wrote [Helen Dragaces Palaeologus Augustus].

"Well... in order to avoid being noticed by future generations, let's change 'marry' to 'marry'." Anne said meaningfully.

Dean immediately filled in a few words on the form after Helen's name.

Position within the clan: Wife.

Origin of identity: The fifth princess of the Roman royal family.

Chapter 120: Hmm~

The next morning.

Ivylia's house, restaurant.

"Here, this is our sweet crust cake. Recently, the supply control is strict, so there are no raisins."

Anne, who was always arrogant and cold, now placed delicious cake and milk in front of Helen's table.

At this moment, Helen was wearing a Victorian long dress and sitting on a chair with a blushing face.

It wasn't because he was shy, but because of the physical aftereffects. After all, he had just gotten out of bed...or rather, out of the wet sheets.

"My mouth is a little dry. I don't feel like eating." Helen replied listlessly.

Not only was my blood sucked last night, but I was also pressed against the door by Ivilia. Now, not only does my whole body ache, but my head is also buzzing.

The most shameful thing was that when he was pressed against the door, he actually clamped Ivylia's waist...

The most embarrassing thing was that in the end he actually rode on Ivilia, turning the tables.

But the problem is, that was not his original intention, but the desire that arose after the First Embrace Blood was injected.

It must be the succubus bloodline!

Helen thought bitterly inwardly... "By the way, Ivilia has horns too?" She was right. After all, her mother was a succubus, so it was normal to inherit some of that.

It feels quite stable when holding on while driving...ahem.

Thinking of this, Helen's pretty face turned red and she touched her head subconsciously.

He didn't want to be caught by some girl and forced into driving mode in the future.

"What's wrong, Helen?" Anne poured Helen a full glass of milk.

"Nothing, I was just thinking about the value of the saying that compatriots should not deceive compatriots." Helen stared at Anne resentfully.

Feeling uneasy under Helen's gaze, Anne quickly turned around and shouted to the kitchen in the back, "Avila, is the water ready?"

"I'm here, Mom." Ivilia, wearing a red pajamas dress, came out with hot water with an expressionless face.

Helen stood there in a daze, pointing at Ivilia and asking, "Why are you able to get out of bed now?"

"Because I am a vampire." Ivilia blinked.

Helen's pretty face turned red, and he suddenly thought of Ivilia's different style last night, and how charming her charm was under her expressionless face.

"Ahem, okay, I can barely accept this explanation." Helen crossed her arms.

Ivylia hummed, brought a basin of hot water to Helen, and then...

Kneel down.

"Uh, this..." Helen was stunned.

"Wash your feet." Ivilia stretched out her hands.

Helen hesitated for a moment, then lifted her feet and placed them in Ivilia's hands.

When the warm soles of her feet touched her cold hands, a strange electric current was transmitted to Helen's brain.

"Hmm~?" Helen made a strange sound.

The three people present looked at Helen.

Helen's pretty face turned red and she covered her face with her hands: "The milk is a little hot, it burned my hand."

Faced with Haili's lame excuse, no one delved into it and just lowered their heads to go about their own business.

Helen on the other side was horrified.

Didn’t I wear tentacle stockings for two or three days?

How come the sensitivity is not as low as I thought?

While he was terrified, Ivilia placed his feet in hot water.

"Hmm~" Helen made a cute chirping sound.

Anne and Dean looked at Helen in surprise again.

"The cake is too greasy. I don't feel like eating it." Helen answered reluctantly.

Anne and Dean looked at each other and immediately filled a bowl of brown sugar rice porridge for Helen.