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I'm hungry.
So very hungry.
Father hasn't been home in weeks. "Business trip," he said. He left some blood bags in the fridge, but they barely lasted me a week.
Picking up my phone, I tap on his photo and call to ask when he'll be back. "Just a few more days." He said that last week, too.
Scrolling through my phone some more, I see Sendai-san's profile picture. We haven't texted, but she insisted on exchanging contact information after I paid for her books earlier.
– Maybe I could use this to my advantage.
She did owe me a favour, after all. Sendai-san practically begged to pay me back, but I refused. A few favours from the illustrious Sendai-san were worth more than 5,000 yen in my eyes.
I could hold back my hunger for one more day. After that, I'll cash in my favours with Sendai-san.
Since I lacked the energy to do anything without food, I laid in my bed and stared at the ceiling, counting in my head until I dozed off.
"Miyagi… go ahead."
Sendai-san exposes her neck and shoulder through her blouse. My fangs instinctively extend, tempted by the scent of Sendai-san's skin.
We're in a room I don't recognize. Plain and minimalist. The only decorations to speak of are a penguin plush and a platypus tissue cover. Why those specifically?
Looking at Sendai-san, I see a face I've never seen her make. Warm, gentle, welcoming. Like she's accepted what's to come. Like we've done this many times before. Like it's become routine.
My body moves forward, and I sink my fangs into Sendai-san without thinking. Her blood flows into my fangs, into my stomach. It tastes richer than anything I've had before, sweeter than any candy yet not overwhelming.
It's… addicting.
For a couple of minutes, I savour the taste.
Sendai-san cups her hand on my cheek.
Satisfied, I retract my fangs. Sendai-san pulls my face close to hers and gives me a kiss on the cheek. She moves her lips down to mine and kisses me deeper. Naturally, the taste of her blood escapes my lips, but she doesn't seem to mind.
The taste of her saliva complements her blood surprisingly well. So much so, that my fangs begin to protrude into her tongue.
Feeling this, Sendai-san moves back and starts to speak.
"Ah, Shiori... BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP"
…
I've only talked to Sendai-san maybe once or twice, yet the one dream I have about her is that.
I try my best to ignore the erotic thoughts that plague my mind, I still need to get ready for school.
That’s what I thought initially, but the moment I saw Sendai-san in the hallway, the dream came rushing back into my mind.
She was with Ibaraki-san and her usual clique, so I couldn’t get a word in. Her gaze landed on me for a split second, as if she knew what I had dreamed about. That wasn’t possible, was it?
I know dream-eaters exist, but Sendai-san…? No way. If anything, she would have to be a succubus with the way she appeared in my dream like that.
Pushing away those impure thoughts once again, I forced myself to focus on Takahashi-sensei's endless droning about youkai history.
Near the end of class, I sent my very first text to Sendai-san:
– Meet me in the music room.
I made my way over there calmly, trying not to let my anxiety show. This would be my first meeting with Sendai-san since I offered to pay for her books, after all.
Upon sliding open the door, I saw a taller figure with long chestnut hair leaning on a desk before me. Sendai-san.
As always, her blouse was unbuttoned and her tie was loose, leaving her collar exposed. However, something about being alone with Sendai-san, being this close to her, especially after the dream I had last night, made this situation feel much more intimate than it really was.
Just the sight of her skin was enough to pull the tips of my fangs out. I stared her up and down, spending extra time at her thighs, where she shortened her skirt by a decent amount.
"Miyagi, you know the way you're looking at me is really erotic, right?"
Sendai-san looked slightly amused while saying this, which only served to annoy me.
"Sendai-san. Are you a succubus or something?"
"...Huh?"
"You appeared in my dream last night and… it was erotic."
"...Eh?"
Normally, there was no way I would be telling these things to Sendai-san, or anyone for that matter, but I was hungry and desperate.
"I… I mean, my grandmother was a succubus..? My father's a dream-eater, too…"
A succubus and a dream-eater. No wonder that dream was so vivid and… perverted.
"...Tell me honestly, Sendai-san. Did you put me in that dream on purpose?"
"No! Obviously not! I mean, I know that my presence can make people dream about me, but… not like that."
Odd. Sendai-san seemed to be telling the truth, but it felt like she was hiding more than she let on.
"I still feel like you're not telling me the whole truth, Sendai-san."
Saying this, I inched closer to her and placed my hands on the table behind her. From this angle, she could look down on me as much as she wanted, but the scent of her skin was tantalizing enough to put that aside.
"Miyagi–... Fine. It's just been a long time since I ate a dream, and I've never 'consumed' someone like that. Frankly, I'm starving, and I think it's affecting the dreams I show people."
"So… you're just repressed? How many people's dreams have you affected?"
"For the record, I'm not 'repressed,' okay? I just think that my succubus genes are finally awakening. Also, I'm pretty sure you're the only one I've affected."
