You are an office worker on your way home from work. The last train is about to leave, and you are in the middle of letting out a sigh of gloom, thinking that a crowded train is waiting for you, just for one last job.
You're not particularly busy, but you know even if you don't want to, that the same old routine is wearing you down.
Such were your days. It's the same thing over and over again. Another sigh as such a thought that can neither be described as boredom nor resignation leaks out.
Although you understand that working is like that, somewhere in your mind you were hoping for something extraordinary to break up such a routine.
Today, I'm still dilly-dallying with my tired mind. I was jokingly wondering if a story like the light novels I read as a student would ever come to me. Suddenly.
I'm stumped. Gentlemen, why are you bothering me so much? I'm not trying to be unreasonable.
The edge of the alleyway. At this time of the day, when people are just going home, you can hear the troubled voice of a cool girl, which is out of place in a back alley with few people.
If you listen carefully, there seems to be someone else in the room, and there seems to be an argument in the background. You tense up, wondering if something is wrong.
A voice too young to be called a woman and the sound of an altercation with what appeared to be a man of bad character. It was not a pleasant experience. It was not a good idea to get involved. It was not a good idea to get involved.
But perhaps it was the weariness of my brain caused by the unchanging routine, or perhaps it was because I somehow sensed the scent of the extraordinary in his voice that changed my daily routine.
If it looks dangerous, step aside. You can sneak back home. You thought so, but you let your foot go to the back alley where you could hear the voice.
Outdoor units and ducts extending from the surrounding buildings. You are walking down an alleyway, feeling the air a little damp.
The sound of the dispute seemed to get louder and louder as we went on. After a while, I found a girl just a little ahead of the corner, apparently just in front of it.
You reached the source of the voices. You sensed the presence of several other men in the back of the room, so you quietly observed from the corner to see what was going on.
I just want to go through there. It would be a nuisance if you guys were to pass me there, so I would appreciate it if you would step aside for a moment.
As I quietly peeked in, I saw a blonde girl with hair that looked foreign from the back of her head, speaking fluent Japanese, holding a shopping bag to her chest and looking troubled as she was surrounded by a group of ill-mannered men.
She's quite pretty, but does she live around here? The young girl sounds annoyed, but the young men with the bad pattern don't stop smiling at her, as if they are amused.
The girl seemed to be quite a beautiful girl, and although she was a bit young, her golden hair was tied in two bunches and swayed softly, and although it was hard to see from behind, her beautiful red hair, combined with her red mini-dress-like figure, which was colored in black with red lines, made her look so well-dressed that she could even be considered an expensive antique doll, depending on how you looked at her. She seemed to have the appearance of an expensive antique doll.
It is almost unpopular to disturb a little girl, but perhaps her appearance has aroused the men's curiosity.
It seems that it won't be long before your fears become reality as the smirks on the faces of the grinning men deepen.
You guys, maybe that's the way it's going. I'm not interested in that right now. I'm not interested in that kind of thing right now. It's annoying.
The girl mutters one word in disgust at the state of the men. The girl seemed not to mind the sting. If you turn a blind eye, what will happen to this girl? At the very least, it is certain that tomorrow's awakening will not be a pleasant one.
Perhaps it was the thought of such a situation that made you take a step into the alley. It wasn't that you wanted to help or that you felt you had to do something about it, but you couldn't leave it alone and your foot stepped forward on its own accord.
Footsteps echoed in the space where only the girl and the men were. The sudden appearance of the intruder drew the startled gazes of the girls and men.
I don't know how to help her. I think it's embarrassing for an elder to embarrass a girl. You squeeze Yuki and talk to her so as not to irritate her.
But the men approach menacingly over the girl. Hey you guys. No, I don't know that guy. Don't bother me and don't bother the good guys.
I don't want to move too much. Wait a minute, guys. As soon as the men approach you, they suddenly strike you, catching you off guard and causing you to fall over.
The girl stepped forward to cover you, but the men relentlessly grabbed the girl as well, causing the bag she was carrying to fall to the ground in reaction.
The girl's shopping bag, which had fallen to the floor, is slowly coated with a sound like the shattering of glass. A strange, reddish-black, iron-smelling liquid spreads slowly through the cracks in the bag, staining the asphalt.
You guys have gotten me into a lot of trouble. It was my first precious meal in days that wasn't a tired, bland alternative. How dare you?
The girl covered her face with her hands and looked sadly at the reddish-black stains that were spreading. Then she let out a loud sigh of deep lamentation and slowly turned her gaze to the men.
The eyes, which were only faintly visible earlier, were red and suspicious, and even in the dimly lit alleyway, you could surely see them shining like magical jewels, attracting people.
If I erased you guys, Hunter, the people I know would be very upset. It's too much trouble, so I won't do it. I won't.
They ruined all the fun we were having. Don't you think it's acceptable to take it out on them a little? Hey, guys.
