NAPE - 48

Strange sounds escaped her lips, Doyoon’s member was overwhelmingly large, and the penetrating cock rammed deep inside her, resonating through her spine. Heat pooled intensely downwards. Her toes curled as if tormented by an itch. Sparks flashed before her eyes.

Amidst all this, the sweating Doyoon was incredibly sensual. She couldn’t take her eyes off his glistening collarbone, his neck where the bleeding had stopped, his upper body with muscles tautly pumped, and his thighs flexing with every skillful movement of his hips.

Feeling the sticky inner walls of her vagina clinging to him, Doyoon accelerated his hip movements. He spread Bibi’s thighs wide and relentlessly plunged into her red vulva.

The excitement grew with the welcoming cling of her flesh and Bibi’s tearful face. Thanks to the overflowing fluids, his cock slid smoothly into her cervix as if oiled. Her fleshy folds, once plump like clam meat, had long been swollen red from his hammering thrusts.

“Ugh, uhnng…! Haa, aaht…!”

Thwack.

The moment his thick flesh slammed hard into her womb, a white flash exploded before her eyes. The heat that had been accumulating inside her body erupted. Bibi trembled her thighs and twisted her hips. Her arms, which had been tightly wrapped around Doyoon’s neck, fell limply. A dull yet wet friction sound, like pounding rice cakes in a mortar, filled the surroundings.

Watching Bibi reach her climax, Doyoon thrust his hips even harder. His own climax was approaching. Doyoon’s cock churned within her completely loosened vagina with an irregular rhythm.

With unfocused pupils, he scanned Bibi’s red-rimmed eyes, her lips exhaling hot breaths, and her chest blooming with red heat. Every time he thrust his cock, her hips bucked, and her large breasts bounced up and down like water balloons. Just looking at it was stimulating enough to make his skin crawl, and the vaginal walls gripping his cock contracted tightly.

“Hht…. Kkeuk!”

The moment his climax reached its peak, Doyoon involuntarily plunged his cock all the way to the root into Bibi’s vagina. The muscles in his back, buttocks, and thighs bulged tautly. He didn’t withdraw his cock from Bibi’s womb until all his semen had been released.

He was glad he had used a condom. It hadn’t been long since her body had recovered, so there was a possibility of pregnancy now.

“Doyoon….”

Bibi reached out her hand to Doyoon’s cheek, who was still inside her.

“Yeah.”

Lost in the afterglow of his climax, Doyoon hugged Bibi and scattered kisses on her forehead. Bibi closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the languid feeling. The heartbeat, belonging to someone unknown, thumped loudly in her ears. It would take a while for her flushed breaths to subside.

“Doyoon, you drink my blood too.”

Bibi mumbled with a hoarse voice. She felt uneasy that only she had drunk Doyoon’s blood. She had hated having her blood sucked by her masters, but she thought it would be nice if Doyoon sucked hers.

“Bibi. Look at me.”

Doyoon’s hand gently lifted her fallen chin.

“Do you like me?”

“I do.”

Bibi nodded without hesitation. Doyoon, not letting his guard down, sharply raised his eyebrows.

“Not as a master.”

“...That’s, a little confusing.”

Bibi lowered her eyes uncertainly.

“I don’t know. What it means to like you, not as a master. But it’s true that Doyoon is a special person.”

Bibi stammered, trying to express her complicated feelings. There were too many thoughts and emotions swirling within her, making it impossible to organize them.

“Okay. I’ll be satisfied with that for now.”

Doyoon chuckled and held Bibi in his arms.

“Keep drinking my blood from now on. Think of it as me unilaterally giving it to you. It’s like a bribe to win your heart.”

“…….”

“But me drinking your blood will be much later. When our relationship becomes mutual. When your feelings are so overwhelming that they flow out of your mouth.”

She had hoped for mutuality, but it seemed like it would take time. But how could hearts simultaneously have the same weight and temperature?

Doyoon, who had been waiting for that time, now felt that it didn’t matter. He just needed to express himself more and give more of his heart. He would become her everything, not as a master, but as a man.

I will be the first of everything you experience in your new life, and I will have the deepest relationship with you.

Doyoon was originally a selfish man. Even if he had a crush on someone, he had no intention of abandoning his daily life. He was always his top priority. But now it was different. This was the first time he wanted to take someone else’s pain upon himself. He felt not just infatuated, but as if his soul had been stolen.

He would have a lot to do. With his priorities changed, his daily life would also change. A lot. If until the day before yesterday he had been setting traps and waiting for prey, now it was his turn to get up and go hunting. Set traps, capture, and swing the noose.

