...Had he really gone too far?
After bidding White Night Yaksha farewell, the war god who had brought Pest—who had not left him even after gaining her freedom—and Leticia through the Boundary Gate directly to the land known as the Sealed World, where the strongest Godslayers ran rampant, pondered this.
Well, living together with the little maid who had always been his bed partner and the Vampire Princess who had accepted his confession naturally led to some rather loving developments.
Before going to war against the Sealed World, the young man had thoroughly enjoyed himself. As he tried to lift the blanket, his hand instead felt the smooth texture of fine fabric. Looking down, he found a white stocking stained with blood...
It clearly belonged to the princess who, not long ago, had still possessed the Gift known as the purity of a vampire maiden.
Seeing his handiwork, the young man recalled how the slightly cool body of that cute vampire had gradually warmed with desire as he left his mark on her last night. His body honestly reacted as well.
"Mm—"
The spotted little girl who had been curled up against the young man's chest opened her eyes under the stimulation of a certain someone's body, an involuntarily anguished sound escaping her throat.
She suddenly sat up, and the blanket draped over her back slipped away with her, exposing her slender waist and skin so fair it could dazzle the eyes. The crimson buds on her upper body entered the young man's field of vision just like that.
"Do you... want to continue?"
With the obsession of eighty million dead spirits nearing its end, the girl who no longer needed to suffer under the fate called the Black Death felt the warmth below her legs, her pretty face flushing