With my left hand, I grabbed her foot, and my fingers moved aggressively, tickling her foot's smooth surface.
Her chest on me instantly trembled, her thighs loosening their grip just a little, and that little window was it!
I shoved my arm in under her knee, soft flesh, performing an uppercut to finally free one of her legs.
She almost fell, but my other hand grabbed her before she could.
With a deep sigh, I could finally grab Alya through the rag-like white gown from the back.
My face turned crimson as I accidentally felt that unholy warm and soft place again. Focusing, I gently pushed her from her ass, past the hole with some effort while still hanging with my thumb.
I couldn't even enjoy the view of her gown lifting due to how much pain I was in; my arms felt limp like they weren't even connected to my body.
Taking a few deep breaths to catch my breath, I used my pure white robe to clean off sweat and dirt from my eyes. Enduring the burning pain, I used my thumb to pull myself up the hole as well.
I also climbed up behind her; the roof was low, so I had to completely crawl on Alya's sweaty, soft curves as she tried to snuggle up to me again.
It was awkward…
After crossing over her, my body lost all its strength, and, like a log, I lay beside Alya on the hard stone for a few seconds. It felt like heaven because of how bad my spine was hurting.
My spine... I surely twisted that poor thing in that weird thumb pull-up. Kind of twist, I'd be handicapped for the rest of my life…
Now it only took a few seconds before I was on the move again. Not without feeling like I was being stabbed with thousands of spears all over my body, of course.
With a breath held tight, I glued myself on my belly to the stone floor and lifted Alya onto my back with a weird twist of my elbow. Her arms slipped around my neck, soft and trembling. Her breath brushed my face's skin—sweet like peaches, faintly metallic, but addictive like blood. Every exhale made goosebumps crawl down my spine.
Her legs pressed against my sides as she did that thigh deadlock again, but this time, I could feel something weird on my spine; the dripping wetness from before was still there… her chest fit against my back. I swear I could feel something perky against it as her weight melted perfectly into mine.
I gritted my teeth and began crawling forward, inch by inch, eyes locked on the faint red shapes of the other captives ahead. Using [Eye of Sanguine] felt like self-harm harm but meh, couldn't be helped.
But I still made sure to turn it on barely when required.
The stone scraped against my elbows. Each move left a smear of blood and dust on my skin. Cold water dripped from the pipes on me and Alya, slow and steady. It actually felt like a blessing due to how hot I was feeling.
Then it hit me. The hole was wide open behind me.
My stomach tightened. When they came looking, and they would—this would be the first thing they notice. The only way out was through this hallway, and if they searched carefully… they'd find me.
What if they just blocked all exits…?
I need to get started with my plan right now!
…
My heartbeat pounded in my ears as I forced myself to crawl faster. The narrow space clung to me like a furnace — suffocating, slick with heat and breathless humidity, giving me that weird, puking-like feeling.
Every movement smeared our sweat against the cramped walls, Alya's and mine mixing into a sticky sheen all over my skin. I was soaked, leaving a glistening trail behind me like a slug.
My hands and arms were trembling, my back aching, my legs cramping.
But… I didn't even feel it.
Maybe because the sensation of two football-like extremely soft balls tightly pressing on my back, or the warm breath that smelt of blood, and wet with saliva, but undeniably Alya's was just that stimulating, or maybe I was just that locked in.
Either way, I kept moving.
The plan was simple, really, cause chaos, escape amidst chaos…
I rubbed my temples, taking a mini break as I forced my dry, tired eyes to open again. Can't fall asleep right now. I gotta release all prisoners. If they are busy suppressing them, it will give me enough time to either get a disguise or get out through the sewers.
Yes, getting a disguise was on the table again. The hole, if the guards had any brains, would just surround me outside, where I would have no advantage, and be hella tired.
I can't fight well in the condition I am in. But wait, I can't fight at all. I was just a medical student playing games and working part-time…
Sue wasn't trained, just had a nice shot, and went to the gym. These guards... They should be experienced fighters, armed and trained, perhaps even with anti-vampire voodoo.
I could only rely on overpowering them with my vampire body and higher stats…
I now feel like my past self, who even considered revealing himself, was stupid as hell.
…
After over twenty minutes of brutal torture, or… Heaven, I finally reached right above a seven-feet-tall bright red-yellowish light that was shining piercingly blind in my eyes, full of vitality.