“My feelings for my sister should be enough for me to take that step, right?”
Loriditia looked at Lorevil’s tranquil sleeping face. She read the text in the booklet bit by bit, her breathing growing rapid. This booklet contained an indescribable secret technique she had discovered, one that involved the core bond of the Vampire race.
The bond of a Vampire was pure, but it was also dangerous!
Even Loriditia, who was about to reach the threshold of the Stage 3 high rank, was no exception. Once she surrendered to it, it would be difficult to extricate herself. Under extreme circumstances, a Vampire would become overexcited.
*Thump, thump.*
Loriditia could almost hear her own frantic heartbeat. She was currently in the throes of such excitement, a primal longing screaming from the depths of her heart.
Extend the fangs, consume the blood!
It was an instinct she could not suppress, and Loriditia had no desire to suppress it.
“Sister, oh sister, why can’t your love be for me alone?”
As Loriditia spoke, she slowly unfastened her martial robes and did the same for her sister, serving her as if she were handling a rare treasure.
“Sister probably hasn’t had her blood sucked by any other Vampire yet, right?”
The corners of Loriditia’s mouth curled into a smug smile, revealing her fangs as she leaned closer to Lorevil’s snow-white neck.
“Then I’ll be the first. Sister’s first time must only belong to me.”
“Mm…”
Lorevil’s red lips parted slightly.
In her deep sleep, Lorevil seemed to sense something was wrong. She tried to struggle, but the secret technique forced her to involuntarily respond to the source of heat drawing near.
“This secret chamber, this booklet, and me… everything was prepared for you, Sister.”
Loriditia felt fortunate that she had chosen this secret chamber, allowing her to release her wild nature as a pure-blooded Vampire to her heart’s content. With Isolde standing guard outside, no one would disturb the intimacy between the two sisters.
Though her sister might not understand her actions once she woke up—perhaps there would be a violent argument or a direct confrontation—at this moment, her sister’s eyes were closed as if she were giving her tacit consent.
Furthermore, the medicine would stimulate Lorevil’s bloodline, making her instinctively cling to Loriditia.
“Mm, Noxia, stop it.”
Loriditia’s dense kisses fell upon her body, causing a tingling, numb sensation. This made the already dazed Lorevil subconsciously assume it was Noxia kissing her.
Her mouth opened and closed like a fish blowing bubbles, but Lorevil tried her best to maintain the last shred of her sanity, struggling to resist. Her feelings for Noxia had always been serious. Until she settled the complications with Mahina, she could not treat Noxia this way. It would be irresponsible.
“Sister, isn’t it nice to become like this?”
Loriditia watched her sister struggle in her arms, her eyes curving into two crescents. Her fangs pierced Lorevil’s fair, delicate skin, drawing out her blood. The sensation of their bloodlines connecting traveled through the fangs and spread throughout Loriditia’s entire body.
All the suppression and longing were released with unprecedented intensity the moment she drank the blood.
Loriditia held Lorevil enjoyably, as if she wanted to make up for all the years she had missed with her sister.
“Sister! Sister!”
After an unknown amount of time, Loriditia cried out. She held Lorevil’s body tightly, refusing to let go, eventually collapsing against Lorevil’s chest and remaining still. Those majestic yet cold silver pupils were filled with satiation and post-act lethargy. A faint trace of blood remained on her red lips.
“Loriditia, that girl…”
Outside the door, Isolde had been straining her ears to listen to the movements inside. She had only come to help after Loriditia’s relentless pestering, and she felt quite reluctant in her heart. After all, Lorevil was no fool. If she discovered the truth later, there would certainly be hell to pay.
However, hearing the sounds coming from within, the usually cold-on-the-outside, warm-on-the-inside Isolde could not help but feel her cheeks burn. Her legs felt slightly weak, and she nearly slipped.
‘No, I shouldn’t look.’
She hesitated for a moment but eventually pushed the door open just a crack to peek inside. She saw Loriditia, contrary to her usual self, occupying the dominant position as she lay motionless in Lorevil’s arms. Lorevil’s eyes remained closed, and the wound on her neck was already beginning to heal.
*Gulp.*
Isolde swallowed hard and quickly withdrew her gaze, her heart pounding. She was only acting out of curiosity. If Loriditia found out she had peeked at their intimate moment, given Loriditia’s terrifying possessiveness, she would definitely be beaten within an inch of her life.
“Fine, fine, I won’t disturb them.”
Isolde closed the door and leaned against the wall to calm her breathing. A thought could not help but pop into her head.
