"No problem. I'll take care of you forever." Shuo flashed a grin and gave Dimamber's bottom a playful squeeze.
"You perv!" Dimamber squeaked, cheeks blazing red as she shot him a wounded glare.
The scent of Shuo's blood was driving her wild. So close, so intoxicating—she could barely resist the urge to sink her fangs in.
Shuo caught her look and chuckled. "If you want a taste, go ahead. Just don't overdo it—my blood's strong stuff."
Dimamber's eyes lit up, flashing crimson as her fangs extended. She wasted no time, straddling Shuo's lap, legs wrapped tight around his waist. With a gentle bite, she sank her teeth into his neck—her first taste.
Shuo stiffened. Having a vampire girl latched onto his throat wasn't exactly something you got used to. Dimamber, for her part, was just as embarrassed—first time feeding, and from a boy she'd only known for minutes.
But Shuo's blood was impossibly tempting. No vampire could resist. She quickly convinced herself this was fine and kept drinking, savoring every drop.
Moments later, she hopped off, looking satisfied—until the rush of power inside her made her freeze, eyes wide.
"Um… I think I drank too much. I feel… stuffed…"
She ducked her head, mortified.
Shuo rolled his eyes. "What are you, a blood-sucking pig? Didn't I warn you my bloodline's no joke? If I hadn't siphoned off some of that energy, you'd have popped like an overfed tick."
"I am NOT a blood pig!" Dimamber huffed, though her gaze darted everywhere but his face.
"Whatever. It's still early—let's hit the shops, grab you some stuff, and head home."
He took her hand, leading her toward the shopping district.
Dimamber blinked, then wrapped herself around his arm, beaming as they left the alley.
Shopping with a vampire turned out to be a mistake. Shuo had assumed vampires wouldn't be as high-energy as regular girls. He was wrong. Dimamber was even more relentless.
Still, at least he got to sneak a few squeezes here and there—small mercies.
But just as he reached out for another "attack," a slender hand clamped down on his wrist.
A sharp voice rang out. "Caught you red-handed, pervert! You're under arrest!"
Shuo turned—and found himself staring at Misaki-sensei, resplendent in a yellow qipao.
He groaned. "Misaki-sensei, you've got the wrong guy. I'm not a pervert!"
She stared, surprised. "Nangong Shuo? Seriously? But I saw it with my own eyes—you still want to deny it?"
"And you already have Nagisa, such a sweet girl. Yet here you are, pulling this nonsense. You need a proper lesson."
Shuo sighed. "You've got it all wrong, sensei. Dimamber's my girlfriend. Ask her if you don't believe me."
Both turned to Dimamber.
Dimamber, startled by Misaki's sudden appearance, saw her chance for mischief. She put on her best pitiful face.
"Waaah! This big meanie keeps grabbing my butt and threatened me not to call the police, or else—waaah!"
Shuo nearly choked. "Dimamber, you little brat! Framing me—!"
Before he could finish, Dimamber clung to Misaki, sobbing louder.
"Big sis, look! The pervert's still threatening me! You have to lock him up!"
Misaki's eyes narrowed. "Well, well, evidence and witness. Let's see you talk your way out of this one, Shuo."
Oh, hell.
The crowd was already murmuring, pointing fingers. Shuo grabbed both Dimamber and Misaki, activated his spatial magic, and vanished.
The onlookers gaped.
"Where'd they go?"
"Did three people just disappear?"
"…"
A ripple of space, and the trio reappeared in an abandoned building.
Misaki spun, stunned. "How can you use spatial magic? Don't tell me you're an Attack Mage like Natsuki!"
Shuo shrugged, a sly smile tugging at his lips. "I know plenty of tricks. Should I start listing them for you, sensei?"
Misaki clenched her fists, cheeks flushed with irritation. "Fine! If you're an Attack Mage, I don't need to hold back. Confess now, or face the consequences!"
Shuo's eyes danced with mischief. "Ooh, threatening your own student? I'm shaking."
"Damn brat, mocking your teacher—looks like you need a real lesson!"
Misaki's spiritual power surged. No fancy moves—just a straight punch at Shuo.
But the next instant, she was punching thin air.
She felt a hand on her thigh. Whirling around, she found Shuo behind her, grinning.
"Misaki-sensei, you're slower than a turtle. But your thighs—smooth as silk."
Misaki stared, shocked.
He was that fast?
She lunged again, faster this time.
Shuo sidestepped, hands slipping around her waist. "I could play with this waist for a year—so tight and slender! Keep trying, sensei. Maybe next time you'll actually land a hit."
The result was the same—Misaki left swinging at shadows, while Shuo teased her mercilessly.
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