My crush turned out to be a vampire

Chapter 1

Irene experiences a shocking revelation for the first time in her life - humans can actually be consumed as food. This realization comes about when she encounters a vampire, who is powerful, incredibly attractive, and unaffected by sunlight and garlic.

Now, Irene finds herself trapped in a vampire estate, where she is intended to serve as a special blood meal. Thankfully, these particular vampires take pride in their refined tastes and instead of immediately biting her, they opt to extract her plasma and transfer it into a delicate crystal goblet.

Irene feels like a high-end beverage, with her self-awareness heightened to the level of an expensive drink. The process of having over a thousand milliliters of her blood extracted leaves her feeling dizzy and with a rapidly beating heart.

There seems to be no chance of escape, much like chickens and ducks that are already confined. Irene is unsure how exactly she ended up in this situation, aside from the unfortunate coincidence of choking on water at home.She believed she would perish right then and there, but just before losing consciousness, she faintly recognized an angry voice asking, "Who is there...?"

The following day arrived in the predictable haze.

From a distance, someone was observing her.

Their expression conveyed both happiness and a hint of unease.Irene's eyes fluttered open as she fell into a hushed silence.

Standing before her was the humanoid figure she instantly recognized - it was Michael, her familiar tablemate from the library.

She vividly remembered his appearance, with his cascading golden locks, lips resembling delicate roses, piercing blue eyes, and porcelain-like complexion.

His angelic aura was undeniable.

There was an underlying sense of restraint about him, as if the weight of melancholy and solitude had caused him to stand out amongst everyone else.

He was always quiet, and when he did speak to her on rare occasions, his whispers were breathtaking.

However, something seemed different this time....

He offered her a small, hesitant smile in that moment.

Speaking softly, his voice carried a mix of uncertainty and joy as he greeted her with a simple "Good morning."

The scene played out just like it had on previous occasions.

Irene's face instantly became stiff, revealing that she wasn't oblivious to what was going on anymore.Michael was seated there, donning a pristine white shirt that was neatly buttoned up to the first button. His long hair gleamed and looked stunning under the daylight. He seemed out of place yet surprisingly in harmony with the somber castle.

What made it even more intriguing was the fact that he was also a vampire.

Or perhaps this humanoid creature, who she encountered almost daily in the library, was responsible for her being brought here and imprisoned.

Then Irene suddenly realized that the eerie dungeon surrounding her was no longer just that, but rather a magnificent and terrifying vampire headquarters.

Her entire body broke out in a cold sweat, and she couldn't tear her eyes away from Michael, fully aware of the immense danger lurking.

Leaning towards her, Michael's blond hair shimmered as it caught the light.

In response, Irene instinctively leaned back.He suddenly stopped, locking eyes with her. A hint of fear and unease filled his gaze, a sorrowful sadness seeping into the depths of his eyes.

"You... seem frightened.""He spoke softly,"

Irene remained silent, unresponsive to his words. The only thing that didn't frighten her was psychological instability.

She reflected on a time when she had good intentions and genuine emotions.

She had been cautious not to ask too much from him, fearing it would drive him away.

For his benefit, she dedicated herself to her studies for four years, diligently managing the library daily, and ultimately graduating with top grades.

I failed to recognize that she represented desire while he symbolized hunger.

Now, he is hesitant to initiate the next step.

Chapter 2

Michael observed her expression, like a creature of the night lurking in the shadows, absorbing every detail of her face.

In the past, Irene used to gaze at him with a similar expression, thinking he resembled an adorable, observant kitten with a dark side.

But now, she could almost imagine hearing the roar of a ferocious beast and the sound of herself being torn apart and devoured.

She struggled to compose herself, took a moment, and said, "Just listen to me for a moment."

Michael looked at her with his piercing turquoise blue eyes, as if anticipating something.

It was the same look he had every time she spoke to him in the library. He was always willing to listen to her tedious words and complaints.

When he gave a faint smile, she felt like the sky turned bluer and the air became fragrant.

At that moment, he truly appeared angelic.

However, this time it was different.

Irene took a deep breath, trying not to offend him. She proposed, "For the sake of getting to know each other, can you please spare my life?"

Michael's eyes lost their color and he lowered his head.

Quietly, Irene moved her hand. She was treated fairly well; the bed was comfortable, the bedding warm, and there were no restraints holding her down.

Perhaps she could attempt an escape.

Even though vampires were not human, she could still give it a shot.

Suddenly, Michael looked up at her.

Irene immediately tensed up and pretended nothing was amiss.

His gaze was so intense that it seemed to penetrate her legs wrapped beneath the covers. Her muscles tightened, ready to flee.

