Chapter 100 : Unfamiliar Emotions
As you can see, you may call
Eve.
I have no surna—rather, this is a codena. My original na was abandoned long ago, after that disaster when I beca a Vampire and joined the Ravens.
They never rejected
with strange looks because I was a Vampire. [Father] once told
to leave my na and experiences in the past, and from then on walk forward forever with a new codena.
The identity of a Vampire granted not only the label of heretic but also abilities beyond ordinary people. Because of that, after only half a month of training, I officially began a life stained with blood.
Until the first ti I personally took a life.
Before that, my hesitation of a few seconds nearly exposed the organization mbers traveling with .
Therefore, my ntor punished
by forbidding blood supplentation for a month and warned
that emotions would affect judgnt.
I rembered it and perford well. In the countless missions afterward, I never repeated the sa mistake. Step by step, I beca one of the organization’s most valued individuals.
Yet one day, [Father] suddenly placed
as an eye inside a family called Hatherin and reduced my missions.
I asked no further questions. I treated it as an ordinary long-term task, even obtaining a first-class maid certification and formally interacting with so-called nobility.
After all, before this, they had always been targets dying beneath my blade.
Thus I t the Hatherin young lady, Vivian Hatherin. Our first close contact was in a restroom.
My first impression: she appeared cute, yet her conduct was always arrogant and forceful like a noble lady. I paid it no mind.
As for her wanting
to kneel—since that was not in the mission requirents, she judged
a stubborn subordinate unwilling to obey.
I did not argue. I only knew to fulfill my duties.
Yet those duties gradually developed into… sothing difficult to understand.
I must admit I do not dislike physical intimacy with her. It carries no burden—whether playing with her legs or other places, or even the reverse, there is no issue.
And that challenge letter—honestly, she took such childish thinking seriously and even told
to wait and see.
So I must say, in my previous life as an assassin, I had never anticipated anything like this.
Later I realized it was not only those seemingly… suggestive interactions that caught my attention.
There was also her blood. Its taste was so unique that nothing else could interest
anymore. It was difficult to get used to.
I wanted—very much—to taste it again.
Coincidentally, what we are doing now should be called… kissing?
The aning is unclear, but that is not the point.
Though I do not understand why we must do this, I know I have once again tasted that special blood.
It is a rare opportunity to obtain it without exposing my identity, so in order to get more, I followed her lead and responded to the kiss.
Afraid it would end too soon, I held her waist. Truly—since sleeping while holding her last ti, I admit I beca addicted, like holding a living doll that could speak and move.
Except she is soft, warm, and adorable.
She wrapped her arms around my neck. We were very close, clearly feeling warm breaths against our faces.
But I only wished to take blood, and I do not know how to kiss…
Since she wanted this, I let her guide . Fortunately, nothing unexpected occurred. She seed to like it very much.
And satisfied with my response?
The kiss lasted long. I no longer rembered when it began. Warm breath intertwined around our embracing figures, as though we were one.
Soft sounds rose and fell.
Arms still around the waist, hands still clasping the neck—an emotion mixed with possessiveness and unfamiliar attachnt spread silently, unnoticed.
The proud young lady kept her eyes closed. She was inexperienced, yet far better than the always expressionless maid before her.
For the first ti she felt a kind of loss of control—not of the other person, but herself.
The kiss continued, shifting from tentative to deep. Vivian controlled the rhythm with almost provocative curiosity.
She sensed Eve’s compliance—not passive, but accepting.
Eve restrained her impulse, focusing only on drawing the faint blood mixed within saliva, satisfying her selective craving.
Eventually, using strong learning ability, she even began imitating the other’s actions—quite convincingly.
She neither cared nor knew the other was inexperienced; copying was enough, and she unknowingly enjoyed it.
After a long ti, unfortunately they still had not learned how to breathe during a deep kiss. They endured by holding their breath—Eve could withstand it, but Vivian could not.
As the initiator, she ended it first, pulling back slightly. A thin strand stretched between their lips before breaking.
She slowly opened her eyes, mist filling them. Though breathing unevenly, she said happily, “You actually learned it, but you are still far from good.”
Eve did not respond. She only looked at the moist, swollen lips, the alluring scent of blood lingering between them.
Without thinking, she leaned closer to kiss again.
Vivian froze briefly, then chuckled playfully. “Still want to continue?”
“Yes…”
“Continue what? If you do not say it, how would I know?”
“I want to continue kissing Miss…”
Satisfied, Vivian guided the hand at her waist back into place. She touched Eve’s lips, yet stopped just before closing in.
As if intentional, she watched Eve close her eyes and slightly extend her tongue, and could not help laughing.
“Do you know you look like a foolish puppy right now? Hehe~”
Eve realized belatedly she had been teased. A faint dissatisfaction appeared; her relaxed brows furrowed slightly as she turned her face aside.
“What, angry?”
“No.”
“Hmph, stubborn. You dare have an opinion of ?” Vivian forced her face forward, slid her thumb into her lips, and lifted the corner of her mouth, revealing the unusually sharp teeth hidden within.
“So that is why you could wound . Are you actually a dog?”
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