Vampire bloodsucking means more than just sucking blood.

　As demons with a variety of terrifying abilities, including monstrous strength, the ability to regenerate, and the ability to transform into a wolf, bat, or fog (which I don't have yet), we are called "bloodsucking" demons instead of "fog demons" or "wolf demons," probably because our powers are the most terrifying to ordinary people.

　As far as I could feel after becoming a vampire and receiving Senri's blood many times, blood-sucking is a way to replenish energy, a reproductive act that gives strong pleasure to the self, a means of communication, and a humiliation of the soul.

　Anecdotes of wretches who were sucked and charmed by vampires exist all over the world.
　Through the act of bloodsucking, I came to know Senri. When I sipped the blood of Arbatos, I felt as if I were reliving his life.
　Senri and Albatross did not show any visible changes after the bloodsucking, but that was because they were extremely strong mentally, not because they had normal reactions.

　It's no wonder Monica was afraid of me sucking her blood.
　She was intelligent. And so she knew she wasn't very strong.

　Three bites. That's how many it took for me to win Monica over.
　I knew demons were generally stronger than humans, but apparently not only in spirit.
　At the stage of one bite, there was still a strong resistance. With two bites, the resistance weakened, and with three bites, she gave in and became a pathetic being that could only writhe and beg for mercy.

　Monica was a useful teaching tool for me to properly measure my strength.

　I can't take her with me forever. I am Senri's ally, and Monica is his enemy. But even without that, I wouldn't have accepted Monica.
　Because it doesn't make sense. She is too weak. If Monica has any value, it's only as bait. So I should have chewed Monica thanks for giving me a reason to do so.

　Monica's skin and flesh were soft, and her blood was very sweet, as the smell suggested. Senri's blood was sweet, too, but Monica's was a stewed sweetness that stuck to the back of her throat. The viscosity of the blood was the same as human blood, but the taste reminded me of sweet fruit jam.

　In the dark coffin, I held Monica's twitching body, blocking her resistance with my power, and took my time to sip the blood.
　The demon's body was almost the same as a human's. It had more flesh than Senri's, but that was just an individual difference. The sweet smell that grew as he licked and sucked the blood from his skin, the skin that moistened with excitement and pleasure, were no different. And the blood that flows - there is no great difference.

　It was a supreme pleasure to hold the beating body so tightly that it strangled, and to sip the blood. But perhaps the pleasure Monica is feeling is even greater than what I'm feeling.
　Perhaps the pleasure that vampires bring is closely related to death. The pleasure created by the fusion of the fear of death and s*xuality must be something that is hard to experience when you are alive.

　The only miscalculation was the fact that Monica's words contained a lie.

The only miscalculation was that Monica's words contained a lie: "Huh. ...... Liar. ...... I'm not cursed. ......

　I whispered to Monica as she took a break and slowly sucked my blood, her body twitching with the slow, never-ending pleasure.

　Monica's blood was quite tasty, but the "Carth Steel" was not triggered. Well, I hadn't expected much to begin with, but I guess the cursed blood was a way to avoid being sucked by me.
　In the first place, perhaps the only curse I can suck is the one applied from the outside. Demons are that kind of race, not cursed by anyone.

　But I was in a very good mood because I hadn't tasted blood in a long time. I couldn't replenish my strength as much as I could with Senri's or Arbatos' blood, but it seems that even demon blood can heal to some extent. Perhaps her appearance had something to do with it.

　So I ran my tongue down Monica's neck, looking carefully for the next place to stick my fangs.
　Eventually, I'm going to stick them in all the places I want to stick them, but I'm not going to suck Monica's blood to death, so I need to be selective.

"Look, Monica. It's wrong to lie. Apologize?

"---- ah ...... ah ...... uh... I'm sorry. ...... I'm sorry. ...... I'm sorry. ...... I'm sorry. ...sorry, sorry, sorry. Please, please, please forgive me...please, please, please forgive me...please, please, please forgive me.

　Breathless, Monica apologized with tears in her eyes.
　Already, the clothes that had completely concealed her body had been torn apart by my nails, creating deep slits all over. Without hesitation, I put her skin to skin and restrained her body. My idea was to do what Senri couldn't do anyway.

　Unfortunately, I can't perform what is commonly referred to as a s*xual act. As a Lesser Vampire, I don't have that function yet.
　It may be possible to simulate it if I push myself, but my only interest is in sucking blood, and I don't want to do anything I don't enjoy.