‘Is doing that kind of thing with a sister really that pleasurable?’
She actually understood Loriditia quite well. To the outside world, Loriditia seemed to have a bright future as a direct heir the family focused on cultivating, but only she knew the pressure she carried on her back. Despite being burdened by so much pressure and living a stifling life within the family, every time they met and the sister from her memories was mentioned, the girl’s eyes would light up like a starry sky.
It seemed Lorevil would just have to suffer this time.
“After this, Loriditia will go into seclusion in the secret realm. At least she fulfilled one of her wishes,” Isolde murmured helplessly to herself. Two flushes of red appeared on her pretty face, and her legs trembled frequently. “So cold…”
“As for Lorevil…”
After a while, the rested Isolde finished tidying up and muttered, “Given her past reputation as a player, it’s questionable whether she even remembers her cousin Loriditia. She might forget about this in a few days. I hope so.”
***
Lorevil did not know how much time had passed before she finally woke up. Her entire body felt weak, and her head was heavy. She gritted her teeth, trying to stand, but her limbs simply would not listen to her.
At that moment, a familiar voice spoke beside her.
“You’re awake?”
“Isolde? Why are you here?”
Lorevil struggled to pull herself up. Her eyelids were heavy and her vision was blurred, but she could just barely recognize the other girl. “I’m…”
Isolde sighed, her acting skills superb. “It seems you don’t remember anything.”
“Did you save me? The person who attacked me… did you see them clearly?”
Lorevil recalled the events before she lost consciousness, her brow furrowing. She remembered nothing of what happened afterward.
“I was passing by the alley when I saw you lying unconscious on the ground. Then, I brought you to a hidden base belonging to my family.” Isolde had already prepared her script, her expression natural. “They seemed like some small-fry thugs. They were probably after your supplies from the Thorns.”
‘Small-fry? How could Isolde have just happened to be passing by?’
Lorevil frowned. Things were not that simple. Isolde was hiding something, but Lorevil was too physically weak to see through the lie.
“Thank you for arriving in time. Otherwise, I don’t know what would have happened.”
Lorevil checked her physical condition and temporarily suppressed the doubts in her heart, offering a word of thanks to Isolde. Aside from exhaustion and a slight stinging pain on her neck, she had suffered no other injuries. It did not seem like the work of an enemy.
Could it be that what Isolde said was true, and the attacker was from a rival faction of the Thorns? After all, though the news of the Thorns’ reorganization was kept quiet, it was inevitable that some word would leak out. Especially those small factions that had been offended by the Thorns in the past—they certainly wouldn’t pass up such an opportunity.
Poor Lorevil did not give a single thought to the cousin she had abandoned many years ago, Loriditia.
“It was nothing.”
Isolde stood up and pointed toward the door. “The outskirts of Holy Blood City are just outside. Once you’ve rested enough, you can go straight to Holy Blood Academy from here.”
The girl was struggling to maintain her “good person” facade. Seeing Lorevil seriously analyzing the situation made her want to laugh.
‘Oh, Lorevil, Lorevil…’
‘Your cousin sucked your blood dry, and here you are thanking me, the accomplice right under your nose. You’re so cute it should be illegal.’
“Thank you for your help this time. If you ever need my assistance in the future, just ask.”
After resting for a while, Lorevil struggled to sit up. Although her body was still weak and soft, she could manage to move.
“Sure thing,” Isolde said, waving her fair little hand.
In her heart, however, she refused. She hoped there would never be a next time. If she helped Loriditia with such shameful things again, she felt like she would eventually get dragged down with her.
“A portion of my bloodline energy was drained. It must be the effect of the medicine. I feel a bit weak.”
Lorevil leaned against the wall as she walked out of the shadows. Her face was pale, and she could not help but squint against the harsh sunlight.
“I won’t be going to the Blood Hunting Ground today.”
The side effects were too great. It felt like she had stayed up all night at an internet cafe and then spent the day working as a delivery driver. Lorevil could barely keep her back straight as she walked.
Lorevil took out her communication blood crystal and wiped the sweat from its surface.
Madam Sharon had sent an anxious message: [Lorevil, the supplies have been handed over to Ira. Are you alright?]
Lorevil’s fingers trembled as she struggled to type: “I’m fine. I might just be too tired. I’ll be okay after some rest.”
After sending the message, Lorevil’s legs actually gave out, and she nearly slumped to the ground.
Is there a psychological counselor around? Someone save her. Right now, she felt like her entire body was falling apart.