Feeling up the white glossy skin and licking it with excitement, I can feel something arousing inside me. Her black long hair, even though our bath only consists of wiping ourselves in the cold river, is letting out an attractive fragrance that tickles my libido. Compared to my pathetically flat breasts, her plump and bouncy breasts presses into my body, however, there is no unpleasant feeling but more arousal.
“Hngh…ah…ngghhhh…”
Hearing her sweet, savory moans while catching her breath further increased my appetite and my longing for her flavor. Although at day time, she is cold and quiet, the contrasts right now is clouding my judgment but I can’t let my natural instinct take over or I might kill her.
Before doing the act, I again once look at her face. I stare at her flushed, feverish countenance with moisten eyes. She seats back against a tree while I straddle atop of her. However, it was no one sided-assault, she was holding and caressing my butt and thighs with one hand and with the other hand she wrapped it around my body so I won’t lose balance.
Her oriental clothes called kimono is messy as we were caressing each other for a while. I actually took my breastplate off earlier and now, I am only wearing my pleated skirt and plain white buttoned shirt.
“Diyu…please…proceed…”
“Are you sure, Miss Bacarra?”
“I don’t care anymore, make me feel good…”
Her sweet invitation made me a little dizzy. Before I knew it, I sunk my teeth in her exposed neck and greedily suck blood from it.
“AHHHH!~ Hnggghn! Gaaah….Kuuuhh….!”
Her moans now are mixed of pain and pleasure. Her hands held my head in the place as I hugged her body in my embrace. It was enticing, exquisite, and rich delicious blood that my tongue tasted for a while. It was not as good as Asagao’s blood but this in its own way, is delicious.
I stop sucking because I already had my fill. I don’t want to exhaust Miss Bacarra too much as she is quite depressed and sulky. Her appetite for food is lacking which made her quite pale and ridden with fatigue.
As my fangs parted from her neck, from my lips, a string of saliva connects with her skin dribbles. Her neck has a little trace of her blood and I am sure that there are some in my lips too. I steady my gaits again and once again gaze at her countenance.
I am met with a sticky affectionate stare from her yellow eyes. Miss Bacarra is superior to me in every aspect of beauty. The bells tied her horn jiggles as she tilted her head with upturned eyes. She was shorter than me but her body is more curvaceous and her breasts are humongous and I never seen such breasts before.
“More…Diyu…more…I want to forget…I want to you to still this pain inside me…”
“Miss Bacarra…that’s!”
“Let’s go further…”
As Miss Bacarra said those words, she promptly reversed our positions and she pressed me on the ground. The scenery changes from her face leaning on a tree to a starry night sky in the forest with her face as the spotlight. The bonfire that lit the place gave a dazzling swaying light that reflected on the grass while its shadow flickers.
She excitingly and hastily unbuttons my shirt with gracefulness as if she is opening a long awaited gift. That was given since this is the first time I agreed to this since we met each other.
In the rubbles and destruction of Dragon Capital Mujinn, we met under the dark ashen sky surrounded by fire and blood, devils within the vicinity and we both carry and cradling sadness and lamentation in our hearts.
My first ever love became a naught and I was utterly distraught. Ichirou Nagasaki, an otherworlder, a hero summoned into this world with powers to vanquish the devils. He said that the power he has now isn’t because of the blessing given by the goddess but a power granted by someone else. I don’t even know why I fell in love with him the first place.
Am I struck with an unbelievable awe when I saw his gallant fighting prowess or is it because of his bland personality that seems to pursue an idealistic justice? However, whenever I am with him, I felt my heart fluttering. I even gave him my very first kiss but he was asleep back then so I guess it doesn’t count.
But after everything that happened between him and me, I found out that he already love someone else. He was embracing a woman who he passionately look into the eyes. I was sorely mistaken to think that that man can take a hint. No, even if he did, things would just get awkward on his side.
And up until this day, neither Ichirou nor I know how we feel about each other. I don’t want to know anymore. It is scary to hear the words coming out from his lips.
But Miss Bacarra’s situation which is even worse is like a blessing in disguise for me. It is wrong to say that, even so, it lessened what greatly weighs in my chest.
That’s right, I just used Miss Bacarra’s predicament to alleviate the pain that I have by comparing it to mine.
Hugging a lifeless man in a middle of a chaos, Miss Bacarra curled up there while shedding bitter tears. A man that she never even conveyed her love to and lost the chance to do so. Right in front of her, the man died without even hearing her confession, without even hearing a reply, without even hearing goodbyes.
Miss Bacarrra loved a man named Kouta as she said. They were both summoned heroes like Ichirou and were give blessing to help this world to get rid of the devils.
Fate could play some really twisted game.
Kouta, Miss Bacarra’s beloved, died in the hand of another hero, a man named Shun. It is also the man Miss Bacarra trusted the most. She herself is clueless of why but that traitorous act is clearly out of jealousy in my opinion. That alone made her lose herself in sadness and wallow in regret losing her will to live any longer.
I rescued her in the wave of the devils and manage to escape with claws and swords pointed at our necks. The man in her cradle was left behind and swallowed by the destruction. That means she can’t even give him a proper burial as a farewell.