The golden-haired girl with the suspiciously fluttering pale shining eyes giggles. And then, with a smile, she goes up. The sharp teeth, which are a little too big to be called canine teeth, are glistening with white light around her mouth.
I should also thank you for hurting the person who was probably trying to help me there. That's what a favor is all about. Okay, I've decided.
It's exhausting, but just a little bit. Let's give you a lesson in life. Hey, stray dogs.
The girl's smile deepens, showing her sharp canine teeth. You sense a change in her mood, and you feel the presence of men who seem somewhat frightened. Your vision, which had been wavering, reached its limit, and you let go of your consciousness.
I finally woke up. It's almost midnight now, though I say good morning. When you wake up, you find yourself in a strange bed.
The cool voice startled me and I looked over to see a blonde girl who was supposed to be in the alleyway earlier, watching you from a nearby chair, tilting her glass of red wine and observing you with interest, smiling lightly.
You see, since you had collapsed and had not regained consciousness, I thought it would be a bad idea to leave you in the back alley and bring you home.
How are you feeling? You've been nauseous, dizzy, and hitting your head. You don't think your memory is going to be suspect, do you?
Confused by the situation, you nod vaguely and raise yourself up, still feeling a little sore. Looking around again, you see a Western-style room furnished in an antique style reminiscent of a medieval aristocrat, and you realize that you have no recollection of this room.
I wonder where we are. And you, I believe, to those men in that alleyway, were you all right? Thanks for your concern. Yes, I did. Let me start by explaining one thing at a time.
This is my room. Or, to be more precise, I'm transferring space by attaching the space in my shadow to the room. Oh, that's all right.
Next, those men, I lightly implied. I'm sure they're in the middle of getting naked in front of the police right now and pressing me to hug them naked.
I feel bad for the police people, but let's just consider it one of the hardships of being a public servant there and let them do their job. Maybe the results will be seen as today's interesting news around noon tomorrow.
Implied? What do you mean? You couldn't hide your confusion at the abruptness of the words, but the girl didn't care about that and proudly puffed out her small chest.
If you only look at her demeanor, you would say that she is cute, but perhaps because of her mysterious self-confidence, her attitude gives you the strange impression that she is an old man playing a prank and having fun.
What are you? You ask her, your question growing more and more urgent. The girl is not mistaken, and her cheeks lift up in a smirk, showing off her too-sharp canine teeth.
Yes, it has. It's been a really long time since I've had someone try to help me. It's certainly the height of rudeness to not thank or say hello to a benefactor who was trying to help you.
Let me apologize. Then I apologize for the delay. Once again, thank you for earlier. It may not have been the result, but it was very nice to hear your sentiments. Thank you, human.
My name is Feuillet Rubie Bartley. Feel free to call me Fee. I'm what you might call a vampire.
With her hair blowing softly and her red jewel-like eyes shining mischievously, the girl vampire, Fee, smiled gently.
Well, about you, I think I hit you harder than I thought I did when I fell. I think you should rest for a while. Are you all right? I don't mind if you stay as you are.
You were puzzled by the unrealistic confession of a vampire, and when you touched your body to check it out, a great pain shot through your head.
When I touched it, I could see, though through the bandage, rather red blood on my fingertips. It was the edge I had picked up. I wouldn't mind if he went to this room to rest for a couple of days.
You, are you sure you're okay to work tomorrow or something like that? When I think back to what you said, tomorrow is not a vacation either.
He might be able to get permission to take a day off by going to the hospital for a checkup, but considering that it is now the middle of the night, the hassle of going to the hospital is just too much for him.
I see. It's hard work being a human being, especially in this day and age. Even resting is hard work. I see.
The vampire girl, Fee, puts her finger to her chin in thought as you fret over the situation. She does so for a moment, then glances at you and glances down at her canine teeth cutely.
Human. If you're worried, it means you'd like to go back to work tomorrow, wouldn't you? With that kind of wound, you'd be exhausted if you had to go to the hospital and go through all the procedures, even if you could take a day off.
So I have one suggestion, what do you think? Will you let me suck a little bit of your blood? When I suck your blood, a little bit of my blood will mix with yours and it will enhance your healing power.
Of course, I won't make the mistake of letting you die or turn my fellow vampires into vampires. It is only in the category of helping you, the human.
Fee smiles happily at you as she leans closer to you. You are still not convinced about the fantasy of vampirism itself, and when you make a move to refrain from suddenly being subjected to such an act of bloodsucking, the girl smiles at you again.
Am I putting you on alert? Rest assured. Basically, I don't intend to attack people. I've been alive for about 4,500 years.
There was a time when I used to be a little naughty, but I got tired of fighting, and now I'm not about to harm people or anything like that.
I am a vampire hunter, a status that allows me to live a peaceful life by cooperating with an organization that is on the side of you humans, so to speak.
