Mika looked up at the vampire noble when Ferid suddenly mentioned,
“As a matter of fact, in the past my master called me ‘Michaela’.
"Huh? What in the…”
What is going on?
He couldn’t have heard that right.
He felt Ferid’s hand on his shoulder. Remaining as he was a claw traces his neck.
“I’ll take a sip.”
“Oh, um, about the reward…”
“The goods of this dwelling, help yourself to them. Surely in there should be something you want. Well, is that all?
”…Y-yes. Please go-“
But before he finished his sentence, his neck was already being bit. He felt fangs tearing the skin apart and piercing through his neck. This was practically the first time he had blood sucked from his neck. He could feel it coming out, siip, siiiip, siiiiiip.
It felt different from when the machine extracted it. A hint of pain mixed with immoral pleasure. What he held dear was slowly being overpowered against his own will by this strange pleasure, it was humiliating.