After that, our consciousness was taken when a bright light covers us. When we came to, we were in a middle of a forest unknown to us with only each other to rely on.
Miss Bacarra was nowhere lively. She was just a ragged doll for the next days without eating or drinking if I didn’t force her. She didn’t specifically refuse but she would just lay down on the ground and stay there for a while as she mutters words of regret so we hardly moved from our current location.
Since then, I tried my best to become her emotional pillar. Day by day, she became better and better as she slowly regains her composure and was able to converse with me properly. Things go on like this. My knowledge as a professional adventure became handy as I was able to distinguish edible plants and hunt animals to eat.
I am doing this to survive and I cannot leave her alone, not now, not anymore as she became my solace for my own broken heart.
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She became more intimate and close to me to the point that it has come to this…
We’re just licking each other’s wounds now and conveying this false love to feel good with each other, painstakingly trying to forget or even to erase the traces of our failed romance.
Miss Bacarra then unfurled my open shirt and reveals my bare body under her gazes. My ridiculously small chest was lasciviously stared at by the woman who straddles me. In embarrassment, I reactively cover my chest because it is extremely and pitifully small than what she has.
“Why are you covering?”
“W-what’s with you?! I will cover it up if I want to!”
“Ah yes, however, it has an extremely cute shape. It’s supple but still has a softness anyone would leave longing for. Won’t you please let me take a good look at it?”
“Sweet words won’t sway me easily.”
“Then, since both of your hands are occupied, it leaves your lips unguarded.”
“That’s…!”
“Are you going to stop me? Do you hate it yourself?”
“I don’t know…”
I don’t know what I should feel at this moment…
Indeed, the act itself sounds pleasurable and alluring but, it is only a gratification that concludes from our unreal desire for each other. We are going to return feelings with each other even though none of it existed right from the start.
Will this really solve our problem?
Will embracing someone else other than the person I truly love will alleviate the painful throbbing in my chest whenever I remember that day?
………
“You’re not so honest, Diyu. What do you want?”
“Miss Bacarra…”
“Yes?”
“Let’s stop this.”
The words came out from my lips stuck Miss Bacarra like a lightning. Her eyes widened from the shock and she lost her demeanor in an instant. The atmosphere becomes heavy as her hands that were holding my face trembles.
“D-Diyu…w-what are you saying…? W-we’ve come this far and now…you…you…!”
“I guess this is not something for me…I just thought that…this won’t solve anything…we are just running away…”
“Who…cares? Who cares anyway?!”
“I care! I care for you! That’s why I am saying this!”
I don’t want to be like my father who runs away from things he sees bothersome. I want to face problems even if it hurts or even if it is tiring. Compared to my plight, Bacarra has it rougher and if I further compare myself to Cattleya, my childhood friend who is basically a sister figure to me, I can’t help not to think small of myself.
Miss Bacarra’s face distorted in anger and anguish.
“Unacceptable! Diyu, even if it is just us pretending, for this sole moment, for this single time, you are my everything! But right now, you shattered that world of lies that I loved so much!”
“I’m sorry! I apologize for making you feel like that! It is because of me that you and I are deluded in such white lies! However, I don’t want to continue on like this! I just can’t…”
“You still have feelings…for him?!”
“…I do…”
“Don’t fuck around with me!”
Miss Bacarra’s shrilly voice exploded. She becomes hysteric and her mind turn unstable. She pinned me to the ground with everything she got. Anger rises from her, however, tears that she was unable to shed since the beginning comes bursting out. My shirt was forcibly ripped off and my skirt is slowly being pull down.
Even so, I didn’t resisted, not even once.
Whatever she may do is something I brought upon myself. I will take her pent up frustration, every single bit there is. I took the responsibility but I was unable to respond to her feelings so this is the result.
Despite her fury, Miss Bacarra stops before fully robbing me of my garments.
“Don’t fuck around with me…you’re just trying to feel good by yourself thinking that you are responsible for my becoming!”
“You’re so sharp…”
“Why would you even find relief in that…”
Upon those words, traces of anger fades and overflowing agony came as Miss Bacarra collapse her body atop of me. She buries her face in my chest as she shed tears while clutching onto my shoulders.
“Right from the start…right from the very beginning…I have nothing…! Even back in my own world, I swallowed my own self in a world of lies and bitterly chew on my parents expectations of me. My hallowed heart never felt anything because of emptiness that my own parents caused…”
“Miss Bacarra…”
“However, him...that man…brought out my true self…from the world of lies that I lived…I was able to shattered that world and I was able to look at myself in the mirror…I love him so much…It was too late before I can even convey such feelings…”
“……”
“He became my world…however…he…he…at that moment…he died…my reason to be happy…my reason to live…sank all down to a drainage…”
“I’m really sorry for what happened to him…”
“Diyu…even if it just a façade…won’t you be my reason to live? My reason of being? I beg of you…bring me back my world of white lies…”
She presented me a responsibility that is too much for me to carry.
