CHAPTER 144: A DATE WITH MY CUTE SHINSO VAMPIRE XXI

"Um... Are you i-intrested, although this is a little out of my comfort zone, it’s not like the other method I am trying to avoid....

She said, pausing for a moment.

As she purposely held back her words.

Adam, fold his fingers between hers, as they approach the penthouse.

Priscilla blushing a little nervously, as she was well aware of what she was about to ask of Adam.

"I–It’s not a big deal or anything... b-but if you’re... willing to give me some of your blood, I... I might be able to do something, alright?"

She bluntly admitted.

"W-Well... I can at least...at least...help you take a... a deeper step, or whatever, into the answers we’re, um, looking for... y’know, about your heritage. I mean, it’s not like I want to, but... it’s possible. Maybe."

Adam looked at Priscilla vividly suprise by her offer.

She was stammering on her words as she talk.

It was both cute to watch, as it was hilarious.

But this was good sign that Priscilla was getting more comfortable with him being this close to her.

More so than usual.

But at the same time, Adam already knows what she is trying to say. But her pride won’t allow her to express it easily.

’That look on your face... I remember it from the original VN you came from. Let me guess, you’re about to ask to feed on me, using my ’heritage’ as your excuse to sneak a bite... I guess you have grown curious about me taste ha?!’

Adam said to himself, chuckling inwardly at her behavior.

’Ah, my adorable big sister... so cute, and so terribly predictable. Trying to kill two birds with one stone, huh? Fine... Let me help you a little fufufu.’

Now playing the part of loss, fool to her sisters pride, and to ease her into the idea.

A single word escape Adam’s mouth in that moment.

"Ha?!"

"...I don’t seem to follow big sis...

Adam replied to Priscilla playing loss, as to what Priscilla was trying to suggest.

Seeing she cannot play coy for any longer than she already has, she grew sighed, and openly began to express herself.

"Tch... Don’t make a big deal out of this, alright? I just...

She said, but her words came to a pause but for a moment.

Her eyes lowered.

And soon she found the courage.

"Can I... drink from you? Just for a moment."

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"...Drink as in, well you know my neck?"

Adam asked with sheepish confusion, holding his neck as if her fang were already at his jugular.

Priscilla naturally of course nods her head in agreement while saying.

"...Yes."

A simple answer, but an honest one at that.

Right after this, Adam soon asked another question.

"Will that connect you to the Bleeding?!"

"Yes... if I drink from you, I can form a tether through the bleeding — a absolute link. With it, I may be able to trace your blood’s resonance, uncover echoes of the past... and extract what I need to forge the amulet I spoke of."

Priscilla folds her arms, looking at Adam with a calm, measured gaze.

Albeit with much nervousness hidden behind her calm demeanour.

"Of course, the decision is yours, boy."

"I can’t say what I’ll find when I cross into that plane. Blood, as I told you, is more than a substance — it’s a concept. A divine one at that. It connects or rather tethered towards all things: time, memory, identity, mind, genetics, fate."

"Had I been born of the Cain lineage, perhaps I could have wield greater control there. But I am of the Tepes bloodline — royal, yes, but not a direct connection to the Vampire King."

She pauses, voice softening slightly.

"When I step into the Bleeding, I may witness the past... or the future, a memory, a possibility, a live vision, a hidden truth, anything really. Not necessarily your future, but perhaps someone connected through your family lineages blood, however distant it may be."

"That realm doesn’t obey time. It doesn’t care for causality, or structure, I is omnipresent through all things. It sees what lies outside the weave of fate, through the purest lens of blood’s cocnept."

"And since blood itself is a Divine Concept... it exists beyond the reach of any hierarchy. Like Space, Time, Dimension’s, and much, much more... Even the gods are not exempt from what the Bleeding encompasses and reveals."

Said Priscilla as she recaps the information, one last time. Adam already grasping this knowledge just nods her head as he said.

"I understand, we don’t know what to expect."

He started, then continued.

"But by you extracting my blood you can make the amulet that can track when one of my family relatives are close by...

