Victor remained silent for a few seconds after Charlotte’s request, clearly pondering whether this was really a good idea or just another absurd situation piling up that day. In the end, however, he only let out a tired sigh, like someone who had long since accepted that logic had left.

"Okay... whatever," he murmured.

Without ceremony, he extended his arm toward Natasha, slightly twisting his wrist to make it easier, as if it were something completely normal—which it definitely wasn’t.

Natasha, on the other hand, froze instantly.

Her gaze went from his arm to his face, then to Charlotte, and then to Serafall, as if she were waiting for someone to say it was a joke.

"I’m not going to do it," she said immediately, crossing her arms instinctively, even though she was still visibly affected by what had happened before. "I didn’t run halfway around the world to become... this."

Victor shrugged.

"Great, one less problem for me," she replied, already starting to lower her arm.

But Serafall didn’t seem interested in letting it go at that.

Without warning, she simply raised her hand and placed it directly on top of Natasha’s head.

Natasha didn’t even have time to react.

"—Hey, what are you—"

The sentence died in the middle.

Because Serafall simply lifted her by the head.

As if it were nothing.

Natasha’s body rose along with it, completely unbalanced for a second, her feet leaving the ground as she was pulled forward with zero ceremony.

"Open your mouth," said Serafall, completely calm, already pushing her towards Victor’s arm.

"I’m not a—!"

Too late.

The movement was direct.

Natasha ended up being practically positioned against his arm by force, and in reflex—mixed with that absurd thirst that still burned inside her—she bit.

The contact happened. And in the next instant—

Everything changed.

Her body froze completely.

Her eyes widened almost immediately, her pupils dilating as if something had passed through her entire system all at once. Her fingers twitched, her whole body reacting as if a surge had passed through every nerve at the same time.

She let out a low sound.

Involuntary.

Her face flushed.

And it wasn’t a little.

It was intense, quick, rising up her neck to her cheeks in a matter of seconds, her whole body visibly trembling while she was still stuck there, biting his arm.

Victor realized immediately that something was very wrong.

"—Okay, what’s happening now?" he asked, looking down, clearly confused.

Natasha didn’t answer.

Because at that moment, she simply... couldn’t.

Her body trembled once more, more strongly, her eyes blurring for a brief moment as the reaction peaked.

Charlotte observed everything with absolute attention.

Her gaze quickly lowered, analyzing not only Natasha’s face, but her posture, her breathing, her entire bodily reaction.

And then she spoke.

Completely calm.

"I think she had an orgasm."

The silence that followed was immediate.

Victor blinked.

Once.

"...She what?"

Serafall turned her face away immediately, looking at Charlotte as if she had heard something completely absurd.

"What do you mean she... literally came?" she questioned, without any filter.

Charlotte shrugged, still analyzing, completely calm.

"Physiological reaction," she explained. "Her body received an extremely intense stimulus, consistent with a peak neurological response. When this happens, the organism can reach a state of climax."

Rakshasa, who had been observing everything with increasing attention, tilted her head slightly.

"What is an orgasm?" she asked, genuinely curious.

Charlotte opened her mouth to answer.

But Victor was quicker.

"She squirted," he said dryly, looking straight ahead like someone who had already given up trying to maintain any semblance of normalcy in that situation. The floor was wet.

The silence that fell after Victor’s words wasn’t just heavy—it was almost surreal. His curt comment, followed by the not-so-discreet visual observation on the floor, left the entire room in a strange state of disbelief, denial, and a slight collective despair.

Natasha was still there.

Standing still.

Or... almost.

Her body began to gradually lose tension, as if her muscles simply couldn’t sustain what had just happened. Her eyes, which had been wide open, now trembled slightly, her focus completely unstable. Her breathing was irregular, shallow, as if her body was trying to return to a normal state and simply didn’t know how.

Her face was still extremely red.

And then—

She made a completely unbalanced expression.

It wasn’t controlled, nor dignified, nor even close to the rigid posture she always maintained. It was a total breakdown. Her eyes lost focus completely for an instant, her mouth slightly open uncontrollably, as if her brain had simply short-circuited for a few seconds.

Victor looked.

He blinked.

And slowly turned his face to the side.

"...I don’t know how to deal with this," he murmured, more to himself than to anyone else.

Charlotte, on the other hand, was fascinated.

She leaned slightly forward, analyzing every detail with almost absurd attention, as if she were facing a rare phenomenon she couldn’t let pass.

"Incredible," she murmured softly. "Completely out-of-the-ordinary neurological response..."

Serafall didn’t share the same enthusiasm.

She ran a hand slowly over her face, clearly trying to maintain her sanity while observing Natasha in that completely disoriented state.

"I refuse to accept that this is real," she said, in a low but weary tone.

Rakshasa, on the other hand, watched with slightly narrowed eyes, clearly trying to understand exactly what had just happened. Her curiosity hadn’t disappeared, but now it was mixed with something more... competitive.

Natasha didn’t have time to recover.

Because in the next instant—

Her legs simply gave way.

Her body completely lost strength, tilting forward before falling without any resistance. If Victor hadn’t been so close, she probably would have hit the ground directly, but even so, the impact was clumsy, her body tumbling heavily, completely unconscious.

Silence.

Again.

Everyone looked at her.

For a few seconds.

Without anyone saying absolutely anything.

Victor was the first to break down.

"...She died?" he asked, with a frightening nonchalance.

"No," Charlotte replied immediately, already crouching beside Natasha to check. "She just lost consciousness. Her system probably overloaded."

Serafall let out a long sigh.

Tired.

Very tired.

She took a few steps forward, looking at Natasha lying on the floor, then at Victor, then at Charlotte, and finally at Rakshasa.

And then she decided.

"Okay," she said simply. "That’s enough."

She crossed her arms for a moment, as if organizing her thoughts, before letting out another sigh.

"It seems best if we take her inside and observe the situation," she continued, in a more practical tone now. "This has been completely out of control for a long time."

She paused briefly, glancing briefly at the unconscious Natasha.

"...There are still two months until the day of the ritual," she added, lower but firm.

Charlotte nodded slightly, still assessing Natasha’s condition.

"I agree. This definitely needs to be monitored. Her reaction to his blood isn’t stable... yet."

Victor looked at Natasha on the floor.

Then at his own arm.

Then at the rest of the group.

"...I just wanted to train," he repeated, defeated.

Rakshasa crossed his arms, still looking at Natasha, but now with a slight trace of irritation mixed with curiosity.

"She fainted because of that," he murmured. "Ridiculous."

But even so, he didn’t look away.

Because, deep down— ’I want to drink his blood... is it so good that she fainted? I want to feel it!’