"Where is this?"
"The gym equipment room. No one comes by in the morning."
Shichen locked the door to the storeroom and set up a barrier to block sound.
"Isn't there a better place?" Kirasaka Sayaka frowned at the clutter. Apart from being out of the way, it didn't seem to have any merits.
"There is, but we'd have to leave campus—Yukina would notice."
"Alright…"
"So, Shichen, are you really going to let us sit on these mats?" La Folia asked with a grin.
She didn't believe someone as possessive as Shichen would let them sit on air cushions students had stepped on, lain on, and sweated on.
"Not that."
Shichen summoned his "Treasury of the King" and took out… a large bed, perfectly filling the remaining space of the storeroom.
"Shichen, you… how did you even do that?" Sayaka asked blankly.
"If I want to, I can."
"Don't tell me you stole someone's bed?"
Sayaka didn't know about his treasury, but she did know he could use Nayue's spatial control.
"How would I? It's mine," Shichen said, rolling his eyes.
"Yours? Your bed doesn't look like that."
"I stored it."
"Stored? So that just now was—?"
"It's Shichen's storage tool~," La Folia said proudly.
"A storage tool… As if…"
"Shichen is the impossible Fifth Primogenitor. What's impossible for him?" La Folia shot back.
"Fair… But what are you so smug about? Showing off?"
"Not calling me 'Your Highness' anymore? Isn't it normal I'm pleased? The stronger Shichen is, the happier I am."
"…," Sayaka glared, huffy.
"You two… is this really the time to care about that? Shouldn't we get on with the real business? We might not have much time," Shichen cut in, helpless.
"Not much time?" Sayaka looked at him, puzzled.
"If something unexpected happens later, don't blame me. If you don't want me to drink your blood, you can still back out now," he said, hinting rather than spelling it out.
"I'm not scared," La Folia declared first.
"Me neither!" Sayaka refused to be outdone.
"Then let's."
Shichen sat on the edge of the bed, legs open, and gestured for them to climb on. La Folia, without hesitation, sat on his left thigh. Seeing that, Sayaka firmly took her place on his right.
He slipped an arm around each slender waist—the right was a touch softer. Not fat—just more supple. He could feel a little more give under his right thigh as well.
"Shichen~ should I warm you up first?" La Folia hooked her hands behind his neck, eyes bright on his.
"Let's see what you've got~" Shichen smiled.
"In that case—"
She laughed, leaned in, and kissed him without dithering. Second time, much smoother—she closed her eyes and parted cherry lips. Shichen answered, tangling his tongue with hers and guiding her.
Szz, szz—
The unmistakable sound made the heart itch to hear. Sayaka's certainly did; her face was redder than the participants' and, embarrassed yet reluctant to look away, she watched the two cling and mesh.
"You two…"
She hadn't expected La Folia to go straight for his mouth—no buildup at all? And she looked experienced. They had to have done something behind her back. It had only been one night…
Then again, she hardly had the right to complain—now she knew what it felt like for Yukina to be "kept in the dark."
"Mm… haa—haa—"
Before long, La Folia had to come up for air and broke away; her face was like a ripe red apple, inviting and delicious. She let her head rest against Shichen's chest, breathing hard. She hadn't yet learned "breathing technique"—last night's practice had been… different.
Gulp— Sayaka swallowed without thinking.
Shichen glanced at her, smiling. "I'm not interested yet~"
"I know—it's my turn. I will get you interested!" Sayaka said, cheeks flushed but gaze determined.
"Will you?"
"Don't underestimate me!"
She looped her arms around his neck and kissed him hard.
Clack—
There was the faint sound of something hard bumping—teeth. Sayaka ignored it, slid her tongue forward, and sought his. Compared to La Folia, she had a bit more experience here. She even took the chance to free one of his hands from her waist, guided it to where he could feel her heartbeat, and made him curl his fingers in.
Shichen watched her pretty face up close, surprised—scarlet with shyness but bold in action. She'd been passive before, letting him tease her. He understood the reason well enough—La Folia's provocation. On her own, she might have yielded half-willingly; with La Folia's goading, her competitive streak flared. She couldn't seem weaker.
The impulse had her now. If La Folia upped the ante later, Sayaka might go even further—until reason scattered.
"And me…" La Folia, after a deep breath to steady herself, took Shichen's other hand to her chest for him to feel her heart—strong and sure.
Both heartbeats were about the same—thump, thump—clear beneath his palms. He decided to make them quicker. Skilled fingers began to move.
The storeroom filled with soft, winding sounds—but the barrier ensured no one else could hear. The only one to enjoy the duet of voices was Shichen. He taught Sayaka how to breathe between kisses, then did the same for La Folia—turning his head left, then right, arms full, enjoying the blessings of holding two at once. His neck ached a little from turning; he didn't mind.
He'd done this before—with Sansan and the others—but it felt different. They gave him body and heart without shame, their blushes only from new sensations. La Folia and Sayaka, though, were shy from the heart—and the satisfaction was different. Not that Sansan and the others were lacking—being much more petite had its own appeal.
After a long while, Shichen's eyes still hadn't reddened; La Folia began slipping off her ceremonial uniform—and then even the black lace beneath—so he could feel her pulse with nothing between. Sayaka, catching a glimpse mid-breath, almost choked, then hurried to shuck her own uniform. He'd already slipped under it before—nothing to hesitate over. Besides—she told herself—her figure was better than La Folia's. Her confidence spiked.
Shichen was happy to let it proceed; he said nothing, simply enjoyed the "benefits" of their competition. Competition should be learned—so he could reap the fisherman's profit.
The close, delicate contact soon roused him; his eyes went red, and his fangs slid down. Nothing jarring—only more striking. The vampire's refined beauty had them both staring, entranced.
"Which of you wants to go first?" he asked softly.
"I will," La Folia said at once.
"…," Sayaka opened her mouth, but didn't manage to say back in return.
"Alright." He released the soft weight in his hand, slipped an arm across La Folia's back, and lowered his head to her white, clean neck. Fangs pricked in lightly.
"Mm…" La Folia's voice caught; she frowned at the sting. Sayaka tilted her head, eyes fixed on the bite—blood welled, a red thread slipping down along the collarbone, stark against pale skin.
Shichen didn't take much; after a taste, he let his blood flow back to her instead. Her blood was indeed delicious—similar to Kanon's. To him, not the taste of iron, but clear and sweet—purifying, body and mind.