NAPE - 45

Soon after, the CCTV footage arrived as a message. As soon as he played it, the image of Bibi being dragged into the elevator, slumped over like a chicken with a twisted neck, appeared. Doyoon’s brow furrowed menacingly.

To give this small girl torture drugs and treat her so cruelly. Why? What could possibly make them go this far? He regretted that Choi Haejin had turned to white bones. He should have given her the same drug and made her pay miserably.

Doyoon felt like picking up her white bones right now and chewing on even the particles. The more he watched the video, the more an indescribable emotion surged within him. Doyoon, who was usually indifferent to most things, especially the pain of others, felt more tormented than ever before.

As he rubbed his forehead and bit his lip until it felt like it would bleed, the scene of Bibi launching her counterattack was captured. Despite being on the verge of death, she used all her strength to bite into Choi Haejin’s neck and resist. It was desperate, agonizing, and filled with a certain tenacity.

Bibi was no longer a chicken with a twisted neck, but a predator. The more blood she sucked with her sharp fangs, the more her dying eyes turned a bloodthirsty red. Even through the low-quality video, her ferocity was vividly felt.

Doyoon felt a thrill as he watched the awakened beast. He put down his phone and stared blankly at Bibi. Although her whole body was now covered in blood and her physical beauty had momentarily faded, she looked more beautiful than ever. Like a bird that had fallen to the ground but ultimately survived and soared, she was dazzling and intense.

Humans had lost their wildness as the price of civilization, but vampires hadn’t. The suppressed instinct had finally ignited. Bibi had reclaimed her position as the predator.

A wave crashed. If the emotions he had felt for Bibi until now were like undulating waves that tickled the edge of his heart and occasionally subsided, the emotion he felt now was closer to a tsunami that surged from the deep sea, threatening to overturn and sweep away the entire city.

If the former was controllable, the latter was… impossible. Doyoon felt overwhelmed by his emotions. A premonition struck him.

Starting from this moment, his entire life would be turned upside down. If Bibi had fallen from her nest on her own, he was being swept away.

“Do, yoo…. Hh, it hurts…. My body, ugh….”

However, now was not the time to indulge in sentimentality. Bibi was whimpering and crying because of the drug’s torment. Doyoon pulled Bibi into his arms. Her body was still as cold as ice. Even though she was a vampire and wouldn’t die, the pain was the same. Ah, how he wished he could take her pain instead.

Doyoon urgently took off his clothes and spread his legs, pressing Bibi tightly against his body. It was important to share as much body heat as possible.

“Do, yoon….”

“Yes. I’m here.”

“I, hh, killed… the ma, master…. I broke… the rules.”

Like a snail that had lost its shell, Bibi was filled with confusion. Her body and mind were too weak right now.

“It’s okay. Nothing will happen, you endured it well.”

“...Scary…. But… I, I don’t want… to go back, hh….”

Even in this state, Bibi clearly stated that she didn’t want to go back. Doyoon truly came to respect Bibi.

It was virtually impossible for someone who had been brainwashed since childhood to awaken so quickly. Shedding the yoke of the principles and rules of the world surrounding them was an extremely difficult task. Doyoon hadn’t believed that Bibi could break free from the brainwashing, but Bibi had proven him wrong.

“You don’t need to be scared. I told you, I’ll shatter your world for you. I swear. I’ll make sure that bastard won’t even touch a hair on your head from now on. I’ll personally cut off his breath and leave his head as a decoration in your room.”

Doyoon pressed his lips to Bibi’s forehead and swore. Even amidst the pain, Bibi saw Doyoon’s deep, clear eyes blazing. She shook her head, unable to breathe properly as if standing before the sun.

“Drink my blood, Bibi.”

Doyoon offered his neck to Bibi’s lips. A fresh scent, incomparable to Choi Haejin’s, wafted from his dazzling white skin. It was a fragrance that caused thirst and burned her throat.

“Drink as much as you want. I’ll give you all the blood flowing in this body.”

Bibi willingly opened her mouth.

Crunch.

Skin tore, and fangs sank deep into the flesh. Red blood filled her mouth. Sweet, hot, and intoxicating blood flowed down her throat into her stomach. Appetite wasn’t just about pleasing her taste. It meant the perfect nourishment tailored to one person.