I want to accept her…I really want to…but…this is not right. This won’t even solve half of hers…no…our problem…
Everything will get worse at this point if I give in. She was right, I was still holding my affection for Ichirou Nagasaki and I cannot forget it. I still want to see him and talk to him regarding of my true feelings.
But I am scared that if I reject her now, she will go back to the state when we initially met or she may even get worse than that. I somehow, one way or another, make a compromise to make her live.
………
I’m sorry, Miss Bacarra…you can blame me all you want. You can hate me all you want but, this is the only way I know for you to continue living for yourself. This is the cruelest decision I have ever thought of and has the probability of making or breaking her into a completely different person.
“Miss Bacarra…”
“Diyu? Will you?”
“You love that man so much, right?”
“Yes…”
I clench my fists and grit my teeth momentarily as I quickly contemplate the right words to say. I want to be clear as possible so she will understand it.
“The man who killed him…aren’t you angry at him…?”
“Angry…”
“Yes…he was the man who took away your world…”
“Shun…”
“You…trusted him so much and he just made a traitorous act.”
“What…do you mean…?”
“Revenge…!”
I immediately gulped as I spat out that word. I am molding Miss Bacarra’s personality at this very moment. I feel worse than my father in a sense, but this is the only logical reason that I could think of. I am greatly culpable of what Miss Bacarra will turn out to be.
Looking at me with eyes devoid of light, Miss Bacarra was again, struck with a sudden realization. Her face rose up from my chest and she stare at me with great disbelief.
“Revenge…Diyu…that’s…”
“Take revenge for him…live on and see a new tomorrow. Miss Bacarra, become stronger and continue with your life until you accomplished it.”
Miss Bacarra’s eyes immediately lit up like a fire. She separates from me and stands up and fixes her clothes. She closes her eyes as her fist clenches with vigor upon finding a new source of strength to continue on.
“Diyu…I’m sorry…you’re right. You’re absolutely right. I want to settle this pain…this feeling…by killing him!”
“……”
“I will…kill him! The next time I see his face, that man, Shun, he will be lying on the ground as a cold body!”
“……”
“Thank you for making me realized it, Diyu. I now understand that there’s more for me to do in this world and that is purging that guy!”
Upon setting new goals and regaining her composure, Miss Bacarra rains me down with thank you and appreciation. However, in my mind, I couldn’t say sorry enough for what I did. Should I have really done that? Should I have really had her take on the course of revenge as her drive to live? Could I just have given her a better one?
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Morning came and Miss Bacarra and I have already reached a compromise. We slept normally and there were no more awkward situations.
I am grilling some fish that I got from the river over the fire. Miss Bacarra’s sleeping figure is in disarray as her clothes scatters here and there I felt bad for her as insect bites are found here and there in her body. it was fine for me because I am vampire but for Miss Bacarra, not only I put her in a straining environment which she is not used to, I also burdened her with a mindset solely for revenge.
Not to mention, she is specially pale this morning since I sucked blood from her yesterday night which added another weight of guilt.
I am wearing my breastplate right now over my tattered shirt. I feel like there is some fixation of my mind that tells me that it makes my chest looks bigger. However, seeing Miss Bacarra’s sleeping figure, I noticed that whatever sleeping position she takes, her breasts will always spill here and there.
I stand up from the front of the fire where the fist is being grilled and walk towards her. As I squat down, I fix her clothes. At that moment, her eyes slowly open while quivering.
“D-Diyu…”
“Good morning, Miss Bacarra…”
I wanted to say something but, I guess I cannot make any straightforward conversation now with her. I am utterly distraught now of how I should act around Miss Bacarra. She only smiles at my appearance and sit upright while fixing her own clothes.
I wanted to speak when suddenly…
CHOMP!
A sound of chewing entered my ears.
I immediately turn my head towards the grilled fish just to found someone else greedily partake all four fishes in her hands!
“Aww…owowow…it’s hot…”
“HEY!!!”
A shout at the woman who wears weird clothes that looks like from a noble wear.
Her hair is tied up in a bun and she wears cracked glasses with bent frame. Her hair is also black and her eyes are brown with dark line under the lids. She is a bit dirty and her appearance is unruly.
“Don’t eat those!”
“Give…me…a…break…I haven’t eaten something decent for two weeks now…”
“YOU!!”
What angers me the most is that I didn’t even noticed her approaching. As a true ancestor, we have superior senses, even if the sun is rising like this, even though it decreases our overall functionalities, it doesn’t fall too much that I can still beat a human senses.
However, this woman right in front of my eyes just snuck past me and took all four fishes!
“That voice…”
From our conversation, Miss Bacarral, who is still sleepy, noticed something. She cocked her head past me to see that woman who happily feasts on our breakfast.
“Ah…!”
“Miss Bacarra?”
With widened eyes, the two met each other’s gaze.
“Oh…it’s Bacarra…you’re still alive…”
“Mana Minase…!”
“Who…?!”
I interject such question. I am utterly confused right now that I have to immediately ask Miss Bacarra about it.
“Miss Bacarra, you know that woman?!”
“She is…also a summoned hero…”
“A summoned hero…again…?”
“However, she is the most dangerous of all…”
Doesn’t seem like that for me though…