HLnovel Chapter 206 The Transformation of the Maya (3)
Chapter 206 The Transformation of the Maya (3)
Chapter 206 The Transformation of the Maya (3)
Maya's heart was filled with a storm of conflicting emotions. When she sucked blood from the neck, the strong smell of blood filled her senses, bringing a strange and chaotic pleasure.
"Senior... calm down..."
The moment Maya heard those words, she suddenly stopped moving.
'Junior?'
That was the sound she had just witnessed coming from someone being pierced by claws. Only then did she realize that the blood she had been drinking was actually her junior's.
Tears mingled with drops of bright red blood, creating a sorrowful scene as darkness faded.
'Why am I doing this?' This question kept echoing in Maya's mind. Her heart was torn between the craving for blood and the pain of mutation.
She felt a deep sadness, not only for herself but also for those who were drinking her blood; she could feel Morse's physical and emotional pain.
Why am I here?
Her bloodshot eyes, blurred by inner turmoil, met her junior's gaze. Morse's touch shattered her dazed state. For a moment, she stopped inhaling; the gentle pat was like a warm light, igniting the tenderness within her.
She couldn't express the remorse in her heart. She remembered how her junior had fought for her, endured pain, and come here to save her... while she was drinking his blood, completely disregarding his feelings.
When her junior brother reached out and gently stroked her face, pulling her away from her neck, Maya's lips trembled slightly as she tried to express the struggle between her vampire instincts and her remaining humanity.
'He must really hate me.'
Maya knew that she had betrayed his trust, betrayed everything he had done to save her, and hurt the person who had come to save her.
"Senior, it's okay, everything will be alright."
However, despite this, her junior brother comforted her. His gentle words pierced through the darkness that was devouring Maya. He encouraged her to continue drinking blood if needed and said he would always be with her.
Maya struggled internally; she remembered the voice within her, and how she had succumbed to that desire without hesitation.
“It’s okay, you can keep smoking if you want,” he reassured you. “I’ll stay here with you.”
'No, don't say that...'
Maya wanted him to hate her, so she could find a reason to hate herself; she wanted him to give her a reason to hate herself…
But...you will...
"I'll be fine."
When his words conveyed the opposite meaning, Maya could find no way to refute them, and when his cold hand gently touched her burning cheek, she could no longer resist the temptation.
With her junior's gentle pats on the back to comfort her, Maya's hesitation crumbled, and her eyes turned as red as a vampire's.
"I'm...I'm sorry..."
After apologizing in a low voice, she began to smoke again.
'His blood...is different.'
Maya's mind was still in turmoil, but the warmth she felt was not only physical, but also a kind of power emanating from her junior, making her feel different from others.
The rhythm of her swallowing blended with the silence of the cave, and despite the complex scene, she was unexpectedly at peace.
'I like his blood.'
Maya admits that she felt a mixture of inner turmoil and satisfaction, a painful yet irresistible sense of fulfillment.
She didn't understand why she felt disgusted by the smell of the vampire count and his other victims in the cave filled with their blood.
The smell of their blood should have aroused her desire, but on the contrary, she loathed their odor.
However, this is not the case for the younger students.
Maya's blood-red eyes swept over her junior's body, noticing the bare skin exposed under his tattered clothes. His body wasn't strong, but it revealed a physique that had undergone rigorous training.
Her gaze followed the scars on his body, proof of his struggle to save himself.
At that moment, as she drank blood from Morse, Maya couldn't help but admit that she saw the power hidden beneath his appearance.
Her aversion to the blood of the vampire count and other humans grew stronger. In contrast, the scent of her junior's blood, intertwined with his struggles, exuded an irresistible attraction that transcended her vampire instincts.
As Maya looked at him, she unconsciously longed to see his face. She also needed to catch her breath, so she stopped inhaling and raised her head.
