[Comprehensive] I have become a goddess or a goddess again

The thick blanket is spread on the marble slab, and it doesn't feel cold when you step on it with bare feet, you only feel a piece of soft fleece.

The white silk nightgown was embroidered with dark patterns, and the light came in through the gaps in the curtains, and flowed onto the silky robe, creating an undercurrent of light.

A slender, white hand penetrated into the gap and opened the dark curtain.All of a sudden, the sun rushed in and sprinkled on the body and the ground.

The water ripples in the lake green eyes, and the light ripples on the long golden hair.

The morning in April is always very misty, and the morning mist floats in the sun, covering the delicate flowers with dew.The faint fragrance of flowers mixed with the smell of green grass and earth surged in the air, poured into every crevice, and got into the closed room.

Lilacs and roses filled the garden, and vines and branches intertwined.

The man in the deacon uniform stood aside, seeing his master still standing by the French window and watching from afar, he took a few steps forward, stopped beside the master, put his right hand on his heart and said respectfully, "Master, what should I do?" rest."

Sensing the scent of flowers pouring in, Ito Misa closed her eyes.The originally warm morning sun shone on her body, but it was scorching hot, and the tingling sensation continued to come from the skin, which made her brain extremely clear-she was not a human being, but a vampire.

Putting down his hands, the sunlight was once again blocked by the dark curtains, leaving no gaps.The room was extremely dark, but the vision was extremely clear.

Looking sideways at the deacon standing aside, Ito Misa stretched her hand towards the man's neck, and slowly stroked the blood vessels.The lake-green eyes turned red, and the blood vessels hidden under the skin were clearly displayed in front of his eyes, and he could faintly see the warm blood flowing in them, completely different from the cold vampire.

"I'm hungry," she said.

After listening to the master's words, the deacon bowed his head obediently, bent slightly, and let the master's sharp fangs attach to the side of his neck.

Feeling the quiet beating pulse, the warm blood flowed from the heart, and the faint smell of blood spread in the quiet room.The man's face turned pale, and his lips became cold.Something colder was attached - it was a vampire's finger.

Caressing the deacon's lips, a drop of blood gushed out from between his fingers, gradually increased, and finally twisted into a dark red flowing thread, wrapped around his wrist, and spread down.

Knowing the master's intention, the deacon took out a delicate small porcelain bottle from his arms, intending to store the blood bestowed by the master in it.

Misa Ito stopped the deacon's movement, and directly sent her fingertips to the gap between her lips. The taste of rust instantly exploded in the deacon's mouth, which was too salty.

The smooth mirror surface reflects the appearance of the two cuddling each other. On the mirror table, entangled grape vines are engraved, full of fruits, people and snakes are entangled together, and angel wings cover them all.

Picking up the slender master and gently placing it on the big velvet bed, the deacon lowered his head and kissed the master's forehead.

"Thank you master for your gift, may you have a wonderful dream, my master."

Gently closing the simple door, the deacon left the master's room.The next moment, a black shadow appeared in the room, pressing on Ito Misa's body.

The slippery tongue licked away the remaining blood drops on the wrist, leaving water stains and ambiguous circles.

This was completely his unconscious action, the desire for blood is a vampire's instinct, even the cold blood of the same kind is no exception.

His head was already close to Ito Misa's neck, his sharp fangs were stretched out, and the shape of blood vessels reflected in his blood-red eyes, shining dimly in the dark.

Ito Misa did not stop the boy's behavior, but put one hand on the back of his head and pressed down, bringing the fangs closer to the neck, and slowly comforted the boy's back with the other hand, the lake green His eyes turned scarlet again.

The scent of blood drilled out from every pore and penetrated into the tip of the boy's nose.

"Come on, good boy, you don't need to suppress it... because... it's our instinct."

The sharp fangs were deeply buried in the young girl's tender and delicate neck. The young man greedily sucked the sweet blood, and the sound of swallowing could be heard in the empty room.

The ceiling is covered with gorgeous murals, the bat wings of Cain, the devil of hell, enveloped the blood-colored sky, and the gorgeous witch has an enchanting figure, with snakes entangled around her body.Their eyes were all staring at the person lying on the bed.

The senses are drowned in the sweet blood, the consciousness sinks in the abyss, and the body is completely driven by desire.

"Good boy, enough is enough, stop."

The hoarse and soft voice echoed in the room, with a kind of calming power.The arms on his back that kept soothing him didn't stop moving, and once and for all, warmth poured into the cold palms.

The boy's fangs have been put away, and the redness in his eyes faded away, returning to the same lake green color as the girl's.

Caressing Ito Misa's soft hair with his hand, the boy's consciousness has been awakened.

He said, "I'm going to kill you."

"I'm waiting...brother."

Same conversation as last time.

The vampire boy who was about to lose consciousness was lying in the middle of the snow field, a vague figure appeared beside him, and he fell into a cold embrace.

The scent of fresh blood lingers and entangles at the tip of the nose, until only the strong * is left.

I want blood, I want to pierce her neck fiercely, I want red to spread on the snow and dye the world red.The sweetness of blood spread in the mouth, and the reason has long been out of control.

"I'm going to kill you." Obviously he hated blood so much, but he couldn't control his desire.It was this woman... who sent the blood in front of him.

This was the first mouthful of blood he drank after becoming a vampire.It also made him understand-everything can't go back.

"I'm waiting...brother." He will remember this woman's voice for the rest of his life, until the day he kills her.He will let her be buried in the grave forever, turned into gravel, and disappeared from this world.

The boy had already left, leaving Misa Ito alone on the bed.

Staring at the mural on the ceiling, touching the healed wound on her neck with her fingers, and stroking lightly, Misa Ito chuckled.

"Bite really hard"

She is a vampire, as long as the heart and head are not injured, multiple injuries will heal quickly.

Wipe away the blood overflowing from the neck with his fingers, put it to his mouth, and roll all the fishy-sweet liquid into his mouth with his tongue.

"You are obviously a vampire by birth, but you want to escape the temptation of blood...how... naive..."

Her younger brother, Ito Chiwa, was born and brought up in a human family.The family fortune teller temporarily sealed his vampire instinct when he was born, and he would turn back into a vampire when he was ten years old.

The day he broke the seal was also the day he was abandoned and betrayed.It is also the day when 'parents' die.

The person who has been raised for ten years wants to pierce the heart with a hunter's weapon, this taste of despair.

The so-called 'parents' are nothing but servants arranged by the family.

This is also part of the patriarch's cultivation - hatred for humans.

The more Ito Chiwa loved his 'parents' at the beginning, the more he hated humans.

But their real father, who is the current head of the Ito family, missed one point-Ito Chiwa's hatred is not only for humans, but also for vampires.

He even kept rejecting his instincts, wanting to curb his blood-sucking desire.

Sitting up, the nightgown slipped on her body, Misa Ito walked to the window again, opened a gap, and looked outside.

Stretching out his hand, the sun shines on the palm of his hand, light and shadow float, and there is an unstoppable smile flowing in the lake green eyes.

"... Chiwa Ito... What a lovely little brother."

"I'm going to kill you" is the most romantic confession for a vampire...

The lover's hand penetrates your heart, the long life ends at this moment, the gravel flows through the fingers and gradually dissipates in the wind, the years are quiet, and this moment is eternity.