Sendai-san was so popular, there was no way I'd be the only one. If anything, I'm pretty sure the entire school would be under her spell.
"Now you're just lying."
She looked at me, incredulous.
"I'm not! Even after I've told you all this, you still don't believe me? Miyagi, the only reason you're affected is because you surprised me yesterday and I lost control."
"You 'lost control'?"
"Well, obviously. If I didn't have any rein over myself and those… abilities, then the entire school would be affected. You just happened to catch me when my guard was down."
I placed my chin on the crook of Sendai-san's neck, half-savouring her scent and half-resting my neck. My arms seemed to naturally wrap around her waist, before I caught myself and placed my hands behind her.
"Fine. I guess I'll believe you, for now."
"...Thanks?"
I could feel her staring at me from above, but I didn't care. Her scent was just so sweet and appetizing that I couldn't bring myself to get off of her.
"I'll let you in on a secret of my own, Sendai-san."
"Hm? What is it?"
Her voice was unusually soft, bringing me back to the dream. Irritating. However, I had to push my emotions aside and get to the point.
"I'm a vampire, you know."
"...Huh."
Sendai-san's voice was flat and neutral, nothing like the reaction I was expecting. When someone reveals they're a vampire in movies, everyone always seems to be surprised.
"You don't sound very surprised."
"I mean, I think anyone could figure that out. You're a real recluse, and you always seem to avoid the sun during gym class."
"But… that's not exactly normal."
"Come on, Miyagi, this is the real world. Youkai are everywhere, not at all like those anime you probably watch."
The jab at my hobbies caught me off guard, irritating me even further.
In response, I pushed Sendai-san down onto the desk. A light thud and the sound of scraping metal filled the room. Now, I was finally looking down at Sendai-san. Leaning over her, I bore my fangs.
"I'll have you know that I'm also starving, Sendai-san. I haven't had blood in quite a while, and you owe me a few favours, in case you forgot."
Staring up at me wide-eyed, Sendai-san then turned to the side and avoided my gaze.
"I didn't forget."
Her voice, which was usually filling the room with Ibaraki-san's group, was now a mere whisper.
"Will you give me your blood, then?"
I tried to give her a way out, but really, I was on the verge of losing control. At the sight of her neck, I was practically salivating.
"...I do owe you."
This time, I had to strain myself to hear her response. As soon as I processed what she said, I bit into her neck.
As vampires, our fangs retract before biting into our prey and then quickly pierce their skin after we have a secure hold on them. Before allowing my fangs to extend, I first savoured the taste of Sendai-san's skin which had been tempting me this entire time. Sweet, but not overwhelming.
Sendai-san's scent filled my mind, making her the only thing I could think about. This had to be because of her succubus pheromones, but I didn't care. If just the taste of her skin was enough to leave me in this state, I could only imagine what her blood would do to me.
To completely savour her skin, I began sucking while I was biting, attempting to drain any remaining flavour.
Sendai-san, with her face next to my ear, began to let out sounds one would normally save for a lover.
After I was sucking on her skin for a few more seconds, Sendai-san quietly whispered in my ear.
“Miyagi… Please just finish this. Any more, and things will get dangerous…”
Finally releasing her skin from my grip, I stared at her, a little confused.
“Dangerous… for whom?”
“Both of us. Please, Miyagi.”
“Tsk. Right while I was beginning to savour the taste. You’re really stingy, Sendai-san.”
“If you really want to keep going, then I don’t mind. But you better be ready for what comes after.”
“…What do you mean by that.”
“…I am part succubus, after all.”
I figured Sendai-san liked to say things that confused me, but this was the most confusing thing she said thus far.
"I thought succubi only preyed on men."
Sendai-san turned to me for a moment, lifting our admittedly overly-intimate atmosphere, and stared as if I was stuck in the past by thinking as such.
Irritating.
To be honest, I much preferred it when Sendai-san quietly obeyed me. If I wanted to see more of that side of her, I could just cash in a few more favours. I had no idea how much that 5,000 yen bill was worth to Sendai-san, but I was willing to push my luck. And when my luck runs out, I'll try another 5,000 yen bill.
"Miyagi, you do know what year it is, right?"
"...Yeah."
"Then why do you sound like a grumpy 80-year-old man?"
Really, I wanted to bite into her right then and there. Apparently, succubi could prey on women, too.
"It's not my fault for not knowing. I don't go out of my way to research succubi, Sendai-san."
It's not like I had any succubus friends to talk to, either. Sendai-san's the only succubus I know, and I only found out by pure chance.
"Fine, fine. I'll accept that for now."
Then, her voice suddenly dropped to a whisper.
"Let's just… finish the job."
Sendai-san turned her face away, as if she was embarrassed. That was the Sendai-san I wanted to see.