Willingly, Doyoon was ready to return to his original world. Ah, but before that, he had something urgent to take care of.

Doyoon pulled the exhausted Bibi’s waist closer. His once-released self-control showed no signs of returning. Lowering his head to find Bibi’s lips, Doyoon suddenly stopped moving.

Since a while ago, a sensation of fire igniting had been continuously pooling inside his body. Violently so. At first, he thought it was because he had finally connected with this child… but it was a desire distinctly different from that. This familiar sensation was….

“Damn it, why now of all times.”

Of all times, it had to be when his thirst cycle returned. Before, he would have just taken an iron supplement and endured it, but now his appetite was focused solely on one person.

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[It’s been a while.]

As they exited Heathrow Airport, a man in a black suit approached and bowed his head. The man, with a peculiar aura that made his nationality difficult to discern, appeared to be in his late thirties. However, he lacked the imposing presence or captivating charm that Doyoon possessed, appearing rather ordinary.

He noticed Bibi and Namwon standing behind Doyoon and smiled gently.

[Please call me River.]

At the stranger’s greeting, Bibi and Namwon blinked, their expressions wary. Bibi also experienced a slight confusion. Despite being in an unfamiliar foreign land, she understood most of the murmuring sounds around her and the foreign language the man spoke. She had never learned English, so how was this possible?

“Just give me the car keys.”

Doyoon spoke in Korean as usual, holding out his palm to River.

“I will drive you.”

River replied in Korean.

“No, I’m not going to the mansion.”

“The Count wishes to see you. It has been sixty years.”

“Sixty years, he can wait a little longer. I just took a twelve-hour flight. I’m tired.”

“But you traveled by private jet.”

“My private jet didn’t have a massage chair, though?”

“…That is….”

“Tell him I’ll see him tomorrow morning.”

Without waiting for a reply, Doyoon snatched the car keys from River’s hand and draped his arm around Bibi’s shoulders. In that state, he strode towards the parking lot.

“Let’s go together!”

Namwon followed behind, dragging two suitcases.

The car Doyoon drove sped off at an incredible pace. It quickly exited the airport, zipped through the roads, and soon reached a city teeming with tourists.

“Hey, hey. Look at that. Amazing, right? I’ve been on so many overseas trips that I’m a bit jaded now. Ooh…. Hey, look at that, look at that. A castle!”

Namwon, wearing a gaudy Versace shirt, sat in the back seat, pointing outside and chattering away. Despite his boast of having traveled extensively, he couldn’t contain his excitement.

Regardless, Doyoon intently watched Bibi in the passenger seat. She was quieter than Namwon, but Bibi also seemed very excited. She was absorbed in looking at the London scenery with curious red eyes. There was no hint of darkness in them.

That was a relief. Just ten days ago, she had seemed so anxious.

Ten days ago, after Choi Haejin’s death, Bibi had nightmares every time she slept, whimpering and groaning. Not only that, but she would startle at small things and often flee to the top of the refrigerator. She must have been suffering significant emotional aftereffects from killing her master and betraying the trainer.

It seemed that fear and confusion about potential retaliation were still greater than her sense of liberation.

Watching her, Doyoon decided to stay by Bibi’s side at all times while also actively searching for the trainer. That was why he had quit his professorship and chosen to go to England. Since he had been considering moving up his retirement anyway, filling his position with a successor he had already identified didn’t cause much disruption.

He hadn’t taken on any new students since last year, so no graduate students would be significantly impacted by his sudden retirement, probably. The school and research institute staff might have a hard time, but he had left sufficient materials and severance pay, so there wouldn’t be much complaint.

Although he had spent a considerable amount of time in Korea, he hadn’t built many personal connections, so he was able to settle his affairs like the wind and leave abruptly. He had vaguely explained things to the Hunter Association, and Namwon was the only one who was bewildered by the sudden overseas trip.

“No. Why are we suddenly going to London? What are you planning to do there?”

“I don’t know the trainer’s identity… but the extent of his actions suggests personal obsession rather than simply viewing Bibi as a tool.”

“Hmm…. I agree with that. Seeing how he even used drugs to forcibly take her.”

Namwon nodded with a thoughtful expression. No matter how he thought about it, it was strange. If he needed a hunting dog, he could just create a new one, and if he wanted to silence her, he would have tried assassination instead. But trying to take her using torture drugs… it meant that Bibi had a meaning to him beyond just being a hunting dog.