"Good, good, good! Wonderful, wonderful, absolutely wonderful! Hehehe... Ahahahahaha!"
This obese old white man with slightly reddish, curly hair.
Though surrounded by hundreds of ghouls, he was not frightened but delighted. He spread his arms and burst into wild laughter.
He was the village chief.
Aigehan.
And also a sixty-four-year-old virgin.
His eyes glimmered with a cold crimson light in the darkness.
A week ago.
He had chosen to cooperate with "them," who had approached him of their own accord, becoming a monster—a Vampire.
This brought Aigehan unprecedented joy.
No longer did he need to fear his lifespan running out, nor suffer the torment of old age.
The power far beyond that of ordinary humans was even more intoxicating.
The only price was to blood-sacrifice the entire village, then obey "their" instructions.
But none of that mattered. None of it mattered.
At this moment, Aigehan was completely immersed in the tenderness and screams of the beautiful woman beneath him.
She was the most beautiful and charming woman in the village.
Before, he could only pretend to be a kindly village chief and occasionally exchange a few words with her, suppressing all his greed, malice, and Envy within his heart.
But now, she finally belonged to him, and he had deliberately saved her for last!
As for those few somewhat pretty women from earlier.
Well, they were the ragged female ghouls standing nearby.
It was just a pity that their blackened, shriveled skin made them look much uglier.
They had actually been quite pretty before.
"Whew—"
"What a pity. If you were a virgin, I really would've wanted to make you my first blood servant, to serve me forever."
Aigehan pulled up his pants in satisfaction.
He looked at the woman lying collapsed on the ground, weeping, his face full of