My Master Is A Tsundere Chapter 39
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Unlike Floriana Sabina who was used to squandering her things due to her high cultivation stage, Rant Valo was much more miserly. His life was not one of luxury so he tends to value expensive stuff more.
"Hmph!"
Floriana Sabina snorted at Rant Valo. She really didn't know what to say to her disciple! She fed him a pill that healed his broken bones but all he did was complain and complain and complain!
It was just a Grade 7 pill!
"Veia!"
Rant Valo was reminded of Veia's presence. He smelled her usual intoxicating fragrance and couldn't help but relax. Compared to the always fiery Floriana Sabina, someone like Veia is really a huge contrast.
"Master, hehehe…"
There was drool leaking from Veia's mouth as she looked at Rant Valo. She was very eager to drink her Master Energy Drink once again. To savor her master's blood every day is her dream! If it was possible, she would like to drink it every minute…
"Do you want to drink my blood again?"
Rant Valo's tone was gentle as he asked Veia. He was more willing to spoil her compared to Floriana Sabina who would surely only grow smug when spoiled.
"Yes!"
Veia happily smiled at Rant Valo. She can finally drink her master's blood again!
Rant Valo pulled the knife on his waist and prepared to cut his wrist again.
"Wait, master! I have fangs now!"
Veia stopped Rant Valo before he could continue. She already regrew her fangs recently so having Rant Valo cut his wrist is pointless. Rather, having her bite into his neck was more pleasurable for Veia.
"Woah! That was fast!"
Rant Valo was amazed when he saw her fully grown fangs. It looked exactly the same as before.
"Yes, Master! I grew another pair of fangs when you went unconscious. It took 3 days though…"
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Veia explained in lament. If it grew in one day then she would have been able to drink her master's blood the next day. Having her hibernate for 3 days just to grow her fangs is really inefficient.
"That explains it."
Rant Valo nodded his head in understanding. Vampires are really amazing people.
"Now, master…"
Veia's eyes glowed with excitement as she approached Rant Valo slowly.
Rant Valo tilted his head sideways. It gave Veia the opening so she could bite into his neck much more efficiently.
"Ahhmu."
Veia's new fangs bit into Rant Valo's soft flesh. His blood happily gushed out of the two holes Veia made. It flowed into her stomach and made her body squirm in pleasure.
Rant Valo on the other hand was also feeling a surreal pleasure from Veia drinking his blood. It was one of the side effects of having a half-succubus drink your blood. Normally, having a vampire drink your blood is a very painful process.
This was one of the reasons why Rant Valo became very willing to have Veia drink his blood. His blood can regenerate anyways.
A few minutes later, Veia finally stopped. Red blood leaked from her mouth as she moved away from Rant Valo's neck.
The wound on Rant Valo's neck quickly healed in the blink of an eye. Veia used her fingers to savor the droplet of blood that leaked from her mouth.
"Puahhh~"
Veia let out a breath of satisfaction. Her master's blood is even more delicious today. It was a faint difference but with her tongue's sensitivity to blood, she managed to detect it.
"Master you taste different today."
"I do? I reached the 1st Mana Condensation stage just recently."
Rant Valo was puzzled at first but quickly came to a realization. He just reached the 1st Mana Condensation stage so it might have made a difference in the composition of his blood.
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"Wow… Master, does that mean that you'll get tastier if you advance in cultivation stages??"
There was some excitement in Veia's voice as she imagined the sheer possibility of Rant Valo's blood tasting better and better. Her mouth unconsciously watered when she imagined what her master's blood would taste like if he reached the Foundation Establishment stage.
"I guess so?"
Rant Valo felt awkward when he saw the excitement in Veia's face. She was looking at him like some food.
"Ah… Did I offend you, Master?"
Veia noticed Rant Valo's awkwardness and the tinge of trepidation hidden within his eyes. She realized that she may have said something wrong.
"It's nothing, Veia. I'm just tired."
Rant Valo was reminded that the girl in front of him is actually a Demon. He reminded himself to be careful when around her in the future. He doesn't know what will happen if she suddenly decides to suck him dry.
"Anyways, Master… wanna do it?"
Veia pulled her cloak upwards and slowly revealed her slender legs. She made sure that it was done under the shadow of the tree. There was a seductive glow in her eyes as she looked at Rant Valo invitingly.
Rant Valo gulped when he saw her inviting him. His manly instincts started to run in overdrive and his breathing became haggard.
He closed his eyes and the image of Veia revealing her slender legs and the abyss that was located above it that was her flower. Then the image of Zaria's holy image appeared beside it.
Suddenly, a furious expression appeared in Zaria's face and she attacked the image of Veia in Rant Valo's mind with an illusory holy sword.
CRACK
The image of Veia cracked like broken glass. The fissures were spreading slowly.
The face of Zaria became concentrated and she swung the holy sword again. When it hit the image it finally shattered into broken fragments of glass.
The shards of glass faded away and Rant Valo's mind was put in peace once again.
When Rant Valo opened his eyes, it was a serene calm. Veia was stumped once again when she saw the pure eyes of Rant Valo. Her lust died down when she saw that.
"Veia, don't do that again. I don't want to do it with someone that I don't love. Even if it meant that I will not lose my virginity forever!"
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