Chapter 26
Although Power was a Blood Fiend who drank blood regularly, when faced with Denji's invitation, she became exceptionally shy and hesitant.
Her soft lips and sharp fangs repeatedly brushed and lingered near the slanted trapezius muscle at the junction of his neck and shoulder—yet she never bit down.
Denji found it strange inwardly.
In my last life you weren't like this. Back then you'd just grab my arm and gnaw raw. At night you'd even sneak "midnight raids" while I slept—waking up to find my chin and shirt soaked in blood, shoulders riddled with puncture holes…
What act is this now?
"Um… that…"
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Her voice came out soft and timid—not her usual crisp directness—almost coy.
"Denji… you come too~"
"?!"
What does that mean—drink my own blood?
While Denji was still confused, Power reached over and pulled the bathrobe aside.
From the jade-smooth swan neck downward, following an exquisitely subtle curve, it traced the beautiful line of her collarbone to the perfectly rounded, supple shoulder.
As a fiend she shouldn't have felt such shame, yet under Denji's gaze she instinctively shrank back a little—then resolutely pulled the fabric open wider.
"Here… shoulder…"
Denji felt a slight confusion but didn't refuse. He thought:
Looks like she wasn't completely zoning out earlier—she still remembers I need Source Blood conversion to replenish and amplify my HP bar too.
Meanwhile, as she felt Denji's breath drawing near, Power's face lit up with the pure, sweet joy of a little girl receiving her favorite candy.
Denji is willing to drink this great one's blood—that means Denji likes this great one too~
Smiling, she pressed her lips tightly to his skin, carefully pricked a tiny hole with her fangs, and while drinking began to softly lap with her little tongue~
During the Source Blood ritual, Power's body gradually relaxed.
Lost in intoxication and indulgence, she melted bonelessly against him.
Eyes half-closed, she looked like a cat being petted—well… almost.
Because Denji really was petting her.
Soon, Power's small, arrogant face was flushed with a drunken red. Expression dazed, eyes misty—as if Denji's blood were some legendary vintage that got her tipsy after just a few sips~
Denji, meanwhile, found it odd that his shoulder didn't hurt at all—in fact it felt strangely pleasant—but he didn't dwell on it.
As the ritual converted, his perception of his body's state shifted from vague "healthy" or "weak" to clear, visualizable HP bars.
Top bar: his main body.
Bottom bar: Source Blood reserve.
Every bit Power drank reduced his main bar a little.
Every bit he drank from her increased the bottom bar.
Then he controlled the Source Blood bar—converted a portion—and snap—main bar instantly refilled.
Holy shit—perpetual motion machine! Positive energy conversion achieved!
Well… not quite. It just massively improved energy efficiency—so comparatively it felt absurdly positive.
For Power, the conversion's effect wasn't visible anywhere else—except her pair of Blood Devil horns.
Previously dull black-red, shaped like cold, sharp right-angled triangles.
Now they gradually turned vivid, living crimson—fine veins spreading evenly throughout, pulsing with faint light in time with her heartbeat.
The shape grew and extended naturally—curving into a perfect arc that seemed to follow Fibonacci rhythm.
Denji tentatively reached up and touched them. Warm. Very pleasant to hold—felt strangely good~
With each stroke, the new horns pulsed their light faster and faster.
Power's breathing grew hot and rapid.
Denji had finished converting—while Power, having undergone an essential leap, grew even hungrier.
She desperately needed to fill the gap left by this compressed, sublimated quality—so instinctively she sped up her drinking rate.
Denji didn't mind. His Source Blood reserves were still plentiful. Every bar Power drank, he converted and refilled.
Throughout the process he maintained the same position.
One hand supported Power's hips and thighs where she sat on him—preventing any slip. The other hand slid upward along the curve of her back until his palm rested on top of her head, gently stroking.
As time passed, Denji started feeling something was off.
The weight, the texture—everything felt drastically different from before.
Before he could analyze it, things became even stranger.
He was starting to struggle to hold her. The small figure that had been curled in his arms was now—somehow—holding him?
What kind of polarity reversal is this?!
By then Power had released her bite—her Source Blood reserves were full.
Perhaps because she hadn't fully mastered the power yet, she kept converting—causing her body to grow proportionally larger.
Oh no—not just proportional. Her figure had improved dramatically.
Especially in the place Denji had once mocked as "childish."
Power's current body could be compared to the Eight-Foot Woman (adult version, not Resident Evil version).
Where it should be big—extremely exaggerated. Where it should be slim—still kept graceful, slender curves.
Denji went numb.
Shit… now I'm the little boy…
After stopping her feeding, Power first noticed the change in her field of view.
Confused, she raised her hands, looked down at her body, then back at Denji.
After looking back and forth, Power's lips curved into a seductive, slightly lewd smile as she stared intently at him.
She held back for a moment—then couldn't resist, breaking into an arrogant, wicked grin.
Power hadn't expected to so quickly gain this towering perspective over Denji. Her ambition and desire swelled infinitely with her rising viewpoint.
Just as she was about to do something naughty to him—Denji reached out and "stabbed" her thigh.
Quickly, her form began dissolving like layers of vanishing mirage—countless overlapping afterimages shrinking her down.
In moments, Power's height returned to the familiar level Denji knew best.
Power froze completely. Once her perspective normalized, she stared at her own hands—expression full of disbelief, as if screaming "That's it?!"
She especially mourned the shrinking part.
That was the treasure that would make Denji like her more! How could it just disappear?! Waaah—this great one refuses!
Though she hadn't fully mastered the power yet, she instinctively kept forcing that area to stay full and plump.
Seeing this, Denji covered his face and let out a helpless sigh—then stopped "bleeding" and halted/saved Power's current state.
Finally the shrinking stopped. Power's eyes brimmed with excited tears. She immediately threw herself—chest first—into Denji's arms.
"Denji~ Look, look! Isn't this great one your absolute favorite form now?!"
Seeing Power overflowing with radiant joy, Denji gave a helpless smile—not sure if he was laughing at her or at himself.
He simply raised his hand, patted her head, and said in a perfectly ordinary tone:
"Silly. You've always been my favorite exactly the way you are."
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