What do people do when they encounter a truly awkward situation?
The moment you're singing your heart out alone on a deserted street, only to unexpectedly run into someone you know.
When you find your family members posting extremely vulgar comments on social media that they wouldn't normally say.
A mother accidentally peeks into her son's room while he's masturbating using R18-rated material.
I don't know what the right answer is, but generally, it might be better to just ignore it.
And now.
I entered her room and saw Carmilla, dressed in a white, frilly idol costume, striking a pose in front of something resembling a full-length mirror. What am I supposed to do in this situation...?
Carmilla is frozen in place, her face bright red, seemingly unable to think straight.
The upbeat pop music playing in the room creates a surreal atmosphere; most people would probably quietly close the door and leave the room at this point.
But is that really correct?
Should we really miss this pretty side of her, something you'd never imagine from her usual appearance...? No!
The best course of action here is to stay put!
"Hmm, please continue."
"Get out of here!!"
After that, I was completely messed up.The Illusionary Iron Maiden
"That was a sudden surprise!"
"That's what I should be saying! Why are you acting so nonchalant already...? Or rather, why are you so stubbornly refusing to leave...? Because of you, I can't get changed!"
Wow, if I hadn't had the 'Guts' skill, I would have died instantly.
"Oh, it's such a waste to leave when you're dressed so cutely. I'd love to take tons of pictures, but I don't have any on hand, so I'm just imprinting it on the film of my heart."
Unlike her usual attire, Carmilla has removed her mask and is wearing a frilly, white idol costume that exposes her chest and shoulders. She looks kind of like Cinderella.
"Don't be ridiculous. This is Carmilla, the cold-blooded, cruel monster, in this state... Isn't it comical? Laugh all you want."
"It's not ridiculous at all. The cute outfit matches her wavy white hair perfectly. Yes, yes, she really looks like a princess and is beautiful. If anyone makes fun of her, I'll use a Command Seal to order them to make an ahegao double peace sign all day long."
"...That's the most wasteful use of Command Spells in the world. You should use them more wisely."
"Well, if you sleep, one stroke goes back. If three or more strokes were added, I wouldn't waste them so much, though."
I kind of envy the idea of command seals being etched not just onto my hands, but all over my body.
Like a full-body tattoo?
"...Well, that's fine, I know you're not the kind of person to lie in situations like this."
I'll gladly accept your compliments. ...Oh, thank you, Master."
She said to be honest, but then she turned her face away in a huff. What's up with that?
Well, she's very cute, so no problem.
"So, what can I do for you today?"
"You know, the other day Carmilla said she wanted a mirror that would also reflect her own image, so I had one made, but I was wondering if she was actually using it properly, so I was keeping an eye on it."
She points to what looks more like a monitor than a mirror, where she was striking a pose earlier. This is the result of a futuristic idea: if vampires don't show up in mirrors, then we can project them onto a monitor using a machine.
By the way, Carmilla's room is surprisingly spacious.
"There's no problem at all. As you can see from my embarrassing behavior earlier, I'm gratefully using it. I'm surprised you even went to the trouble of preparing something like this for me... Well, I appreciate it, Master."
"Well, I didn't do anything."
Our engineering department did it overnight. They can turn even my vague ideas into reality. Seriously, they're so capable, like Tesla and Da Vinci.
"I'll thank the people who made it later. But you were the one who started it, right? So you should just accept the thanks without complaint."
"...Hmm, well, you're welcome."
"That's fine," Carmilla said with a laugh, and then proceeded to turn off the CD recorder that had been playing background music.
"What, you're going to stop? You could at least sing for us."
"What? Are you serious? You should know about my singing ability over there."
Eri certainly has a devastating, murderous, and decadent sense of style.
It's really tough because if you don't put in the effort, you can easily lose focus.
"I've never heard Carmilla sing before... I'd love to see it with choreography, like we did earlier. If you're interested, how about we take a lesson together?"