"what……"
When her eyes met those of her junior, a sudden realization struck her. Those bright red vampire eyes were fixed on him, and suddenly, a certain consciousness broke through the fog of her longing.
His cheeks flushed.
A blush rose on Morse's usually pale face, reflecting the burden he was under.
"Haa...haa..."
His breathing was no longer steady, but became rapid, highlighting the fatigue on his face.
"Are you all done?" he asked, his face expressionless, but Maya knew he was concerned about her.
His eyes revealed exhaustion, both physically and mentally, yet he was still concerned about himself.
The allure of his blood, and his painful memories, formed a deeper connection that transcended the instincts within Maya.
When Maya realized that Morse was weak, a sense of unease welled up inside her.
The bond forged through this intimate act grew stronger, and Maya instinctively avoided his gaze, burying her face in his shoulder once more.
His tired purple eyes made her uneasy.
This is an unexpected sense of intimacy that transcends the act of bloodsucking.
A wave of embarrassment washed over her, and she lowered her head, hiding beside Morse's long neck. With each breath, she was lost in the unique scent emanating from her junior—a mixture of blood, sweat, and cave soil.
This unique blend of scents possessed an irresistible allure, drawing her firmly into the space they shared.
His scent was different from everyone else's; his body was different. In Maya's eyes, everything was slowly changing; in this world filled with darkness, only he remained constant.
Maya's embarrassment from intimacy began to intertwine with another emotion, one she had never anticipated.
This feeling was unlike anything she had ever experienced with anyone else.
"I can't lose you..."
The confession, soft and almost inaudible, was whispered from her lips.
"I will not lose you..."
This awareness permeated every corner of her body, allowing her to take deep root in that unique aura.
The echoes and shadows of the cave bear witness to Maya's silent thoughts, and the strange combination of Morse's blood, sweat, and earthy scent resonates with her inner transformation.
Snapped!
Just then, she felt a gentle pat on her shoulder. Maya slowly raised her head and met her junior's gaze, whose eyes were almost closed.
"Are you done?" His tired voice was filled with concern.
Maya nodded shyly. The tormenting desire within her was finally quelled, and the strange, warm blood flowed through her body, replacing the emptiness brought by the vampire.
Morse looked at her with tired eyes, his face etched with exhaustion. "Then I need to rest for a bit."
Maya opened her eyes wide, realizing that her actions had exhausted her junior. Her eyes showed concern, indicating that her junior had already pushed himself beyond his limits.
"Go to sleep," she whispered, a pang of guilt in her heart.
"So……"
He closed his eyes before he could finish speaking.
Boom!
Morse rested his head on Maya's shoulder.
When he rested his head on her shoulder, Maya felt his exhaustion; his rapid breathing became steady. With her gentle touch, she noticed that her junior's hand, which had been patting her back, had fallen limply to his side.
“He’s lost consciousness,” Maya whispered, her soft voice echoing in the silent cave.
She carefully stood up from her seated position, cupped his head in her hands, and felt a surge of new energy within her, stemming from her desire for fulfillment.
"Sorry……"
She gently lifted her junior's head, knelt down, and placed his head on her lap, making him feel comfortable.
"That's what the book says, right?" she murmured to herself. She had never experienced anything like this before, but she knew from the book that people usually feel comfortable lying on someone else's lap.
As her junior lost consciousness and lay quietly on her lap, Maya gazed at his pale face and the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest with his breathing.
'He's like a child.'
She thought to herself, her fingers gently tracing his peaceful face, the tender touch a stark contrast to the softness of his sleeping form. In the dim light of the cave, a faint smile crept onto her face.
“I never expected this to happen to me,” she whispered to the sleeping Morse, her voice echoing in the silent cave.
Maya looked at him, a strong protective instinct welling up inside her. She made a silent promise to protect this person who had unexpectedly become an important part of her world after her transformation.
"Is it okay if I stay here a little longer?" she whispered, her heart filled with cherishing this moment.