The particular sound of the extravagant door opening and closing felt even more sorrowful.
If it hadn’t been for this situation, I never would’ve kicked Azel out.
I suppressed my heart screaming with guilt. Why was I so impatient that I couldn’t even get these trivial things to work out with each other?
I didn’t really mean to hurt him.
No matter how much I tried to think about the reasons why, my brain was completely useless at the moment. I had to deal with my body that was not working the way I wanted it to, and the desire that had been stirred up.
I struggled to sit up on the bed properly, dragging my sluggish body with a clouded mind. But, of course, I couldn’t do that.
“Hh… ngh, nn, ah…!”
I dragged the sheets and finally fell out of bed.
Still, there was a soft carpet, so I just had to make do to get out of this situation.
As I fell, I curled up helplessly on the carpet and slipped my hands into the opening of my nightclothes.
My member, which was already a bit wet, got hard surprisingly fast and spat out clear, sticky liquid when I entangled it with my fingers and stimulated it a few times.
Perhaps it was because I hadn’t had the time to feel like that or that I didn’t feel like it even in my previous world, but I was greedily receiving stimulus as if I had been waiting for it.
“Ha… Aa, aah…”
Not long after I started to comfort myself, an uncontainable voice spilled out from me, together with a thick, sticky cum, onto my hand. It was a record-breaking speed. I wanted to cry.
It was the fastest I had ever come, but the member in my hand was still firm despite that fact. I felt really troubled.
I knew it was inevitable, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how shameless I was.
In someone else’s prison, of someone else’s castle, engrossed in jerking myself off at the foot of the bed while curled up on the carpet.
As I sorted out the situation, I began to feel how incredibly sinful it was.
Yet, the carnality was bringing heat to my core, so much that it would never subside even if I left it alone. I shut my eyes in resignation and started to move my hands, free from obstructive thoughts.
“Damn it… because, of… ah, ngh… the venom… nn, ha… ah…”
I indulged my mind dizzy with anemia and stroked myself over and over again while making excuses.
The pain, distress, and fatigue had become quite numbed while I was absorbed in comforting myself. Perhaps that was its purpose: to give their prey comfort as they drink their lifeblood.
Since so much had been sucked out of me, it was inevitable that the same amount of venom had flowed into my body.
The saliva that spilled from the edge of my parted lips wet the carpet, but I didn’t care.
My body began to twitch little by little, finally reaching climax.
“Ah… nn, ah…! Ha, haa… ah…”
The intervals between my erratic breathing had become shorter and shorter. My hands moved more fervently, and I couldn’t help but bite into the sheets that I dragged along with my body, making them wet with saliva.
The second time I came took much longer than the first but still delivered a pleasure that numbed my hips, unable to contain the lewdness.
I calmed down a bit and fixed my ragged breathing.
As I lay there exhausted, I hated myself as I realized I had ended up staining my nightclothes and the carpet with my thick cum that I couldn’t contain with one hand.
My body was still burning, but it seemed to settle down if I just stayed still like this.
I sluggishly walked to the bathroom, washed my hands, dampened a hand towel, and somehow cleaned the carpet and my clothes.
I struggled to stand, though I staggered and fell down twice because of anemia.
My sensitive skin grazed against the fabric, and it exuded immense pleasure. Still, I didn’t gasp in an unruly manner.
I climbed into bed and burrowed myself into it deeply, the area around my hips still throbbing painfully. I closed my eyes tight and pretended not to notice.
—As soon as I calmed down, all that came to mind was Azel’s figure as he left the room, more depressed than ever.
The moment he allowed his delicious fodder, whom he had been treating so well, to get out of the prison, only to do an errand that I couldn’t tell him about… didn’t it seem like I was trying to escape?
I understood why he would be suspicious of that. It was totally understandable why he misunderstood, got mad, and said those things, immediately reminding me of where I stand from his perspective.
He devoured me harshly but healed my wounds and apologized. By the looks of it, he didn’t intend to take my blood so mercilessly to the point where I couldn’t even move properly.
‘I’ve done it!’ he must’ve thought.
Not that it hadn’t passed my mind that I might be suspected of running away, but I didn’t think that he’d be that upset.
There was no reason for me to be recognized as someone so important that he would be so opposed to me running away. After all, I tried to kill him.
But in reality, the misunderstanding had accelerated to the point of threatening me just so I wouldn’t leave.
—If I knew he would become like that, leaving the room looking so sad, then I should’ve just told him what I wanted to do without acting so unreasonable and overbearing.
He had always been gentle, vibrant, and a little bit eccentric for the past three weeks. I shouldn’t have hurt him for being stubborn.
I didn’t feel scared, angry, or disgusted in the slightest by what he did to me.
I was food to him, but he didn’t treat me like he pitied me, as if I was just merely food.
He treated me much better than others.
My feelings of gratitude weren’t something that would be destroyed by the slightest miscommunication. I was genuinely and sincerely grateful for all the words I had received when we first met and all the things that came to me.
So, it’s just that I’m really very sorry.
I wanted to apologize to him for making him do something terrible and for telling him something harsh.
I wanted to apologize and make up with him.
“Tomorrow… we made a promise, so… I…”
I mumbled to myself, deciding on tomorrow, and my mind drifted off into a deep sleep.