NAPE - 29

“Doyoon was the one who wanted to be my master.”

Bibi wore a deeply wronged expression.

“Yeah. I wish I could go back to the past and sew my mouth shut.”

Doyoon sighed, recalling his own words. Back then, he had offered to be her master because it was the easiest way. He couldn’t be bothered to force new concepts onto someone who considered herself a hunting dog.

At the time, it was to be in a position to exert influence over her. His goal was to build a cooperative relationship with Bibi, a pureblood vampire.

“It’s probably not too late now.”

Breaking down deeply ingrained brainwashing would take a lot of time and energy. At first, he hadn’t even considered trying, but... now it was different. Doyoon wanted to open the iron cage that the trainer had created. He was curious about what kind of person Bibi would be if she wasn’t a hunting dog. With a purely personal desire, he wanted to show her that there was another world.

“I don’t want you to worship me. Let’s start there.”

“......”

“Let’s try to endure it for a while. Whatever the urge.”

That would be difficult not only for Bibi but also for Doyoon.

Doyoon had a habit of falling asleep while reading. He always fell asleep after midnight. Today was no different. The light that had illuminated the room like the moon finally went out after a long wait.

Bibi, who had been staring at his room through the crack in the door for a long time, took a deep breath and carefully moved her feet.

Opening the bedroom door, she saw Doyoon buried under the covers, fast asleep. His tightly closed eyes looked utterly innocent, completely different from when he was awake.

Bibi carefully climbed onto the bed, making sure the mattress didn’t shake, and sat down beside him. His exposed neck looked particularly smooth today. Slowly lowering her head and taking a deep breath, his heavy scent traveled up her nose and deep into her stomach.

Saliva welled up in her mouth, and her body relaxed. Hunger washed over her. Bibi was intoxicated by Doyoon’s scent. His body, just fallen asleep, smelled even stronger and better than usual. Was it because his body heat had risen?

She pressed her nose against his neck and inhaled deeply, taking in as much of his scent as she could. A deep sense of satisfaction, as if she had just quenched her thirst, washed over her just from his scent. At the same time, an urge to taste him directly arose. She pressed her body closer to Doyoon’s chest.

Under his clothes, she could feel firm, dense muscles, like hardened earth. Unable to resist the impulse, Bibi parted her lips and extended her tongue first. The warm, smooth skin felt against her tongue.

“Hmm...”

As her moist, warm tongue lingered on his neck, he seemed to sense something even in his sleep. Doyoon let out a small groan and shifted. Bibi, who had secretly entered the bedroom, didn’t run away and remained still. Please don’t wake up, please don’t wake up...

“Bibi?”

Doyoon, a light sleeper, felt a presence and turned to his side, discovering Bibi.

“Why are you here...? Can’t you sleep?”

Doyoon reached out and stroked Bibi’s curly hair. Perhaps because he was still drowsy, he seemed more languid than during the day. Bibi felt more courageous that he hadn’t chased her away. She slowly moved her body and sat on Doyoon’s stomach.

“What are you doing?”

He asked in a hoarse voice. Bibi placed Doyoon’s large hand on her cheek.

“It felt good when you drank my blood, right? It also felt good when I drank Doyoon’s blood.”

Doyoon’s declaration that he would stop being her master had been a unilateral demand. Bibi couldn’t accept it. She planned to use their shared “taste” as an excuse to sway his decision.

“...You...”

“Touching my chest felt good too.”

“Hey, no, that was me...”

Doyoon cleared his throat.

“Let’s do it again like then. Huh?”

Bibi took Doyoon’s hand and placed it on her chest, lowering her posture. Doyoon now had a completely awake expression. Perhaps he hadn’t anticipated this situation, as a look of bewilderment flickered in his eyes.

Bibi was anxious that he might reject her. So she decided to approach him more desperately. The moment he tried to push her away, she quickly untied the strings of her robe.

Doyoon stopped breathing for a moment. Her fair and luscious breasts, like rice cakes, were revealed without warning. Since she wasn’t wearing underwear, her nipple, like a garnish, was also visible. Shit, blood rushed to his lower body so intensely it was painful. Once he became aware of his feelings, the fire ignited without warning.

“Touch here, Doyoon.”

Bibi pulled Doyoon’s hand and placed it on her chest. Since he didn’t seem to have any intention of grabbing it like last night, she pinched the back of his hand. He reflexively flinched, and his fingers curled. Feeling the soft texture of her breast, his hand grasped it.