"Forget what you saw just now. I don't think Master has much expertise in that area to begin with."
"How rude! Leave it to me, the former Grand Producer! An S-rank idol is within reach! I even managed to pull off a 24-hour one-on-one live performance with Eri-chan!"
That was the toughest battle I've ever faced...
After the live performance ended, I spent ten pages of A4 paper explaining in great detail just how tone-deaf I was...
Well, she was shocked and fainted with her eyes rolled back, but I'm sure Eli will be fine! She's a gutsy dragon girl!
"Doing something like that with him goes beyond respect; it makes me think he's suicidal or something... Anyway, I don't like it. Why would I act like some innocent virgin..."
"There's no other choice, I suppose I'll have to use all three of these Command Seals."
"Fine, I get it! I'll do it! You really don't use your Command Spells properly! You're definitely going to hell one day!!"
I don't know if I'll end up in hell, but I probably won't have a good death... like, a love triangle or something? Damn... just thinking about it gives me the creeps.
Anyway, I'm going to work hard on my idol lessons with Carmilla! Let's aim for perfect communication!!
"Stamina is fundamental for idols! Everything begins and ends with a side step! You don't have time to worry about those big fruits hanging from your chest swaying!"
"...Damn, it's not like I'm hanging there because I like it...Yo! Haa...haa..."
"What's with those half-hearted movements?! Even a housekeeper doing housework puts more effort into it! ...By the way, Carmilla, that white dress and black pants look pretty impressive, is that your lucky underwear?"
"Aaaaaaaah!! Who gave you permission to lift up my skirt?! If you do it again, I'll impale you!!"
"What's important for an idol is smiles, smiles, and... smiles. Yes! Give a big smile and introduce yourself! 'I'm Kamira, 37 years old☆'"
"...C-
"Then you spin around, bend your wrists in a flirtatious way, and say, 'Fairytale Change!'"
"M-M-Merhen Change☆!!"
"~~~~♪, ~~~~♬"
After completing a series of rigorous lessons, I have them sing one of their favorite songs, complete with dance moves.
Well, it's a good idol song involving kissing and romance, but this one...
"~~♪...Phew, so, how was it?"
"Wow, I'm surprised... You were really good! You might even be able to give Marie a run for her money!"
"Hehe, that's a bit of an exaggeration. But I'm better than my past self, right?"
"Well, Eli's voice quality is really good, but..."
"That idiot sings only for himself, from beginning to end. I'm not saying that's a bad thing, but songs are meant to be heard by others. If he could sing while thinking of someone, he might be a little better."
"So, does that mean Carmilla was singing while thinking of someone?"
"...Well, I don't know, but I'm really thirsty. This is the first time I've moved around this much outside of combat."
Carmilla sits on the canopy bed, fanning herself as she goes.
Her pale skin was flushed, and a thin layer of sweat was beading on it.
"Shall I bring you something to drink?"
"...Well, I suppose I'd like to have some of your blood."
...Oh?
I instinctively focused on her as she caught her breath, but she didn't seem to be joking.
"What's the surprise?"
"Yeah. I've always thought that I wouldn't drink a man's blood no matter what."
"I told you that one day, in exchange for touching me, I'd take your blood."
Ah, I think I might have said that.
I totally thought it was just a joke to scare me.
"...If you don't want to, that's fine."
"I don't mind at all, it's no problem. Do as you please."
"Sigh... You should hesitate a little. I might smoke until I die, you know?"
"We've known each other for a long time, so I don't doubt that anymore. Besides, I'm kind of happy that Carmilla wants my blood."
"Sometimes I can't help but wonder if your thinking is a little crazy."
That's awful (crying).
If a guy likes a woman who wants blood, wouldn't it be normal for him to give her a liter or two? What, is that abnormal?
"...Okay, I suppose it's annoying to keep receiving from you without giving anything in return, even though I don't really want to."