The bottle those men broke was also an occasional luxury transfusion solution provided by hunters, a luxury I haven't had in a really long time.
As she approached you, Fee let out a small sigh, as if to say how sorry she was for the incident that had just occurred. Then she glanced at you with a small swing of her golden hair, and her smile tightened in anticipation.
That's why I don't intend to offend hunters by killing or harming people. It would destroy my precious peace.
But in exchange for the feast that your blood has become for me, how about a little blood to drink, a win-win situation for both of us?
It may sting only at the moment when the fangs enter, but I promise you that it won't make you uncomfortable, because I hear that humans feel good while being sucked.
How do you like it? Fee's face comes close to yours. And slowly to its neck. Then the feeling of thickening coating and the sound of wet water sounds and sways in front of you.
The fragrance as fragrant as a rose released from what looked like golden waves of silk tickled your nostrils. I promise I'm not here to hurt you, and I won't make you my friend by smoking too much.
So let me suck a little blood for my sake and yours. See? Human-kun.
The whisper of the devilishness that confuses and sweetens your ear like sweetly melting your ear, and as a final push, the hot tongue of the sad breath is entwined around your neck, and you find yourself shaking your head.
Okay, I'm going. Your cock is amazing. It's going to grind against my folds and my vagina. Here. There you go. Like I said, I'm going to drop my hips down so far that I can get all the way down to the base of your cock.
It's fine. Me if you'll join me at the hip. Vampires have a womb. I have a womb.
I was so excited when I saw your tongue on my tongue and it was so thick. Why did you start touching me there? You're an idiot. I'm trying to make you cum.
If you touch my fingers. It's painful. First of all, it's not easy for you to move around like that. Don't rub your fingers in my vagina.
You won't be able to ejaculate. But you still want to play with it? Does it turn you on that I'm feeling so good? You're really weird, you know that? Okay, I get it. You can do whatever you want, but I promise I'll let you do whatever you want.
Do you understand? The deepest part where you used to put me, minding my own business. I licked your semen and got excited.
The most important place a girl hides on her body that you licked and melted my pussy. Yours. Even though your hardened cock is violently fucking and flailing so wildly.
I'm a vampire. I'm a vampire. Can't you see that I'm happy like a female vampire?
This is the 10th audio work by Shikyodo - Roa. This is a contemporary version of the previous one!
As this is my 10th work, I went back to the beginning and was a little conscious of the first work.
You are tired of the daily toil and the unchanging routine of your life. Then, on my way home from work, I hear a swaggering voice and a cool girl's voice coming from the alleyway. You feel uneasy, but suddenly a small hope snatches at your heart that the worn days will change. ......
'Like a light novel I read a long time ago: ...... such an encounter and extraordinary'.
We hope you enjoy the atmosphere.
Again, all the erotic scenes are binaural! All erotic scenes are available without SE!
On the way home from work. You are a working salaryman. The last train was already near, and I was in the middle of letting out a sigh of gloom at the thought of a packed train waiting for me, where my skin would rub against each other as if it were my last job. You are not particularly busy, but you are aware even if you don't like it that the same routine of work is exhausting your spirit. ......
(It's the same thing over and over again. ......)
Another sigh leaks out as such boredom or resignation leaks out. ...... Although you understand that working is such a thing, you spend your days ...... hoping somewhere in the back of your mind that there will be an extraordinary day that will break such a routine.
Today, I'm still thinking vaguely in my tired head, jokingly wondering if a story like the light novels I read when I was a student would ever come to me, and then ...... suddenly I'm thinking.
I'm in trouble. ...... Hey, guys? Why are you guys bothering me so much? I'm not trying to be unreasonable. ......"
At this time of the day, when it seems that people are just going home, you can hear the troubled voice of a cool girl, which does not seem to fit the back alley, a place with few people. If you listened carefully, you could hear someone else in the room, and there seemed to be an argument going on.
You tense up and wonder what the trouble is.
A voice too young to be called a woman and the sound of an altercation with what appeared to be a man of bad character ...... did not sound pleasant by any stretch of the imagination. It is not a good idea to get involved ...... and that would be a natural decision.
But perhaps it is the fatigue of a brain worn out by the unchanging routine, Or is it because ...... somewhere in that voice I have sensed the scent of the extraordinary that changes the everyday.
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(If it looks dangerous, we can step aside ...... and sneak back home.)
Even as you thought so, you turned your feet to the alleyway where you heard that voice. ......
--this changes the unchanging days. Such is the story of ...... lewd, gentle, vampire encounters.
Chapter Titles **Part will be the part with eroticism.
01. A crowded place, a back alley, and a girl
02. Red eyes gleam in the twilight
03. Strange ceiling
04. Blood sucking and your drops mixed with wine ♪ (binaural + hand job + cum drinking scene)
05. Your bodily fluids for vampire's taste ♪ (binaural + cowgirl scene)
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