Bibi could feel Doyoon’s body temperature rising. Gaining confidence, she reached out with both arms, wrapped them around the back of his neck, and moved even closer. She lowered her posture completely, hugging his neck. Her breasts, leaning forward, pressed against Doyoon’s chest. Doyoon’s breathing became rough.

Doyoon no longer pushed Bibi away. He simply stared at her with a stiff face and closed lips. The muscles in his jaw twitched slightly.

Bibi extended her tongue. Her cool neck touched her tongue. Doyoon’s body twitched.

“Stop.”

Reason returned to Doyoon’s eyes, which had been losing focus. He grabbed Bibi’s wrist, firmly stopping her and pushing her away. His gaze was cold, and his attitude was aloof.

“Get a grip, you.”

His languid demeanor vanished in an instant.

“Why are you pushing me away, Doyoon? If you don’t like me drinking first, you drink first.”

“No. I won’t drink. I told you during the day.”

A scary and cold expression. Bibi’s body instinctively shrank back.

“Bibi. Get out of the room. Right now.”

“......”

“I said get out.”

At his firm attitude, Bibi accepted that she couldn’t push any further. Doyoon had refused to be her master. She had been reduced to a useless hunting dog. Now, all that was left was... to be abandoned and wait alone for the trainer to come...?

A painful ache, as if a large skewer had pierced her chest, arose. Her hands trembled. Fear and sorrow washed over her like a sudden attack. Tears welled up instantly and fell down her cheeks before she could even stop them. Surprised, Doyoon looked up.

“You... are you crying?”

“Don’t... don’t abandon me.”

Bibi tried her best to suppress the overwhelming emotions. But the hot tears flowing down her face were already beyond her control.

“Don’t abandon me, Doyoon.”

Bibi pleaded, having thrown away all her pride. Doyoon’s eyes shook even more.

“If my owner abandons me... I become worthless. They said I deserve to be culled...”

“Who said that,”

“I don’t like being useless. I don’t like being lonely either. Don’t abandon me. Huh?”

Doyoon hurriedly sat up and wiped the tears flowing down Bibi’s cheeks with his fingers. He had never been deeply moved by seeing someone else cry, but Bibi’s sorrowful weeping pierced his heart.

Was it his harsh words, spoken because he couldn’t bear it, that had hurt her? Ha, but as he exercised his patience, it became unavoidable. If he had loosened his grip on his restraint even a little, he felt like he wouldn’t have been able to control himself. He was afraid that all his hard-won resolve would become futile.

“Bibi, calm down.”

“Hngh, because... you told me to get out... right away...”

“No. That’s just how I talk... yeah, sorry for speaking coldly. Don’t cry, it’s not because I dislike you or anything.”

Even though he didn’t know what Bibi was feeling, Doyoon apologized, feeling like a villain. Making this child cry felt like a great sin. Bibi shook her head vehemently.

“D, Doyoon didn’t do anything wrong. It’s me... I’m useless... I just steal pudding, pudding from the house...”

“You stole pudding? When?”

“Earlier, when Doyoon was reading... I found it in the fridge...”

“Ah, I’m going crazy.”

Amidst all this, Bibi looked cute, and Doyoon barely suppressed a laugh. The cold aura that had emanated from Doyoon vanished instantly. Bibi pressed her body close to him once more.

“Don’t abandon me. Huh?”

“...Abandon you? Why would you think that? Absolutely not.”

Doyoon soothed Bibi in a voice that had become incredibly gentle. He leaned against the headboard and sat Bibi on his lap, wiping away her tears. The tears flowing down her flushed cheeks were so clear, he wanted to lick them.

Bibi’s red eyes, filled with moisture, sparkled like rubies, and the bridge of her nose was red like a rabbit’s. Her fair chest was still exposed through her open robe. The sensation of having fondled that area still lingered on his hands. Warm and soft like a freshly steamed bun...

“Bibi needs to feel better...”

Suppressing his rising desire, Doyoon unconsciously kissed the tear that had gathered on Bibi’s chin. Bibi hiccuped. She looked bewildered, having forgotten she was crying. He chuckled at the sight. For fun, Doyoon placed kisses on her nose, cheeks, and forehead in turns.

Bibi blinked, seemingly awkward at such tender skinship. And soon, she couldn’t meet his eyes properly, as if she were embarrassed. He was dumbfounded. She had stared him straight in the eye and pounced when he had suggested doing something even more intimate.