After thinking for a moment, Carmilla goes to rummage through the corner of the room.
They carefully washed the items they had taken out and then brought something over to me.
"That's the costume and other stuff my other self left behind for Halloween. It's just a toy, but it's surprisingly high quality."
"Are these fake fangs?"
What she brought was a Dracula costume with two fangs that you'd attach to your front teeth.
"That's right. If you stab me in the shoulder, blood will naturally flow, and I wonder if you could drink my blood from there... Oh? You don't seem very keen on that?"
It's not so much that I'm reluctant, but you know, I might sexually torment someone, but I don't really do physical harm, so I'm a little confused.
"I am a heroic spirit; I don't care about a minor injury like a mosquito bite. Here, stay still and I'll put fangs on you."
But what kind of change of heart could have led Carmilla to offer me her precious blood...? For now, I'll just keep quiet.
Oh, her finger is touching my gums and it tickles.
"Yes, we've arrived."
"Oh, so I'm finally making my vampire debut, what do you think? Do I look cool?"
"Her prominent canine teeth make her look stupid."
"What's up?! I'm gonna eat you up, roar!"
"Hehe, I appreciate your enthusiasm, but it's my turn first. Come on, move closer..."
I move closer to her as she tells me to. It's a strange feeling, but also very exciting, to see two people with fangs embracing in such a gorgeous bed.
I approached the Master's neck, which was exposed to me in a vulnerable state.
I know it's ironic coming from me, the one who suggested it, but I really think this guy needs to have a bit more of a sense of urgency... He should know what kind of heroic spirit is standing right in front of him, shouldn't he?
"Don't look at me with those innocent eyes...it makes me look like such a fool..."
"yeah?"
"It's nothing."
I plunged my fangs into his exposed neck.
At that moment, I could feel the master's mouth tremble slightly as it touched mine.
Well, it does sting a little...
He then slurped up the blood that was oozing from his fangs, making a loud noise as he did so.
"Mmm... slurp, slurp... slurp... mmm... slurp slurp..."
Each time I draw blood from him, he lets out a small sigh, and I gently hold him in my arms as if to reassure him. I'm careful not to hold him too tightly, or my claws will dig into his back...
"...gulp, gulp, kiss...slurp..."
Thinking about it calmly, the idea of me drinking a man's blood is unthinkable compared to my past self...
But what is this strange taste...? It's definitely different from a girl's blood, and besides, I'm not drinking it now with the intention of becoming beautiful.
Every time I hear the sounds the master lets out, whether from pain or pleasure, with each puff, I feel an uncontrollable surge of lust welling up inside me.
...Ah, I see.
I'm excited, aren't I? To think that my Master, who always goes his own way, is feeling something through his actions... Even today, he should be more careful when dealing with an anti-heroic spirit like me...
We do idol training together, and he occasionally makes jokes and invites me to do silly things like the others, so I inevitably get caught up in the atmosphere.
But I don't dislike having a Master like that... or maybe I'm just happy that he's left his mark on my shoulder?
Just like a dog, hehehe.
"...gulp, ahh... lick, kiss... now it's your turn."
If we drink too much, he might pass out, so we'll stop at a good point.
He rubbed his own saliva on the stab wound to help the blood clot...and then offered his own neck.
I thought I'd smoked quite a bit, but you look surprisingly relaxed, Master.
"Well then, if you'll excuse me..."
"Yes... please go ahead."
The master puts his mouth to the animal and slowly plunges his fangs in.
From there, I can hear the sound of something sucking up my blood as it slowly seeps out...
"Ah... ahh...! What is this... haaah..."
Even though I was being bitten and having my blood drunk, the sensations that attacked me were an indescribable pleasure.
"Carmilla, are you okay?"
"...Ah, you don't have to stop... just keep going... ah, continue..."
The master, concerned for me, takes his mouth off for a moment. I scold him for it and urge him to continue.
