nothing more than by-products.
A vampire’s urge to drink blood was triggered mainly by sexual arousal. In other words, by
lust
.
A fierce impatience. Oppression that felt like it was tearing your bodyapart. Thinking of someone, you felt like you couldn’t just stand still any longer. Then, suddenly, you attacked without warning.
To escape from that suffering, many vampires in the past, unable to control themselves, attacked whoever was nearest them, sometimes even their own loved ones.
But conversely, one could still say that it was merely sexual arousal.
“Shit… Gimme a break.”
Kojou groaned as he felt a dull pain inside his nose. The taste of metallic blood spread within his mouth. The urge to drink would not continue for long. A little surprise or fear could be enough to make it vanish; once it did, even he wouldn’t understand why he’d suffered so much.
In Kojou’s case, the solution was bleeding from the nose.
In other words, as he’d simply come to love the taste of blood, there was no problem if it was his own blood he tasted. When he was aroused, his nose bled—perhaps because happened to have that predisposition, it always returned Kojou to his senses when assailed by the urge to drink blood.
As Kojou wiped away the trickling blood flowing out of his nose, he made a tedious sigh.
It was good it’d passed without causing trouble for anyone else, but the problem with this predisposition was that it looked
very
uncool. A human being unaware of his circumstances watching Kojou just now would have simply seen a boy who sniffed the scent of a girl from her wallet and suddenly had blood spurt out of his nose. Most would think him a simple pervert.
The form of a female student wearing a uniform entered the corner of his warped field of vision. Kojou became intensely nervous.
Here in the junior high school section corridor, there was no place to hide, and his nosebleed had not yet stopped.
The approaching female student came, stopped, and stood behind Kojou, who still had his knees locked. The girl exhaled calmly.
“To think, aroused by sniffing the scent of a girl from her wallet. You are a dangerous individual indeed.”
So said the familiar-sounding voice.
“…Wha?!”
The girl standing behind Kojou bore a guitar case on her back over her schoolgirl uniform. She was a female junior high schooler with somewhat adult looks, but she looked over Kojou with scornful eyes.
“Yukina… Himeragi?”
In shock, Kojou called her by name. He wondered for a moment if this was a hallucination caused by the urge to drink blood. However, Yukina asked back in a cold tone, her expression never changing:
“Yes, what is it?”
Kojou made an even more relieved expression.
He’d suddenly realized the urge to drink blood had completely vanished. Perhaps it was due to his heavy surprise. His nosebleed had stopped, too. Confirming that his extended canine teeth had subsided to their normal length, Kojou lowered the hand he’d covered his mouth with.
“What are you doing here?”
“I think I should be asking that, Akatsuki-senpai. This is the middle school section of campus, isn’t it?”
“Er…”
When the younger girl calmly pointed it out, Kojou had no rebuttal.
Yukina made an exasperated sigh and pointed to what Kojou held in his hand.
“That’s
my
wallet, isn’t it?”
“Y-yeah. Right, I came to get this back to you. They said Ms. Sasasaki was off for the day, though.”
When Yukina held a pocket tissue out to him, Kojou wiped his nosebleed with it, nodding in grateful acceptance. Yukina fell silent as if determining the truth or falsehood of Kojou’s explanation.
“Did sniffing that scent arouse you enough to make your nose bleed?”
“It’s not like I was turned on by the scent of the wallet. Just, I remembered about you from yesterday—”
Kojou’s words made Yukina’s voice slip in a bewildered-sounding “Huh?” For a moment, she stiffened as if she were a
A vampire’s urge to drink blood was triggered mainly by sexual arousal. In other words, by
lust
.
A fierce impatience. Oppression that felt like it was tearing your bodyapart. Thinking of someone, you felt like you couldn’t just stand still any longer. Then, suddenly, you attacked without warning.
To escape from that suffering, many vampires in the past, unable to control themselves, attacked whoever was nearest them, sometimes even their own loved ones.
But conversely, one could still say that it was merely sexual arousal.
“Shit… Gimme a break.”
Kojou groaned as he felt a dull pain inside his nose. The taste of metallic blood spread within his mouth. The urge to drink would not continue for long. A little surprise or fear could be enough to make it vanish; once it did, even he wouldn’t understand why he’d suffered so much.
In Kojou’s case, the solution was bleeding from the nose.
In other words, as he’d simply come to love the taste of blood, there was no problem if it was his own blood he tasted. When he was aroused, his nose bled—perhaps because happened to have that predisposition, it always returned Kojou to his senses when assailed by the urge to drink blood.
As Kojou wiped away the trickling blood flowing out of his nose, he made a tedious sigh.
It was good it’d passed without causing trouble for anyone else, but the problem with this predisposition was that it looked
very
uncool. A human being unaware of his circumstances watching Kojou just now would have simply seen a boy who sniffed the scent of a girl from her wallet and suddenly had blood spurt out of his nose. Most would think him a simple pervert.
The form of a female student wearing a uniform entered the corner of his warped field of vision. Kojou became intensely nervous.
Here in the junior high school section corridor, there was no place to hide, and his nosebleed had not yet stopped.
The approaching female student came, stopped, and stood behind Kojou, who still had his knees locked. The girl exhaled calmly.
“To think, aroused by sniffing the scent of a girl from her wallet. You are a dangerous individual indeed.”
So said the familiar-sounding voice.
“…Wha?!”
The girl standing behind Kojou bore a guitar case on her back over her schoolgirl uniform. She was a female junior high schooler with somewhat adult looks, but she looked over Kojou with scornful eyes.
“Yukina… Himeragi?”
In shock, Kojou called her by name. He wondered for a moment if this was a hallucination caused by the urge to drink blood. However, Yukina asked back in a cold tone, her expression never changing:
“Yes, what is it?”
Kojou made an even more relieved expression.
He’d suddenly realized the urge to drink blood had completely vanished. Perhaps it was due to his heavy surprise. His nosebleed had stopped, too. Confirming that his extended canine teeth had subsided to their normal length, Kojou lowered the hand he’d covered his mouth with.
“What are you doing here?”
“I think I should be asking that, Akatsuki-senpai. This is the middle school section of campus, isn’t it?”
“Er…”
When the younger girl calmly pointed it out, Kojou had no rebuttal.
Yukina made an exasperated sigh and pointed to what Kojou held in his hand.
“That’s
my
wallet, isn’t it?”
“Y-yeah. Right, I came to get this back to you. They said Ms. Sasasaki was off for the day, though.”
When Yukina held a pocket tissue out to him, Kojou wiped his nosebleed with it, nodding in grateful acceptance. Yukina fell silent as if determining the truth or falsehood of Kojou’s explanation.
“Did sniffing that scent arouse you enough to make your nose bleed?”
“It’s not like I was turned on by the scent of the wallet. Just, I remembered about you from yesterday—”
Kojou’s words made Yukina’s voice slip in a bewildered-sounding “Huh?” For a moment, she stiffened as if she were a
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