Wanting to have a bit of fun with this side of Sendai-san, I pulled her face back by the chin.
"You also need food, don't you?
"...I'm not sure what you mean."
"Surely just saliva would do, right?"
"..."
For the first time, I put Sendai-san into stunned silence. I couldn't help but let a victorious smile tug at the corners of my mouth.
"...And how do you plan on doing that… Miyagi?"
Sendai-san's eyes wouldn't meet mine; they looked as if they were straying further down. To my lips.
"Sendai-san, you pervert. Erotic demon."
"What did I do?"
I couldn't tell her why, because that would mean I had to admit to having the same thoughts as her. Seeing her like this, it's really hard to resist my urges. Not only as a vampire, but as a person.
With the sunlight shining down on her, Sendai-san looked like she jumped right out of a painting. Her hair was illuminated by the soft glow of the sun, her beauty only accentuated by her light makeup. Part of me was jealous of her looks, but there was another part deep down that felt proud, possessive, of this side of Sendai-san. A side of her I'm sure nobody else had seen before. Just thinking about others seeing her like this made that part of me scream, trying to claw its way out of its enclosure.
I couldn't let Sendai-san know about these ugly feelings. Whether it was her pheromones talking or not, I knew these feelings were mine, deep down.
I don't believe in "love at first sight." If anything, it was something akin to a child wanting a toy, finally getting it, and holding onto it desperately. Our relationship now was nothing more than predator and prey, purely transactional.
So, I'll push these emotions aside. These ugly, perverted, rampant emotions. They'll stay locked in a box, buried in the deepest crevices of my mind. I'll never let them see the light of day. I'll never let Sendai-san see into my mind, nor will I let her into my heart. I'll never let anybody else see Sendai-san like this.
For every "never," I shoved those emotions further back into my mind. Those were promises to myself, mantras to keep me going. In hopes of keeping this "relationship" going, if I could even call it that.
"...Nothing. Are you sure you want to keep going, Sendai-san? You can still back out now while I have some semblance of self control."
"It's fine, Miyagi. Just… don't turn me or whatever."
"You'll be fine. We can only turn humans we truly love, after all."
"Are you saying you don't love me? That really hurts, you know."
"You're not a human, Sendai-san."
I knew Sendai-san was teasing me, but I couldn't say anything to deny it. If I put it into words, I was afraid that the emotions I had just now buried would come back to the surface.
So, to quell my rising emotions, as well as Sendai-san and her teasing, I placed my lips to hers.
The moment our lips connected, a strange feeling made its way down my spine. Her lips were so soft, I couldn't help but wonder if this was really Sendai-san at all. Atop her, I could feel every movement of her body, from the rising of her chest, to the wandering of her hands, wondering where she should place them. Not that it mattered to me; she could do whatever she wanted while I was getting my fill of blood.
To make things easier, I pulled her bottom lip with my thumb, making enough space for my tongue to enter. She obliged, and our body heat began to truly blend together.
Sendai-san pulled my waist into a tight embrace, unaware of how close we were to each other. Her grip loosened once she realized, but I pulled her tongue in and bit down with my now-extended fangs.
My fangs should have a numbing agent, but Sendai-san pulled me in tighter than before. Our bodies' combined heat was overwhelming, yet it didn't matter to me.
The blood rushing into my mouth only made me feel warmer, fuller, but craving even more.
– I want to have all of Sendai-san.
That couldn't have been my own thought. I refuse to believe it. It had to be due to Sendai-san's influence, yet I couldn't stop myself from drinking more of her blood. So sweet it was intoxicating, yet savoury enough to leave me full.
– But full isn't enough.
I want even more, just a mere taste isn't enough, I need all of her. I need her. I–
With the last bits of my rationality, I swat away Sendai-san's influence in my head.
Suddenly, Sendai-san pushes my shoulders, causing me to release my grip from her tongue.
"Miyagi, you pervert. That was way more than feeding."
"...Was it?"
I could barely think anymore. My body was incredibly warm, as if Sendai-san transferred all of her body heat to me.
"You steal my first kiss, then you steal my tongue for who knows how long, and you still think that wasn't enough?"
"...I'm sorry."
"Sorry's not enough, Miyagi. Next time, I'll take one of your firsts."
"Huh? Next time?"
"Yes, next time. You didn't think it would end there, did you?"
Sendai-san continues to baffle me. Even after I take her first kiss and go even further, she still insists on there being a "next time."
"I still owe you for the books, so don't think we're even just yet."
"...Okay. Let's just go to my apartment next time, then."
I said that, but I was entirely unsure if Sendai-san was willing to make the trip to my apartment. She had never been there before, too, so I would understand how her first time in my apartment being for this would leave an awkward taste in her mouth.
"You're definitely thinking about doing something perverted to me."
"I'm not."
"Sure, sure. Whatever, just send me the address later."