Again, I can hear a slurping sound coming slowly from the same spot.
"Ahh, ah... haaa! That's good... more... mmm, ahhh..."
I never knew, never knew, I never knew having my blood sucked could feel this good!
Or is it because the other person is this person? I don't know, I don't know...
It's not just pleasure; there's also a faint pain.
But that pain feels like it's punishing me, the monster I am...and strangely, it feels good when it's Master who's giving me that punishment...
"Ah, ah, ahhh... aaaahhh!"
Seeking a stronger pleasure, she hugged her master tightly from behind and pressed his head against her neck with her other hand.
The thought of a vampire like me being bitten by a human and reveling in the pleasure...it was incredibly decadent.
Suddenly, I noticed something hard pressing against my lower abdomen; it must have been responding to my moans.
I thought it was about time we connected down there, so I called out to the master, since my underwear was probably a mess.
"I'm sorry, Carmilla. I've ruined your nice clothes."
He stopped his blood-sucking and pushed me down onto the bed, looking apologetic. When I glanced down, I noticed that my white dress was slightly stained with blood.
It's quite conspicuous, and it looks a little gruesome...
"Fine, Cinderella's time is over. Now all that's here is a pathetic vampire drowning in blood."
She takes off her soiled clothes, along with her flashy black underwear.
I absolutely, without a doubt, have never prepared any special lingerie for a moment like this.
"You don't have to stare at me like that... You're a man after all, it seems you like big breasts."
"Size doesn't really matter, I like the breasts of the person I fall in love with."
"Oh, now that you mention it, your range of interests is unusually wide... I suppose you're open to anyone, young or old, male or female?"
"Stop, I'd like to deny some of that."
While exchanging lighthearted banter, she guides his aroused state towards her own private parts.
"Aren't you going to put it in?"
"No, let's go, Carmilla."
The master, with fangs growing out of his mouth, inserts it.
It was as if I were a mere virgin being attacked by a monster.
"...Ah! Haaah... Move... Mmm..."
Her large, bouncing breasts are kneaded and squeezed as she is violated.
Whether it's because of the sex we just had, or the bloodsucking earlier... my head feels feverish, and I'm starting to lose track of what I'm even saying.
"Ahhh... Nooo! I don't want to be alone... I don't want to... Ah, ahh... Will you... Nngh!... Take me with you...? Ahhh!!"
I clung to him, shouting incoherently as he moved violently.
I cried out so tightly, so that he wouldn't go away... and the Master answered my plea properly.
"I'll take you, no matter what you say or do, I'll bring you into the light... After all, seeing something dazzling will be harder for you, Carmilla, won't it?"
"Aaaah! Master... Master..."
Really, really... this man is a monster...
To think that you would take me, a monster who deserves to be imprisoned, out into the sunlight...
If a vampire were subjected to something like that, they might burn to death from the sheer brightness.
Ah.
But even so, if this person is by my side... if they're by my side... maybe that's okay too.
Overwhelmed with emotion, I bit the opposite side of its neck from before.
The master, as if responding, sinks his fangs into me.
"Mmm! ...slurp...kiss...kiss, mmm...!"
They are passionately connected below, and connected at the mouths... sucking each other's blood while having sex.
What we see here isn't the act of love between a man and a woman, but perhaps two monsters devouring each other...
Eventually, the master reaches his limit and prepares to release his seed deep into my womb.
Receiving both blood and sperm, I easily reached orgasm.
"Mmmmmmm...!!"
Whether it was the intense exhaustion or the loss of blood, a feeling of weariness and a certain kind of comfort enveloped my body.
When I looked at the master's face, he was looking at me with such a kind expression... I felt relieved and instinctively placed my hand on his cheek and kissed him.
"Mmm, kiss... Don't leave me alone... Master, kiss..."
―――――― Maybe it's time to reach out for this one.
The lips that touched mine seemed to have a sweet taste, different from blood.