"Oh! Is that really so?"
After listening to Baccarat's account, Sephiroth, seated on the bed, raised an eyebrow, a thoughtful expression appearing on his face.
"That's basically how it happened. I haven't hidden anything from you..." Baccarat said calmly.
Sephiroth set the wineglass in his hand on the bedside table and slowly brought his face close to hers.
"Y-You... what are you trying to do?"
His action reminded Baccarat of what had just happened.
She instinctively wanted to pull back, but then she felt he was merely teasing her—that he would not actually do anything in the end, and only wanted to see her in an embarrassing state.
"Although I know you weren't lying, I still want to confirm some details..."
"How do you want to confirm them?" Baccarat asked, utterly confused.
"It's simple!
You just need to relax. I guarantee I'll make you feel very good..."
As he spoke, Sephiroth gently wrapped his arms around Baccarat and pressed her onto the bed.
Before the woman could react, Vampire Fangs swiftly extended from his mouth and sank directly into her slender neck. He began drinking her blood, using Blood Recall to read the memories of the woman in his arms.
"!?"
After a brief moment of shock and confusion, an overwhelming, cloud-floating pleasure rapidly spread throughout Baccarat's body. Her consciousness gradually grew hazy, and unconscious little moans of "Mm!" and "Ah!" escaped her lips.
Driven by instinct, Baccarat could not help tightly wrapping her arms around Sephiroth. Her legs clamped forcefully around his waist, as though she wanted to meld his entire body into her own...
After a long while, Sephiroth finished reading the relevant memories. He slowly withdrew his Vampire Fangs, then extended his tongue to gently lick the wound on the woman in his arms.
As the pleasure