For a fleeting moment, a faint dizziness swirled in his head, and just as it seemed to fade…… When he opened his eyes again, the Prince was sitting across the table, drinking tea and watching Isaac.

“Uh, ……, ……?”

Nothing had changed; everything was exactly the same.

A cool breeze blew under the clear sky, and they were in the garden outside the office with a tea table set between them. He didn’t know where the cats had gone, but only the faint sound of their meowing drifted from the distance. Everything else was exactly as it was.

“Huh? ……? I thought they said they’d show me something…..?”

Isaac muttered blankly. The Prince asked, looking a bit suspicious.

“What’s wrong.”

“Yes? Oh, no, the cats…… ……?? Nothing.”

Isaac, who had been half-standing awkwardly, sat back down. He felt as if he had been possessed by a ghost. They said they were going to show him something…… What was it again?

Isaac swallowed his ice water instead of tea and tilted his head in confusion. Seeing him act strangely, the Prince asked again.

“Why.”

“No, it’s just something…… I felt a bit dizzy for a second, but…… never mind.”

“Dizzy. Didn’t you say you wouldn’t suffer from a lack of blood anymore?”

The Prince frowned, and Isaac quickly nodded.

“Yes, that’s right. Because I made that wish on the tinderbox. I was told that no matter how much blood is drained from my body in the future, it will be instantly replenished…… Mmm. I’m not dizzy. I must have been mistaken.”

He shook his head vigorously as a test, but he felt absolutely fine. It made no sense for him to suddenly get anemia now. Especially since he felt perfectly fine even after being drained so heavily last night.

Yes, last night he had truly been drained of a lot. He went to bed clearly before midnight, but he stayed up all night, only falling asleep after seeing the sky begin to turn white. Throughout that entire time – except when he was touching other places and moved his lips – the Prince had relentlessly swallowed blood from Isaac’s neck, his lips, his chest, his thighs. Even though the cats had licked the wounds away leaving no scars, it felt as though the stinging sensation still lingered.

Isaac sighed inwardly.

He was relieved that he would never collapse from anemia again, but still…… it was overwhelming.

In the past, the Prince only drank Isaac’s blood on the nights of the new moon. On those nights, practically losing his reason to the agony, the Prince would drink Isaac’s blood like a starving beast, leaving Isaac to suffer from dizzying anemia for the next few days. Perhaps taking pity on his staggering form, the Prince wouldn’t draw a single drop of blood from Isaac on any other day.

But now, it was as if he had been holding it back all this time and suddenly found no reason to restrain himself anymore. The Prince did not leave Isaac’s body every single night.

…… This seems a bit excessive.

No, it seemed very excessive……

Every night, every night, every single night, he was drinking.

Truthfully, taking a lot of blood was fine since he no longer felt anemia. Even the biting only stung at first; it didn’t hurt that much afterward.

The problem was – though it had always been this way – when swallowing Isaac’s blood, the Prince became even more violently immersed in the act of intercourse.

His monstrously engorged member, veins bulging as if ready to burst, would ruthlessly plunder Isaac’s insides, thrusting like a mad horse. And he didn’t just do it briefly at the climax. He did it continuously from the moment he started swallowing blood until his lips left Isaac’s neck. And since that was an entire night, Isaac genuinely felt like he was going to die. If he weren’t in the endlessly healthy body of a witch incapable of catching illness, he would have withered and died long ago, wandering the road to the underworld.

‘Is my blood not actually a painkiller, but some sort of aphrodisiac or restorative tonic, or some more dangerous drug?’ It had been a long time since Isaac had that thought with a hazy mind.

In the past, those nights were only once a month during the new moon, so he somehow endured it. And even on the new moon, if Isaac fainted from blood loss, the Prince would stop his actions, making it somewhat bearable. But now, the situation had changed.

Having his blood sucked all night long while simultaneously having his lower half relentlessly pierced to the point of death. Being tossed around all night like a piece of meat skewered on a giant spit before falling into a dead-like sleep—this was becoming his daily routine.

‘…… Even with all this, why doesn’t anemia come? Even with this, why don’t I turn into a hollowed-out skeleton? Even with this, why does this person not show even a speck of exhaustion!’

“But Your Highness, aren’t you tired…..?”

Suddenly feeling a wave of distant fatigue crashing over him, Isaac – feeling mentally aged by a hundred years – basked in the cool breeze and carefully asked the Prince, who seemed to be in a great mood. The Prince paused his tea-drinking and gave him a look that seemed to ask, What nonsense are you spouting?