"That in of itself is enough for now big sis, no need to stress yourself any further. I feel that in time, all the answer to our questions will be answered."

Adam replied, seemingly trying to be understanding, however his curiosity got the best of him as a question emerge at the back of his mind.

"By the way big sis, how do you plan on extracting my blood, won’t your bite contaminate my blood if you drink it?"

"Not necessarily."

She answered back immediately, and began explain.

"You should already be well-acquainted with the workings of vampiric flesh, I presume dear student of mine."

"Seeing as your servant walks the path of undeath, much like myself. Though she be of lesser stock, the blood she bears yet binds her to our kind."

Priscilla steps closer, as her grips tighten, as both her and Adam made a stop at their room doors.

And as Priscilla open it with telekinesis.

They two of them met an empty house.

But her explanation continued on.

"Know this boy, the bodies of vampires are not so crude as mortal lore would suggest. Our bite is not a singular function, but a craft, with forms suited to varied ends."

"There is the Feeding Bite, through which we draw sustenance from the living. The Killing Bite, that basically helps us kill a person quicker and has blood clotting effect. Then their is something called a. Intimate Bite, which I won’t elaborate on, as it should be quite self explanatory."

"In addition, my kind also possess what fellow monster and human kind would deem as an extraction bite."

"It allows the harvesting of blood, or other fluids without spoiling them by storing them within our inner pouches, safeguarded from rot or corruption."

"Thus, should we see fit to revisit a sample, we may do so with all its truths intact."

"Do you understand, or do you need me to explain again, please say no, I don’t want repeat all that again boy."

Priscilla said while looking at Adam, at this moment Adam sitting on the bed, while Priscilla sat beside him.

The bed was large, like stupidly large to the point all the girls Adam was close with could easily fit on it. And there would still be enough space for several more.

Either way, he looked at Priscilla and asked.

"I got most of it, but how should we do this?"

"What do you mean how should we do this, like I said before, just offer up your neck to me, and I will do the rest of the work. Just relax till I am doing feeding."

Priscilla said as she held Adam’s gaze in silence, his words lingering like incense in the air between them.

But because of what this act meant.

For both of them.

Wordlessly, she rose from her place beside him. The silence stretched awkwardly.

Then, with a measured breath, as she breathes in and out.

A rare sense of hesitation left her, as she moved to straddle him slowly.

Her long dress pour over his legs , in long cascades. As her knees sank into the mattress, she then placed her hands on his shoulders, her fingers light... yet lingering, as if grounding herself more than him, grabbing both his shoulders.

Adam blinked, slightly startled by the closeness.

"Big sis?"

"D-Don:t say anything foolish."

She cut in quickly, her voice tight, and her cheeks colored with a blush she couldn’t quite suppress.

"This position... ensures the proper angle for the bite. Nothing more... So get those lewd thoughts out of your head."

"...Hehehe... If only if it was that simple."

Adam replied, but Priscilla ignore him.

As she leaned in.

Slowly but surely.

The heat of her breath brushed against his neck, stirring the fine hairs along his skin.

Her lips hovered close, trembling and then parted just enough for the faint glint of her fangs to catch the low light.

"...I’m going to begin now."

She murmured, barely audible.

And then, with exquisite restraint, she sank her fangs into Adam’s neck in passionate manner.

And they sank cleanly into his neck.

There was no mess, no dramatic blood spurt, just an elegant puncture.

But the moment Adam’s blood touched her tongue.

Priscilla froze.

As her entire body began to trembled.

’What... is this taste?’

Her thoughts swirled in confusion, then awe, then sheer, overwhelming pleasure.

His blood wasn’t just rich.

It was simply divine in every sense of the word.

’AHHHH, WHAT IS THIS?’

It was addictive.

Her pupils dilated.

Her breath hitched in her throat.

She latched onto him harder, hugging him into a deeper embrace.

’Delicious... no...maddeningly delicious! t-This ta-ta-taste ...shouldn’t be possible... Why is his blood so...so... Addicting?’