Unable to move under his gaze, Irene froze completely after a moment.

Abruptly, Michael stood up.Irene moved with a frustrated sigh, almost jumping up. It was like the instinct of an animal facing a predator.

His brow furrowed slightly, filled with sadness like a cold river.

He said, "Irene."

The voice still had its melodious tone, but Irene was sweating too much to fully appreciate it.

Michael noticed her lack of interest. He closed his eyes and moved closer.

Taking two steps at a time, he was tall and slender, and soon entered the shadows and approached the bed.

Irene covered her mouth. If she had to breathe at that moment, it would surely be hysterical and provoke an urge to attack.

He was too close.

Michael looked down at her, a slight darkness gleaming in his eyes.

He reached out and touched her for the first time willingly.

His touch landed on the top of her head, and she felt the coldness of his body temperature.

Irene shivered.

Should I crush her brain and start eating from scratch?

She covered her face and pleaded, "Please, I don't want to die."

Michael paused.

He loosened his grip.

Irene was afraid to look up.

Michael stood by the bed and observed her for a moment, then suddenly whispered, "Why are you afraid?"

Irene couldn't find her voice to respond.

Not scared? What kind of nightmares?

He waited for a while, but received no answer.He shut his eyes, leaning over once more. Complete silence enveloped the room. Irene felt a chill run through her body as something cold and soft touched her covered face. Soft kisses gently brushed against her fingertips. Overwhelmed with emotion, Irene let out an uncontrollable sob. However, Michael didn't retreat this time. Instead, he sat down on the edge of the bed, extending his hands to firmly grip Irene's shoulders. His icy lips pressed against her earlobe, but contrary to her fears, he did not bite it off. Panic tightened Irene's heart, causing immense pain, as she strained to hear his whispered words. "I'm sorry," he uttered. "But... you should stay." Michael's hand glided down from her shoulder to tenderly stroke her spine. She found herself enveloped in a frigid embrace.

Chapter 3

Irene couldn't believe how things had taken such a drastic turn.

The man she was afraid to confess her feelings to suddenly transformed from a gentle person into a terrifying beast.

Now he was on top of her, rendering her completely paralyzed.

Every time he kissed her, she felt a wave of fear that he might reveal his fangs and rip her apart.

That first kiss lacked any sweetness; it was filled with never-ending terror.

Michael grabbed both of her wrists with one hand and forcefully pinned them above her head, effectively immobilizing her.

He had never made such a forceful move before.

During their four years together... Irene only observed from a distance, rarely engaging in conversation.

She had never witnessed this side of him or even held hands.It's as if her innocent and delicate angel has suddenly transformed into a wicked demon.

Michael gently touched her face with his other hand, his expression filled with sadness, "Please don't give me that look."

Irene couldn't hold back her tears and let out a choked sob.

He was incredibly attractive.

Dangerously attractive.

Michael leaned down to kiss her eyes and she let out a soft cry.

"Don't... If you truly want it, make it difficult for me first..."..."
She had no desire to be devoured alive.
Michael's spine immediately tensed up.
A surge of indistinct anger suddenly overflowed, but he managed to control it by pressing his lips firmly against her eyelids.
Irene stood frozen in shock.
She could feel the cold, sharp sensation of his teeth grazing her. He held her hand captive, exerting enough force to potentially break free.
Michael glanced down at her, and her eyes appeared bewildered, as if she were gazing at him while sinking into a terrifying nightmare.
Although she had always been well-behaved in their previous encounters, her eyes no longer held the playful laughter they once did.
Instinctively, he pulled her close and buried his head low in the curve of her neck.
Just before the fangs were about to puncture, he pulled back and shut his eyes.
Resolutely, he stood up and tore open his shirt, revealing a well-built chest and stomach, a vast expanse of pale skin.His fingers expertly tore the shirt apart, covering Irene's face with the fabric.

Irene gasped twice, regaining her composure as she gently pushed against his arms with her delicate hands.

She was clever enough to replace resistance with a cautious touch, fearing his wrath.

Unexplainably, he seemed to be in a better mood.

For a while now, he had been aware of her attraction towards his physique. Michael grabbed one of her hands and guided it onto his exposed body. His chest muscles were well-developed, and his abs were defined.

Irene blushed, her palms firmly pressed against him, unable to move a muscle.

Although she wanted to pull her hand away, the exhilaration was too overwhelming.

She swallowed hard.

In a whisper, Michael said, "I'm still the same person..."Irene glanced behind her and hesitated, unsure of what to do with her hands. Trying to ignore the mix of disappointment and attraction, she firmly said, "Stop."

Without warning, Michael lifted her up by the waist and allowed her to throw herself into his embrace.