“No, lately you barely sleep until dawn every day. I at least sleep in until the morning, but you, Your Highness, wake up early in the morning and start your daily duties……”

‘How about you go to bed a bit earlier and take care of your body from now on?’ Isaac earnestly tried to advise him, but Kyan simply let out an “Ah,” and spoke nonchalantly.

“It’s fine. Come to think of it, did you know?”

“Pardon?”

“I had suspected it for a while, but lately, as I’ve been drinking my fill of your blood, I’ve confirmed it. It seems your blood has a remarkably excellent effect on restoring vital energy. Even right before falling asleep, my stamina doesn’t drop at all, and my body continues to feel in perfect condition throughout the day.”

“…… Yes…..?”

At the Prince’s awe-filled words, Isaac’s complexion turned stark white.

The Prince set his teacup down and gestured for Isaac to come closer. Isaac flinched. He tried to pretend he didn’t see it, but eventually, with hesitant steps, he had no choice but to approach the Prince.

The Prince wrapped an arm around Isaac’s waist and pulled him onto his lap. The moment he thought their lips had lightly touched, a sharp sting flared, and the taste of blood spread on the tip of his tongue. The sensation of a tongue slowly stroking his lips, as if savoring the taste, completely erased the pain.

“See, even now.”

The Prince’s low, murmuring voice carried a faint, lustrous warmth. Along with that languid heat, an ominous premonition crawled up Isaac’s spine.

“Your Highness, this is working hours right now, and people are passing by over there—”

But before he could even finish his sentence, his lips were captured again.

Right, this was a man who cared nothing for rules or the gazes of others to begin with.

The only saving grace was that, unlike when he handled his old ‘paramours,’ the Prince did not like having others in his line of sight when he mingled bodies with Isaac. To be precise, he detested others seeing Isaac’s body or the act itself. For Isaac, who was at least conscious of other people’s eyes, this was a relief. Whenever they were about to begin, anyone nearby would quietly make themselves scarce.

Even now, damn it. The servants, who survived on their wits, must have sensed the mood, because they were slowly vanishing from the vicinity. And that meant, of course, that the ‘mood’ was fast approaching Isaac as well.

The Prince, who had been sucking Isaac’s tongue, began to trace his lips over Isaac’s cheek, and then down his neck. The breath inhaling Isaac’s scent burned his skin. That heat rapidly trailed down the line of his neck, and Isaac’s heart plummeted.

“Umm…… Your Highness, Your Highness, you originally have exceptional stamina, so I really don’t think you need to replenish it by going so far as to drink my blood…… And unless it’s the new moon, you aren’t in any pain either, so do you really have to drink it like this on normal days too? Truthfully, it hurts me a bit, and it’s exhausting, and well…”

Gasping for breath, Isaac frantically spat out the words.

The Prince, who was rubbing his lips against Isaac’s neck as if pondering where to bite, lifted his eyes. Those ice-blue eyes entered the corner of Isaac’s vision. Staring at Isaac intensely as if to pierce right through him, the Prince slowly sank his teeth into the neckline just below his earlobe.

A jolt ran through his body at the all-too-familiar sensation of fangs burying deep into his skin. For a moment, his vision went black.

“It hurts and it’s exhausting…… And?”

The scent of blood lightly brushed the tip of his nose. The Prince whispered, his tongue tracing over the bite mark on Isaac’s neck as if licking the sweetest nectar in the world.

“And what else……? There must be more.”

“Kyan,”

“The reason I drink your blood every night, and keep wanting to drink it, witch, is truly because of you.”

The Prince murmured low, still keeping his teeth against Isaac’s neck.

‘What kind of absurd blame-shifting was this? In this unfair situation where the perpetrator was blaming the victim,’ Isaac wanted to retort, but he flinched and bit his tongue at the sensation of his neck being sucked fiercely. Even though he wasn’t suffering from blood loss, his mind grew faint.

After sucking on his neck for a while, the Prince lifted his head and scrutinized Isaac’s face from right in front of him. Isaac desperately tried to calm his panting breath and met his gaze.

This is troubling. The face of a beast was beginning to overlay the Prince’s own face.

“You don’t know what kind of face you make when your blood is being sucked.”

“……—”

“You make a face that is so befitting of a witch, a face so seductive it could bewitch and captivate anyone. A face that demands I give you my vital energy in exchange for the blood I suck—demanding that I thrust into you faster, harder,”

The Prince bit down on Isaac’s lips again. A whisper leaked out between the lips that were chewing and sucking on his tongue.

