"Mishew! I'll take you back to your room to rest!"

"oh……"

My mind was blank when I was led to the room by my father, and I didn’t want to think about anything.

"Okay, go to bed! When you wake up, you won't care about this anymore!"

My father’s statement is a bit strange. Why is it that “I won’t care about this anymore” instead of “I will forget this”?

Well, I don’t have the energy to worry about it anymore. I fell on the bed without taking off my coat, shoes and socks. I was too lazy to do anything.

However, his father immediately pulled him up and sorted out his clothes, and finally he stuffed him into the quilt.

At this moment, a man suddenly came in. John, who was a housekeeper, looked like an uncle in his thirties and forties. Unlike other servants, he was a mixed-blood vampire made by his father. For some reason, he was holding a large jar in his hand.

"Master! Master!"

After bowing and saying hello to us, he came over and put the jar on the edge of the bed. After putting it on, he bowed and bowed again.

"I'll go out first!"

Then he really went out, and the whole process was inexplicable.

"Mishew! It's better to spit it in the jar when you want to vomit. Don't go to the bathroom on purpose! In addition, if you want to eat, say it to the servants outside! Good night!" After that, my father bent down and kissed me on the forehead, and went out.

I have become accustomed to being kissed by him and I no longer complained, but after listening to what he said, I can't understand it even more.

Why does it make me feel like I vomiting like that? How is this possible?

It's really ridiculous! I didn't vomit when I drank blood and ate meat twice before. How could there be anything more exciting?

I won't say it clearly, would you be fooling me?

...

I can't sleep for the time being. Although my body doesn't want to move, my mind is still relatively clear.

Because of this, I feel more and more painful, and the smell in my mouth is still there... It's so bad that my soul is not dissipating!

There is no way, I can only think of some wonderful things.

And my dad seems to care a lot about me being a virgin…

Could it be that he would find a woman to let me mercenary?

Hehehe...

I don’t know how I fell asleep either. This is not the point, because after waking up in a daze, I really lived a life of five times a night!

Don't doubt it! I, Mitho Ignis, told you very seriously and responsibly, just five times! I counted it very carefully!

It's a pity.

These five times are not the same five times...

I just lived a hard life of vomiting five times in one night!

Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn!

Why didn't anyone tell me that I had to go through this kind of torture to become a vampire?

The pain in my stomach makes me doubt my life!

Due to the enhancement of the sense of the senses after becoming a vampire, every time I can clearly feel the vigorous energy in my body swelling!

Perhaps this is also due to the vampire's strong physique, which allows me to hit every shot even if my body is in violent ups and downs! I can spit it accurately into the jar every time, which really saves a lot of trouble of cleaning afterwards! I admire myself a little!

As the bed was shaking violently, feeling the powerful momentum of three thousand feet falling from my mouth, I had to sigh that vampires were different! It was so sour! Even vomiting was so shocking!

It was like being sucked into chicken blood. Since the first time, it seemed to have pierced a layer of subtle film, or it was like breaking a certain boundary. I began to indulge in vomiting and could not extricate myself, and I could never stop anymore!

It was really a climax, and one wave after another was not settled! It was finally able to achieve a feat that was five times a night!

Every time I vomit, I am so hungry that I have to eat again. Then I sleep for a while and start vomiting again. The food I eat is basically not digested!

To be honest, I was exhausted from vomiting...

The little vomiting was so terrifying!

Just like my dad said, I really won't care whether there is any nausea in my mouth with blood...

I'm too lazy to pay attention to it...

After going around, the night passed and I was still very hungry.

Just as I was about to ask the servants outside the door to get me some food, my father came in.

You can guess at his wide eyes that my current image should be described as a terrible sight.

He looked at me with great distress, hugged me, and kept comforting me and encouraging me.

I was very moved, but he told me that these are normal things...

What else can I say?

If you don’t adapt to the environment, you will be convinced! It’s normal to vomit five times a night? Do you really think I’m as easy to coax as a kindergarten child?

However, I felt less uncomfortable when I snuggled in his arms.

After I recovered a little, he fed the blood I had digested for the second time.

I don’t know if it was because the taste of the blood before was too disgusting, too irritating, or because I am now hungry and numb. Anyway, I have become less resistant to it this time, although I still think the taste is disgusting.

Because I was too hungry, I took the initiative to suck him when he was about to end his feeding. My dad was obviously shocked by me, so he fed me more blood.

Maybe I looked like a child who was scared by nightmare and should look very childish.

But I don’t care! I just want to hold him! My dad’s arms are much more comfortable than sleeping in bed!

Besides, there is nothing wrong with the son relying on his father!

Then, I fell asleep in a daze and slept on him for a long time.

When I woke up, although I didn’t feel refreshed, I really had a lot of fun in bed last night, but my spirit has indeed recovered a lot.

Because he is not very hungry yet, he seems to have noticed it, so he began to teach me some knowledge that needs to be known after becoming a vampire, such as ethics, precautions, rules of life, etc.

My father used his own words to explain these contents very easily and easily understood, and even put in a lot of jokes. Therefore, I quickly mastered the knowledge, although I didn't have much confidence to do everything he said.

After saying those things, he told me stories and jokes, and really treated me like a little brat.

However, I no longer mind being seen by him as a child, and I enjoyed the time I was lying on his thigh and listening to him.

I don’t know how long it took, but my stomach suddenly started to bulge. Well, the nightmarish night began again...

You ask me why I don’t eat the blood he digested every meal?

Do you think I don’t want to? My dad said that you can only eat once that day, and you can increase the amount of feeding, but you can’t increase the number of times.

What? You told me to stop eating?

Are you stupid? You are so hungry that you don’t eat yet? You will really die!

And the food you eat will still be digested a little, which is better than having nothing in your stomach!

In addition, who knows if you don’t eat anything will retching? That’s much more painful than ordinary vomiting!

The most important thing is that I started to get used to it anyway...

I hate my little strong adaptability!
Chapter completed!