Irene's lips collided with his chest, causing her entire body to tense up in surprise.

Slowly undressing, his actions sent confusing signals.

What was he attempting to...?

Irene lay stiffly against his arm, unable to see anything.

His hand started to unbuckle his belt, the cold buckle hitting the small of her back before quickly being removed.

She could hear him unzip his pants.Irene instinctively placed her hand over her mouth. She had mentally prepared herself for any situation, even the possibility of being bitten and devoured, knowing there was nothing she could do to prevent it. However, when his hand lifted her dress and touched her pants, she immediately protested, saying "No!" She couldn't allow such a thing to happen. She couldn't quite explain why, perhaps it was due to the unresolved emotions she had been suppressing. Regardless, Michael's hand came to a halt at that moment.

Chapter 4

There was a brief moment of silence as he held her tightly in his arms, "It's alright......"

Irene tried to push his hand away, but the strong feeling of affection that used to reside in her heart only made him more determined when she resisted.

In an instant, he unfastened her pants and pulled down the zipper, sliding them down past her hips.

Placing his hand on her waist again, he cautiously slipped his fingers under the edge of her underwear.

Irene felt desperate, gripping his hands tightly and pleading for him to stop, "Please, don't-"

He appeared to hesitate, pausing briefly.

"You have feelings for me," he whispered.

"You desire me," he embraced her so tightly that Irene could hardly breathe. She sensed something cold and rigid against her thigh.

The impressive size left Irene feeling overwhelmed.But honestly... she couldn't. Just like before, she never admitted her feelings, even though they spent countless days and nights together. She always kept her distance, never daring to take that step closer. After hesitating for a while, she finally mustered the courage to say, "No." The air became tense in that instant. Michael observed her and then uttered, "Moist." Irene's face turned red as she pleaded, "Please don't say..."She experienced a sensation similar to urinating, as her bodily fluids trickled down the crack of her buttocks, moistening her underwear and even streaming down her thighs.

Her underwear was thoroughly soaked.

Michael uttered, "Irene, you're pushing me away because you're planning to leave."

Without raising his voice, he added, "You never mentioned anything about leaving."

Despite feeling a heightened sense of danger, Irene reluctantly responded, "I... I would have said something."

In a sudden burst of strength, Michael forcefully tore her panties.

Before she had a chance to react, he forcefully penetrated her.did you lie to me?" Michael whispered, his voice quivering as he pressed his body against Irene's. "You're going home." Irene let out a pained cry, unable to make a sound due to the intense pain....didn't you mention..." He clasped her with such intensity, their bodies merging seamlessly, leaving Irene gasping for breath.

The grip was akin to an anaconda's suffocating embrace, gradually tightening around her.

Overwhelmed, Irene lost consciousness, unable to conjure a plausible excuse, and managed to stammer, "I...... might have exclaimed ..."

Michael abruptly withdrew and forcefully thrust again, causing her immense pain.

He strangled her, his suppressed anger finally surfacing in his voice.

"When are you departing?" His gasp was so loud that it nearly drowned out his whisper, "You're lying."

"The flight is scheduled to depart at eleven this morning ...Irene burst into tears, saying that you have been wanting to leave her for a while. She also mentioned something about not having enough money for the flight and being unable to catch the plane.Michael slowly thrusts upward while Irene is shaking in pain.

He, however, becomes more and more excited as his arousal intensifies, his penis deeply buried inside her and growing harder and pulsating.

"How do you manage to hold back," he gasps huskily over her shoulder, "I've been seeing you every day."

"You... you obviously have feelings for me."

However, due to their inevitable separation, there are no more words exchanged between them.

He has been waiting.

He only waits for her to silently depart.

He erupts in anger, forcefully holding Irene down and relentlessly pushing against her.

Like a boat caught in a storm, Irene keeps bobbing but cannot escape his grip."Don't leave," Michael's voice, usually soft and gentle, turned icy cold.

He gently kissed Irene on the lips.

"Don't pretend."

She wished she could pretend that she never had feelings for him, so she could easily walk away and forget about him.

"I won't allow it."

Irene found it hard to breathe, and as she widened her eyes, all she could see was the light shining through the fabric of his shirt, his shadow pressing against her forcefully, trembling slightly.

The pain subsided and a wave of heat swept through her body, gasping for air as she reached the peak and became engulfed in him.

Michael leaned close to her neck and whispered, "I want to keep you with me forever."

Irene felt as though her thighs had been shattered by him, aching and numb, and the pleasure overwhelmed her, causing her to be in a bit of a daze.

Upon hearing those words, she was surprised that she couldn't deny the truth any longer.

