Sarushima Yuuna

The intoxicating scent of her shampoo filled Okumura's nostrils, clouding his mind. It was so overpowering, he felt like his brain might melt. Her damp skin, flushed a deep red, was so close he could feel the warmth radiating from her. Her hot breaths came in short, heavy pants, each one brushing against his face, leaving him dazed.

Suddenly, reality crashed down on him—he'd crossed a line. Okumura jolted back, putting space between himself and Sarushima, panic seizing him.

"S-Sorry, Pres...!" Okumura stammered, flustered and wide-eyed. "I-I didn't mean to!"

"Oh?" Her lips curled into a sly smile. "So, you're the type who pushes a woman down when she asks for sex, even if you don't want it? You're easily seduced, Okumura-kun." Her voice was smooth, taunting. "But did you think I'd just stay down after you pushed me?"

Before he could react, she shoved him back, and suddenly, Okumura found himself pinned beneath her.

"You're such a bad boy, Okumura-kun." Her eyes bore into his as she straddled him, her tone teasing but sharp. "You push me down, then you apologize and claim it was an accident? I wanted to be pushed down, you know?" Her heart raced beneath her composed exterior, each beat echoing through her. This was the first time in over a century that she'd felt anything like this.

Sarushima was a vampire, a direct descendant of the vampire king, Vlad III, and a candidate to become a vampire queen. Despite being the youngest among the candidates, she was far from a child—she was turning 108 this year. As the leader of the Sarushima clan, she held dominion over this area, including the school, protecting it from angels, fallen angels, demon hunters, and any other threats to demonkind.

Vampires had... certain inclinations when it came to their victims. They had a tendency to be rough, a kind of instinct unique to their kind. It wasn't about black-and-blue fetishism or anything like that—it was just how they were wired.

For Yuuna, this inclination ran even deeper. As a direct descendant of Vlad III, her tendencies were extreme. Yet, this was the first time she'd ever felt the urge to direct them toward a human.

I want to rip him apart and drain him dry, she thought, a bit of drool escaping her lips before she licked it away. He's so cute. Oh my. Why do I feel this way? I want to cage him. I want to chain him. I want him as my possession. I want him. I want him. I want him.

Her thoughts churned with dangerous desires.

No, I can't. I can't kill the child of the anti-prophecy. I can't kill the one weapon that could help us defeat heaven. Why? Why did it have to be you that became the child of the anti-prophecy? I want to drink your blood so badly.

As a child of the anti-prophecy, Sarushima knew she couldn't kill him—not that she particularly wanted to kill him. She had a different plan. She wanted to keep him... inside her.

"Hm?"

She felt something beneath her, pressing up against her. Sitting directly on top of Okumura's crotch, she couldn't ignore the hard bulge pushing against her.

"Oh my..." Sarushima smirked, her hidden fangs slipping out as if she no longer cared whether Okumura knew she was a vampire. "It looks like... even if you say no, your body is saying otherwise."

She leaned in closer, fingers starting to work on the buttons of his shirt. Okumura's heart pounded in his chest, panic mixing with a sensation he couldn't control. He struggled against her weight, but it was like pushing against a mountain—she was far too strong. What the hell? I can't move her!

"P-President, we can't!" he protested, desperation edging his voice.

"You're still saying that? Even though you're this hard?" Her hand snaked down to his crotch, rubbing his stiff member through his pants.

"I-It's just a normal phenomenon for boys! Please, don't touch it!" he pleaded, feeling heat rush to his face.

"Okumura-kun, what do I have to do to get you to do it with me?" she whispered, her breath brushing against his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

"I don't know! B-Besides, i-it's not like you actually like me, right? T-This is wrong!"

"But I love you," Sarushima said, her voice quivering as if she couldn't hold back anymore. "Isn't that enough?"

Okumura's mind froze. She loves me? He couldn't believe it. They'd just met—there was no way she could've fallen for him so quickly.

"You doubt it?" she asked, her voice playful, teasing. She didn't seem hurt by his disbelief. "How about I do this, then?"

With a swift motion, she unzipped his pants, and his dick sprang out, throbbing with need.

"Wha—!?"

Sarushima's hand wrapped around the base of his length, starting to stroke it with an almost casual rhythm.

"P-President...!" he gasped, his voice breaking.

"Shush, Okumura-kun. It's okay. I'm going to prove my love to you," she purred, her hand moving up and down his shaft, sending waves of pleasure through his body.

Okumura's vision blurred, and he swore he could see both heaven and hell at once. The sensation was overwhelming, too much for him to process. He knew this was wrong, but he couldn't stop her—she was far too strong, her grip unyielding.

"Oh... something sticky is covering my hand. Is it this thing's natural lubrication?" Sarushima mused, bringing her hand to her nose. "It smells... nice... It's my first time smelling a man. So this is how it smells, huh?" She licked her lips before grabbing his length again, resuming her slow, deliberate strokes.

"Hnnnn!" Okumura couldn't hold back a moan. Her touch, gentle but insistent, sent shivers racing up his spine as she worked his member, each stroke sending him closer to the edge.

Soon, he felt that familiar pressure building, a sensation he knew he shouldn't give in to.

I shouldn't cum! I shouldn't!

But Sarushima'snhand was too much. Her sly smile made it clear she knew exactly what she was doing, savoring his struggle as she continued to jerk him off.

His toes curled, and the tension in his body snapped. His cock throbbed as hot, thick streams of sperm spurted out like a white fountain, spilling over her hand.

Sarushima had jerked off and finished Okumura.