　The next thing to do is to gather information.
　The usual Monica would have been very selective in the information she gave me. She would have been watching me, adjusting the information she gave me so that the Demon King's army would not be at a disadvantage.
　But now, I can't have that information hidden from me. I have to save the captive demon knight, kill the cannibals, kill Rynell, and stop the invasion of Lonburg.

　I've never interrogated anyone before, but I think I can handle Monica in her current stupor, even if I'm a novice interrogator. I'm a little excited.
　Watching Monica writhe in pleasure as her blood is sucked makes me feel like a vampire.

　I'm a little lost, but there's no point in hiding my rebellion when I've already bitten Monica.
　The time is running out. Given her personality, I wouldn't be surprised if Senri came after me soon. The situation is getting tighter.

　Well, at worst, if I fail, I can just drop everything and run away. There will still be emotional pain, but that's life for life. As long as Senri and I survive, that's all that matters. It's your first time and you don't have to worry about failing. Let's just take it easy. Let's have fun interrogating her.
　I sank the tip of my fang a few millimeters into Monica's neck and whispered plainly.

"Monica, tell me the weaknesses of the Demon Lord Rainer as you see them.

"Oh ...... haha, haha ............ eh ......?

　The convulsions stopped for a moment. The twitching stops for a moment, and a dumbfounded voice rises. Apparently, Monica's soul had not yet succumbed.


　Good. Very good. Otherwise it's not worth it. It's still a long night, and if it's morning and I'm in a coffin with no light, I'm invincible.
　I'll just be careful not to die. Let's talk slowly.

　So I came up with a very interesting game. As I rubbed her soft skin, I said to Monica, who was shivering in a way that was different from pleasure.

I'm not a demon, and I won't ...... bite you while you're talking to me. That's an exceptional response for someone who was dragged in by vampires. And I'm not going to kill you. I'm still a man of my word, so you can trust me.



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　Monica's mouth was very tight. I had to bite her belly, chest and thighs fondly to get information.
　Eventually, as I scratched my algae in a way I'd never felt before, tossed about by the intense pleasure, Monica told me.

　The Demon Lord Rynell. The king of the lion dragons.

　His true identity is a mixture of a lion monster and a dragon.
　There is a race of sub-humans known to be the strongest of the dragon bloodline, the Dragonut, and Lynel is the hexenbiest version of them. It is impossible for a dragon to mingle with a magical beast, so it is a miraculous existence.

　His extraordinary size is due to his dragon blood. Its golden fur surpassed the flesh of cannibals, and its claws could cut through castle walls like paper. His physical strength surpasses even that of the dragon species, and he is said to be unable to use his breath, which is one of the threats of dragons, but we don't know how true that is.
　It seems that the only person in the Demon King's army who can hurt Lynell is the number two, the Cannibal.

　If Monica's words, spoken in a half-conscious state, were true, then unlike vampires, Lynel had no obvious weaknesses. In order to destroy the Demon Lord, they would have to either outperform him in pure performance or set him up with a trick.

　However, what was more interesting was not the strength of Lynell, but the fact that the Demon Lord was classified as a pure creature, not a demon.
　For example, Monica, a demon, is a demon. Therefore, she is vulnerable to silver and holy water. Oliver, the werewolf, is also demonic, and of course I, the undead, am demonic.
　The term "demonic" is a general term for cursed beings that belong to the darkness ...... and have a weakness for silver.
　I'm sure there are many other definitions, but I don't want to get into the academic details right now. What is important is that Lynel is a mere creature and can be armed with holy silver.
　I, Oliver, and Monica are not good with silver, so we basically can't carry silver weapons. So what does this mean--.

　I kept my promise. I finished my story and sucked Monica's blood to the limit, but the rank mutation did not occur.
　If the rank mutation had occurred and I had gotten the vampire ability, I might have been able to fight Lynel head on, but no matter. He would have to play with the cards he had.

　I got up from the coffin and got some fresh air for the first time in a while. It seems that I was concentrating too much on sucking blood, and the crimson light was shining through the window.
　It's ...... evening. A little early for a vampire, but not bad.

　Inside the coffin, Monica, clad in tattered clothes, sleeps as if she were dead.
　Perhaps realizing that I was awake, Oliver moved quickly in front of me and plopped down. With a reverent hand, he offers me the clothes I picked out yesterday.

　I wondered if Oliver had been watching me the whole time.

"Oh, good morning, sir. Here are your clothes, Master End.

　I accept the clothes with dismay. Well, I don't mind being respected, but Oliver is in awe of vampires, not me. I don't trust him.

　Now, I need to do what I have to do before I meet up with Senri.

　I already knew my first target.