Chapter: Between Sylvia's Fangs
I woke up to a light prick on my cheek.
Something warm… moist… followed by gentle pressure.
I slowly opened my eyes, only to find Sylvia above me, her lips touching my cheek, gently sinking her fangs into my skin as if she were savoring the bite more than any candy she'd ever tasted.
"W-What are you doing…?" I muttered, my face burning with heat.
She smiled, that crooked smile of hers, brimming with arrogance and mischief all at once. Then she whispered near my ear:
"Don't you see… I'm eating my chocolate bar."
I didn't know whether that was an excuse… or a veiled threat of more to come.
She sat firmly atop me, as if asserting total control over the situation. Her long hair cascaded over my face, and her strange scent filled my nose… It wasn't a normal perfume. Something between wildflowers and ash. It was intoxicating… overwhelming.
"S-Sylvia, stop, this isn't normal behavior!" I said with a trembling voice, trying to squirm away, but her strong hands gripped my wrists and pinned them above my head.
"Oh?" she said, tilting her face slightly. "I don't think anything is abnormal here, do you?"
I mumbled something unintelligible as she leaned closer. She kissed my other cheek, a soft kiss… followed by a gentle bite and a faint chuckle.
"You're incredibly fun when you're nervous," she said, her eyes gleaming with a color I'd never seen before — a mixture of deep blue and pure gold.
"Y-You're really insane…"
"Maybe. But you don't look like you mind, do you?" she said, brushing her fingers along my face before resting her forehead against mine. Her hot breath touched my lips.
Then suddenly… she kissed me.
A long, deep kiss, with no hesitation or retreat. Her lips were soft… but she pressed them with dominance. It wasn't just a kiss… it was a declaration of control.
I felt a heat explode in my chest, like all the air had left my lungs in an instant.
When we finally pulled apart, I was barely breathing. She looked at me, panting slightly, her face more flushed than usual.
"This… I don't think I'll ever get enough of this chocolate," she said with a mischievous smile.
"Someone save me…" I muttered, though with no real intent to resist. The truth… was that I didn't mind, even though I should have.
Sylvia lay down beside me on the couch, then pulled me into her like I was her personal pillow.
"You know? This room is wonderful… especially when I own everything in it — including you."
"Am I… something you own now?" I asked hesitantly.
"Of course." She replied without hesitation, then suddenly bit my earlobe, making me yelp and squirm.
"S-Sylvia!"
"Shhh, don't raise your voice. The walls are thin," she said, laughing as she dug her fingers into my cheeks and tugged them gently, as if expressing her love in her own strange way.
We spent our time like that; between kisses and playful bites and quiet laughter, as if the world had vanished around us and all that remained was the couch, her scent, and the sound of her breath in my ear.
I… was in big trouble.
I thought what just happened was the peak of madness…
But it seemed Sylvia had only just begun.
She was still cuddling me on the couch, her head resting on my shoulder, the sound of her breath syncing with my rapidly beating heart. Suddenly, she lifted her head and looked at me with that look… the kind of look that felt like a soft fire slowly melting me.
She placed her hand on my cheek, touching me gently as if I were fragile, then whispered in a low but sharp voice:
"Have I ever told you… how beautiful you are?"
I blinked, flustered, unable to reply.
"I mean it. Your pitch-black hair… it's like the night itself hid in your strands." she said as she ran her fingers slowly through my hair, caressing it with a tenderness more flustering than a thousand kisses.
Then she leaned in closer, her eyes glowing deeply… and said:
"And your eyes… those red rubies… how can something that beautiful exist?"
She kissed my eyelids gently, as if in admiration, not mere desire.
Her hand then slid to my cheeks, then to my lips…
"Your lips…" she murmured before kissing them again — longer than before, less aggressive… but warmer. "So soft, so pink, like they were made to be kissed… over and over."
My breaths were growing shallow, and my tongue felt dry as her other hand slowly moved along my neck, gliding lower until it rested on my waist.
"And your waist…" she smiled, that smile that always hinted at looming madness. "So slim… I could wrap both hands around it easily. Do you know how rare it is for someone like you to have a body like this?"
I should've felt embarrassed… but with Sylvia, logic had no space. Her grip on me was total… absolute.
Suddenly, her hand slid to my thighs.
"Your thighs…" she muttered, her eyes scanning me like a hunter who'd found her treasured prey. "So pale, so perfectly shaped. How could you hide this beauty under normal clothes? It's a crime against the world."
I felt every drop of blood in my body rush to my face, my temperature rising to an unbearable level.
"S-Sylvia… this is too much…" I mumbled, covering my face with both hands, trying to survive the flood of her words.
But she gently pulled my hands away, looking at me again, this time without playfulness — just honesty, and something else… raw desire.
"I just don't want anything in this world to see you but me." she whispered, "Every part of you feels like it was made just for me. Even the way you blush… it drives me wild."
Then she planted a long kiss on my forehead, as if freezing time in that moment.
"Stay with me… don't go anywhere. Don't belong to anyone else." she murmured, her voice trembling.
When I looked into her eyes at that moment, I felt something deep stir within me… something I couldn't name, but it felt more dangerous than any of her previous words.
End of Chapter
We've officially completed the first season of the novel, so I'll be taking a break to work on improving the next season and preparing the upcoming chapters
. It might take seven or eight days — maybe less — but thank you to everyone who supported me until now.