Vampire Overlord's Harem In The Apocalypse-Chapter 42: Blood... (II)

The hunger was overwhelming. It wasn’t the kind of hunger Simon had known before — the gnawing, deep need for food that could be soothed with a simple meal.

No, this hunger was something far darker, more insidious. It clawed at him from the inside out, dragging his mind into chaos.

It was like his body was being starved, even though he had just eaten a pack of potato chips.

It was an insatiable need that could never truly be satisfied, no matter what he did. Unless... he took blood.

His stomach twisted painfully as the overwhelming craving coursed through him. The world around him felt blurry, distant, like he was watching everything through a fog.

His vision was clouded, his thoughts scrambled as his body screamed for blood.

’Just a little bit,’ his mind whispered, ’just enough to make the ache go away.’

But he knew better. It was more than just a taste. It was an urge that could consume him entirely. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Simon gritted his teeth and fought it, but the battle was becoming harder with each passing second.

The sensation, the sharp, intense longing — it was driving him to the brink of madness. His grip on the steering wheel tightened as he maneuvered the car into the driveway of the mansion.

His hands trembled, his breathing shallow as he brought the car to a stop.

Bethany opened the door and stepped out, completely unaware of the internal storm raging inside Simon.

As he tried to follow her, his legs gave out beneath him. His vision blurred, and for a moment, everything felt like it was spinning out of control.

He hit the ground hard, gasping for air, but it was more than just the physical shock. The hunger was too much. He couldn’t hold on any longer.

The System had given him twenty-four hours. Twenty-four hours to feed, it had said. But now, with every passing second, it felt like he would shatter long before that time was up.

He could feel his mind fraying, slipping further and further away from the edge of control. It was like a fuse had been lit, and there was no way to extinguish it.

Somehow, he managed to push himself to his feet, each movement feeling like a struggle against his own body.

His vision was swimming, and his head throbbed with the sharp, incessant need. He needed to explain. He needed to warn Bethany.

But the hunger surged again, louder now, overpowering his thoughts. His body was betraying him.

Bethany, who had been walking ahead of him, seemed unaware of the internal battle Simon was fighting.

But he couldn’t keep his distance anymore. He couldn’t think straight. He found himself walking toward her, his eyes fixated on her figure. She had curves in all the right places, the pale green of her skin contrasting beautifully against the dull surroundings.

But it wasn’t just her appearance — no, it was the blood beneath that smooth skin, the pulse that beckoned to him.

Simon’s eyes locked onto her, now glowing a deep crimson, brighter than ever before.

It was as if the hunger had transformed him, making everything in his vision sharper, more vivid.

His gaze was drawn to her neck, where the pulse beat strong, steady, and inviting.

He stood behind her now, barely able to control himself.

Bethany turned, and her eyes widened as she saw the crimson glow in his gaze.

She froze for a moment, a flicker of confusion crossing her face, but Simon was already too far gone.

His hunger had taken over, and there was no turning back.

Before she could react, Simon leaned in close, his lips grazing her neck. The warmth of her skin against his mouth made him shiver, and he couldn’t stop himself.

He licked her skin, a low, almost primal sound escaping him. The touch sent a strange, almost electric shiver down her spine.

She could feel it — feel the tension, the power behind the simple act.

It was strange, but it was also... intoxicating. Her breath hitched, a soft gasp escaping her lips.

And then, Simon’s fangs grew. They elongated, sharp as daggers, as his control completely shattered. He lowered his head, his breath warm against her skin, before sinking his fangs into her neck.

The sharp pain of the bite was quickly followed by an overwhelming rush of pleasure — so strong it stole the breath from her lungs. Her body tensed, and she gasped, a mixture of shock and something else coursing through her.

She felt the warmth of her blood being pulled from her body, Simon’s presence dominating her every sensation.

The world around her seemed to disappear. There was nothing but the sensation of Simon’s bite and the rush of blood leaving her body.

She couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. Her mind was clouded, her body tingling, both in fear and something deeper. But she couldn’t deny that there was something oddly... intoxicating about it all.

It was a strange, dangerous dance, a connection forged by blood and hunger.

Simon continued to feed, his body trembling with the intensity of the need.

The hunger inside him was insatiable, and even as he drank, it never fully dissipated.

It was never enough. His fangs dug deeper, his grip on her tightening as he drank greedily.

But even in the haze of hunger, a part of him — some small, lingering part of Simon — felt a pang of guilt. He was aware of what he was doing, of how far he had gone. But he couldn’t stop. Not now.

As Simon continued to drink, the world seemed to slow around him.

The sensations flooded him — warmth, blood, the pulse of life itself — but it was all so fleeting, so short-lived.

He felt as though he was caught between two worlds — his humanity, and the vampire he had become.

Finally, when his thirst was momentarily sated, he pulled away from Bethany’s neck, his fangs retracting.

His breath came in ragged gasps, his mind still reeling from the intensity of the hunger. He looked at her, his crimson eyes meeting hers.

She was pale, her breathing shallow, but she was alive — alive and trembling in his arms.

Simon staggered back, his mind whirling as he tried to regain some semblance of control. The hunger was still there, a gnawing ache in the pit of his stomach, but for the moment, it had been dulled.

"Do that again..." Bethany said, her face red with... lust.