"Just ...""Consider it."

His breath became uneven, and a tingling sensation traveled down his neck.

He gently licked and sucked on her with his cold tongue.

A wave of intense pleasure nearly overwhelmed her.

She tightened her legs, her attempts to resist mostly subdued by him.

An unfamiliar moan slipped from her lips.

He had bitten her. However, she was surprised to find that it didn't cause any pain or fear.

This sensation...

Michael thrust his hips upward forcefully, penetrating the deepest part, and the chilly bodily fluids caused her to contract so intensely that she actually experienced an orgasm.Instead of being able to vocalize her pleasure when she reached her breaking point, Irene couldn't find any satisfaction. Her fingers dug deep into his back, clawing in desperation until everything slowly faded away.

Irene's breath became shallow.

Her limbs grew weak and she went limp on the bed.

Michael raised his head and the bite wound on Irene's neck healed as he repeatedly licked it.

He supported himself and caressed Irene's lips.

His kisses were interspersed with passionate strokes.

He sucked on her lips, his eyes filled with an enchanting gleam.

"I want you to become like me, alright?" Irene blinked and turned her head.

Michael held her chin and initiated another kiss.

He whispered, "Then become my submissive."

He gently touched Irene's chest through her shirt.

He declared, "You belong to me."

Chapter 5

Irene has firsthand knowledge of what happens when a vampire bites you.

Moreover, she no longer fears vampires.

Her fear dissipates completely upon seeing Michael.

Simultaneously, her previous infatuation also disappears.

Their relationship has become physical, causing the infatuation to vanish completely.

Not to mention, after the bite, the angel cleans her body of her blood.

Irene has transformed into a different person entirely.

Seeing Michael now makes her desire to passionately engage with him.

Perhaps this desire is a result of the bite, or perhaps not, as she had fantasized about him even before they held hands.

Apart from that, she doesn't care about much else.

Living in a castle, dealing with vampires, passport identification, airfare, and the hard work she put into obtaining her diploma are not on her mind.

Right now, all she can think about is having sex with him.

Furthermore, Michael is constantly by her side.

Surprisingly, he cooperates willingly, indicating that he may have desired her for a long time too.

They exchange glances, kiss, without even taking a few steps.

Irene is aware that their actions aren't quite right.

However, when Michael fastens a black leather collar around her neck, she simply touches him.

Finally, a small smile appears on Michael's face.

He secures the collar and kisses her twice on the back of her neck, tilting her chin up.

As he presses his lips against hers, his eyes become misty, and he whispers, "Irene - you truly want to be mine."Irene gently ran her hands along his waist, trying to slip them under his shirt to touch him.

He continued to kiss her, effortlessly lifting her up and holding her in his arms.

Standing at an impressive six-foot-five with a stunningly pure and radiant face, he resembled a mythical warrior or angel who had descended upon earth.

As Irene was lifted high, she cradled his head and let her hands slide through his collar, caressing his back.

Michael's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled warmly.

He unbuttoned two buttons on her collar and kissed her collarbone.

He vaguely stated, "It's the only way to keep you honest."

Irene paid no mind to his words, instead kissing the top of his head and continuously stroking him.

"My darling," Michael whispered as he lifted her white dress.

The moment she saw him, Irene became instantly aroused.

Irene was finally getting what she desired.

He was like an angel, so tender, which made it challenging for her in that moment.

She couldn't pursue him or get close because he wasn't the type for casual relationships, and she couldn't commit to any long-term outcome.

Her destiny lay in returning to her home country, where her family, friends, past, and future resided in distant America.

Not to mention the significant gap that separated them at first glance. Irene was nothing more than the daughter of an ordinary family who didn't dare to hope for an impossible dream.

Irene was simply a daughter of an ordinary family who didn't dare to hope for an unattainable dream.

Irene would have preferred to never have experienced it if it meant being with him and then parting ways. So she held herself back, restrained her feelings, spoke to him less, and even avoided looking at him too much.Meanwhile, the more she restrained herself, the stronger her desire for him grew. Michael seemed to have triggered something deep within her, and the pent-up longing she had been accumulating for so long could no longer be concealed. She craved him intensely. She caressed his shoulders and undid his buttons eagerly and shamelessly. He responded with a gentle smile, mirroring her feelings. It felt like a perfect, tailor-made fantasy. Taking the lead, Irene kissed him passionately, wrapping her arms around his neck. Michael opened his mouth, welcoming her tongue without hesitation. He understood. She desired him. She genuinely liked him. However, she managed to hold back and eventually let go completely. It was as if he didn't matter. As if he was just a memory that could be calmly recalled years later, like the scenery on a road trip.

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