Blood Awakening: The Strongest Hybrid and His Vampire Bride

Chapter 421: A Simple Request – filled with Determination

Kumiko sat on the same porch that Nikolai had pounded Lunaria a few hours ago. She played the flute under moonlight, a melancholic piece filled with affection.

The notes danced between gripping minor notes and an extended tremolo of C and E flat.

Creak!

Behind him, footsteps echoed as Nikolai’s figure appeared in a loose evening robe, his chest full of scars, kiss marks, and his hair dripping slightly on the soft tatami mat.

He sat down beside her and looked at the moon with half-lidded eyes. The silver glow reflected in his eyes as he listened to the music, which sounded like someone telling a story.

He didn’t speak, but listened to the piece quietly.

Kumiko didn’t stop playing until the final note vibrated. The emotions she felt exploded when Nikolai sat beside her, his handsome face reflecting the ocean and moonlight stirring her heart.

She smiled softly while placing the flute into a case and shifted closer.

“My dear, why do you seem so melancholic?”

“Because I have to say goodbye to such a talented and lovely wife…” He grabbed her suddenly and lifted Kumiko’s clone onto his lap, and then leaned in.

Kumiko trembled as his lips brushed her neck; the heat of his body pressed against hers, the scent of the shower gel mixing with his incredible musky scent.

“Will you miss me that much?” Her laugh sounded like a bell.

“Who said it was you, such a confident little fox?”

Kumiko turned in his arms with a smirk. “Then should I leave…”

“You can’t escape now… You sneaky little vixen.”

Nikolai smiled, then suddenly pushed her to the ground, causing a small yelp of panic. He pinned both her hands down, interlocking their fingers. “You’re not a clone, are you?” His low voice vibrated in the air, but his eyes narrowed upon seeing Kumiko’s reaction.

“Oh my? How did you know it wasn’t my clone?” She pouted her red lips.

Nikolai didn’t answer her question and instead lowered himself and tapped her glossy red lips, “Because I love you.”

“W-What!?” Her mouth opened, clearly stunned by his response. Nikolai rarely teased her like this. So when he did, the reaction was entertaining.

“Are you that shocked?”

Her ears flattened against her head, and Kumiko turned her face away with a flushed, red face. “No…”

Nikolai moved one of his hands to her face, turning it slowly towards him, “My darling… I know how much each of you have done for me. But Kumiko… you… have you never realised how much you overwork yourself?” He watched her eyes, the change of her face, the subtle curl of her lips. “I love you Kumiko.”

“…I-I…”

“I love your body, your voice, the way you look at me in bed and blush like a sweet strawberry. But most of all, the way you work so hard, to fulfil all my desires, needs and wants with your clones…”

Kumiko couldn’t move.

The sound of her heart racing echoed in Nikolai’s ears.

“You’re really bad when I am aggressive, huh?”

“….you…”

Her ears flattened as she pushed against his chest with trembling hands. “You… can’t do this to me… my heart… can’t take it!”

He grinned, showing his pearly white teeth, a charming yet dangerous smile.

“I’m going to help that boy.”

The moment Nikolai decided he wanted to tell Kumiko, the girl who came and sprouted for him. If it wasn’t for Sulley, then Nikolai might have never met Kumiko.

She was the one who became a glue for his harem, binding them and taking on the role of villain when things became difficult. If he were tired, she would become his pillow, when horny… his onahole… this kitsune devoted herself beyond Nikolai’s understanding, and thus he couldn’t let her cry, or suffer.

“Why?” Her voice turned soft, and she looked up with glistening eyes.

Nikolai stroked her cheeks with both hands, brushing aside the tears before leaning down.

“Without him, would I have met my lovely kitsune wife?”

“…no… I would still be in that horrible place… or even…”

“Then that’s why I am helping.”

“But… it might be dangerous… what if you get hurt?”

Kumiko trembled, but then she felt a warm kiss upon her lips, their bodies pressed together gently as the cool ocean breeze swept across them. “Your lips taste sweet, like red apples.” Nikolai muttered softly before pulling back and stroking her cheek.

“I’ll be fine… don’t worry about me… but if you’re that worried, then we should do something to distract you.”

“What could that be…. Mmmmmph!?”

Another kiss.

Nikolai pushed his tongue past her soft lips and into her mouth and enjoyed the sweet taste of her saliva.