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It started with a wager gone awry. If Akiha had lost, she would have had to do something for Satsuki. But she didn’t.
From there, it was simple. Satsuki needed money. Back alley life was not ideal. So it became a job.
It wasn’t an especially dignified job.
Satsuki was, nominally, a maid. If you looked at the Tohno manor’s employee list, or their expense sheets, that’s what she was credited as. But the mansion had other maids and none of them did what she did. Even Kohaku and Hisui still did housework.
Maybe it would have been better to describe her as a handmaid. But Akiha still had Kohaku for that. Things like making tea or serving Akiha’s minor needs weren’t under her job purview. Hardly anything was, really.
It should have been nice. Getting paid to be a maid without doing any housework. And yet…
It wasn’t like the job had no responsibilities. Satsuki had to attend to Akiha for her entire shift. Standing there, just in case Akiha needed her. Sometimes, that would be to talk, like how Akiha would talk to Kohaku. That was infrequent, but not unpleasant. Occasionally, Satsuki would pour Akiha tea, although it was always made by one of the other maids.
But her main role as a maid was to be a blood bag.
Not even Akiha’s main blood bag. That duty still fell to Kohaku for reasons Satsuki didn’t fully understand. But when Akiha wasn’t choosing Kohaku for the source of her blood, the duty fell to Satsuki.
Unfortunately, or perhaps quite fortunately for her paychecks, Satsuki seemed to be Akiha’s favorite source of blood. After so long of Akiha degrading her for being poor, it came as a surprise. A win for the working class, by any means.
Akiha was in the sitting room; she was on the couch, while Satsuki stood next to her. Satsuki wore the maid dress that had become familiar to her. They had been like that for a little bit now. Akiha had been seeing a guest earlier, but now she sat in silence. Cups of tea had come and gone. She had some schoolwork to be done, and some paperwork related to the Tohno family businesses, but she was already mostly done with that.
There would be nothing wrong with a little indulgence.
She clapped twice. That roused Satsuki from the boredom-induced near nap that she had found herself in. It was easy to nodd off, even when standing, when she had to do nothing for hours at a time. Easy money, maybe, but at what psychological cost…
But Akiha was ordering her over now. Satsuki walked over, then bowed. “What is it, Akiha?” Akiha clicked her tongue, prompting an eye roll from Satsuki. “What is it, Miss Akiha?”
“I desire your blood. If you would?”
Satsuki stuffed her groan down her throat. Then she sat down next to Akiha on the couch. At the very least, that gave her an excuse to shove Akiha a little as she made room. But once she was sitting down, she began preparing herself for Akiha to drink her blood.
At first, Satsuki had expected that Akiha would drink from her neck. That was the normal vampire thing to do. When Satsuki drank blood, that’s what she did. But if not the neck, then perhaps the wrists, or somewhere with obvious blood veins.
That would have been fine. Normal and fine. But of course, Akiha couldn’t be normal.
She had to go for the breast.
Kohaku had it easy, with her traditional Japanese maid dress. Satsuki’s was western style, which meant that it was much harder to pull aside. The laborious process only made the whole thing worse.
But finally, Satsuki had her breasts free for Akiha. She was blushing as much as she always did, but she was done. Now she just had to let Akiha drink her fill and it would be done.
Akiha leaned down. She sank her fans into skin as Satsuki felt blood begin to flow.
Akiha had always said that blood from the breast tasted better. More fat to it, which added more flavor. Or something to that effect, at least. Satsuki was dubious of the idea. She could try it out with Riesbyfe or Sion, if she really wanted. But Satsuki wasn’t a pervert. Akiha was. That was one of their important differences and Satsuki cared to maintain it.
She could have more dignity than some rich pervertess. She could get her blood from places less perverted.
Akiha took longer than usual today. Long enough that Satsuki started paying attention to the clock on the wall of the room. Her shift was up in a few days, after all. And once that clock hit 5:00PM, she was going to leave, whether or not Akiha still had her fangs in her.
But it didn’t come to that. Eventually, Akiha withdrew. Blood ran from the puncture wounds on Satsuki’s chest just the same as it did from the corners of Akiha’s mouth.
Immediately, Satsuki stood up and began dressing herself again. Of course, she was set to leave soon, but until then, she wanted to cover up her bleeding breasts.
Akiha seemed pleased with it.
Satsuki didn’t linger on that. She didn’t care for a pervertess’s affection. She got plenty of that at home.
The clock struck the hour. With a roll of the eyes, Satsuki turned and started walking away. She didn’t care if Akiha would be upset about her leaving so suddenly. Time to go home was time to go home.