Doyoon’s blood was like the nectar of the gods, bringing color back to her darkened skin, reviving her withered muscles, and diluting her pain with pleasure.

I understood why vampires were called the cursed offspring of a god. To desire one person so blindly. Possession wasn’t enough. I wanted to swallow this entire body, drink it, absorb it into myself, and become completely one.

A low groan escaped Doyoon’s throat. It was a sound mixed with the pleasure of having his blood sucked and the pain of having his neck bitten. Bibi didn’t stop, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her body against his. She never wanted to be apart.

Clinging tighter, she fiercely craved his blood. Her cold body gradually warmed up. Doyoon’s breathing grew rougher. He, too, held her waist and pressed their body temperatures closer together, just like Bibi.

Drinking the special and precious blood invigorated her body, and she recovered quickly. Flesh returned to her bony, stiff body, making it soft again, and her hunched fingers and shoulders straightened. Her delicate features regained their original shape. Her eyes were not just lively; they gleamed.

Doyoon, who had leaned back against the headboard of the bed to make it easier for her to drink his blood, finally felt relieved. Now he relaxed and fully enjoyed the pleasure of having his blood sucked.

“Haa….”

Doyoon’s usually languid cheeks flushed with the color of sunset. His eyelids drooped languidly as if he were intoxicated, and his full lips parted slightly. He seemed utterly enraptured, as if someone were pleasuring his lower body.

Bibi, who had been frantically drinking his blood, momentarily lost herself in admiring his face. Blood droplets leaked from the slightly parted lips and the gap in his neck, flowing down to his collarbone. What a waste. She quickly darted her tongue out and licked them up.

“Haa….”

The sensitized Doyoon made a strange sound. He seemed to be holding back something, or maybe not, looking endearingly tormented. Strangely, the sight of his rough Adam’s apple bobbing stimulated both her sadism and her ecstasy.

Bibi wanted to see more of Doyoon’s expressions, and at the same time, she wanted to hear more of the low moans escaping his lips. His usually monotonous voice, turning hoarse and husky as it burst out with held-in breaths, was truly intoxicating.

She felt an unquenched thirst. Bibi ran her tongue down his neck slowly, tracing a line. When her lips reached his collarbone, she playfully licked it and then bared her teeth.

“Looks like you’re feeling a bit better now.”

Relieved, Doyoon gently stroked Bibi’s hair with his fingers. Her curly hair, caught between his long fingers, flowed softly like waves. Bibi’s cold body was now radiating warmth. To recover so quickly. What terrifying regenerative power. It didn’t seem to be just because she was a pureblood; it seemed to be a unique trait of Bibi’s.

Whether her recovery was good or not, Bibi was too focused on Doyoon to care. She desperately wanted to push away the guilt of killing her master and the fear of being scolded by the trainer. The pleasure she felt when drinking blood was very helpful in forgetting and ignoring things.

Without hesitation, Bibi burrowed deeply into Doyoon’s bare chest and inhaled his scent. His scent always smelled good to her. She liked the soft skin she felt on her palms, the firm muscles like a horse’s, and the warmth radiating from him.

His body, as white and hard as if sculpted from marble, was beautiful the more she looked at it. His divided chest, the deltoids bulging as they wrapped around her waist, and his intricately divided and shadowed abs all formed a perfect ratio and harmony. It was like a body deliberately crafted to entice, made according to aesthetic principles.

Among the human forms Bibi had seen, he was the most beautiful. It was also fascinating. The parts touching her were hot, but the parts not touching were cool. What would his stomach feel like? Curious, Bibi touched his upper body one by one.

Doyoon silently watched Bibi’s actions. Under his unwavering gaze, Bibi sat on his lap and met his eyes. A little blood was trickling from Doyoon’s lips. The color was so beautiful. What did that taste like right now? She wanted to stick out her tongue and taste it. Bibi immediately leaned her head towards his lips.

“Hmm….”

But Doyoon turned his head away, and Bibi ended up licking below his chin. He had avoided her. Why? Bibi looked up and met Doyoon’s eyes. His dark pupils held a deeper and more dangerous aura than usual.