“But…… It’s not just your face. Your body too.”

The Prince grasped Isaac’s buttocks. Through the seam of his pants, through the fabric, the Prince’s long finger pressed firmly into the center. Into that place that was already beginning to grow wet.….. O-M-G!

“So when I thrust inside here, your body mercilessly squeezes me, biting down on my cock as if demanding I give you more, begging me to fill you back up as much as the blood I drink, cum more and pour more inside you.”

The Prince whispered roughly. From his deeply bitten lips, a thick taste of blood spread. At the same time, a suffocating heat surged from deep within Isaac’s body.

Right in the next second.

Suddenly, the Prince pulled his lips away from Isaac. Stepping back, the Prince put some distance between them, and a fleeting sense of relief and liberation washed over Isaac.

For a moment.

“Work is finished for today. I will have to taste you this afternoon, witch. —Perfect timing, I didn’t get enough last night.”

The Prince stood up without hesitation and swept Isaac into his arms. Lifted into the air and slung over his shoulder, Isaac looked around in sheer panic.

The sun still hung high in the middle of the sky; the blue, clear heavens; and though he couldn’t see them, the presence of the servants quietly beginning to tidy up the office, having apparently heard the Prince’s words…… all these things spun dizzyingly into his field of vision.

“P-Prince Kyan, Prince Kyan, this is a bit,”

“That was an exceptionally good choice. The third wish you made on the tinderbox.”

“Yes…?”

“I’m immensely satisfied—because now, I don’t have to hold back anymore.”

“No, wait, what, you, you can’t be serious.”

Isaac gasped, the breath knocked out of him.

“YOU MEAN TO SAY YOU’VE BEEN HOLDING BACK ALL THIS TIME?!”

Feeling so utterly dumbfounded, terrified, and wronged, Isaac unconsciously shrieked……

* * *

Right at that moment, he found himself sitting across the table staring at those same ice-blue eyes watching him intently. He found the three balls of black fuzz scampering around with a rustle-rustle at his feet. And he found himself having stood up abruptly from his chair, screaming.

“……Uh……?”

「Our Manbang-ie is crying, he’s crying.」

「Why are you crying? Did you have a sad dream?」

「No, he had a sweet dream.」

「Then there’s no need to cry. If you want that dream, it can become reality.」

Watching the cats performing their obnoxious little roleplay and chattering amongst themselves; the Prince staring right at him; and the servants waiting on standby a short distance away…… Isaac muttered blankly again, “…… Huh…..?” Standing dumbly in the gentle breeze, he slowly slumped back into his chair.

It felt as though he had just experienced a waking nightmare in broad daylight. Cold sweat that had beaded on his back trickled down. To Isaac, whose shoulders slumped in sudden, utter exhaustion, the Prince casually remarked.

“Not bad.”

“…… Yes?”

“The wish for you to never suffer from a lack of blood again seems quite fine.”

Drinking his tea, the Prince spoke nonchalantly, and Isaac’s eyes blew wide open in horror.

“Did you see it too, Your Highness? That illusion-like thing?”

The Prince nodded, seemingly lost in thought. “Indeed, it is the most highly probable reality……” Muttering to himself as if entirely convinced, he lifted his gaze, looked at the cats, and opened his mouth.

“Alright, then for the third wish,”

“WAIT! WAIT A MINUTE! PRINCE KYAN! NO! I DON’T THINK THAT’S THE ONE!”

The moment the Prince opened his mouth, every hair on Isaac’s body stood on end as he shot up from his seat and screamed.

“I believe a person must always live with self-restraint in their heart! A life without limits only brings detrimental effects to one’s life in many ways! We only have one wish left, so I believe it is right for us to explore better options!”

He had to live. He couldn’t die like this. He couldn’t die by living the rest of his days being sucked completely dry every single day, becoming an infinite supply of aphrodisiacs and restorative tonics for this man!

The Prince silently stared at Isaac’s desperately pale face.

Isaac’s back was drenched in cold sweat, but he met the Prince’s gaze stubbornly. He couldn’t back down. He must not back down!

Slowly scrutinizing Isaac’s frozen face, the Prince suddenly let out a soft chuckle. Then, as if he had just enjoyed a minor piece of entertainment, he willingly nodded his head.

“Right, let’s think about it a bit more.”

The Prince didn’t mention it again, and called a servant to bring fresh tea. This time, Isaac truly melted into his chair, sliding down limply. He felt as though his entire day’s worth of energy had just been utterly depleted.