"Sister's stomach seems hungry again. Kiri-chan, would you feed me?" Thousand Feather Sister's eyes stayed fixed on my neck. Seductively, she extended her tongue and licked her red lips. Her bewitching allure screamed Bloodline feeding mode.

"I... if it's for Thousand Feather Sister... I... I... am willing."

Without hesitation, I nodded firmly. My body leaned uncontrollably into her embrace—clean and swift.

Thousand Feather Sister pulled me close again. Her slender fingers slid from my collarbone down my neck, stopping at my shirt's top button. Like handling a rare treasure, she undid it carefully. A cool breeze rushed in, slightly cooling my flushed skin.

"Mmm..."

I groaned softly in discomfort. Her index finger drew tiny circles on my exposed skin, as if waiting.

She'd already pulled down my collar and unfastened my white uniform's top. Effortlessly, she slipped it past my shoulders, baring them completely to her gaze.

"Kiri-chan's skin... truly flawless. I never tire of it, no matter how many times I see it~" She leaned in, inhaled deeply, and sighed with ecstasy.

Though sniffing my scent, her hands didn't pause—they ventured deeper.

I'd expected her to stop after exposing my shoulders and start... feeding. But her movements showed no restraint. She seemed intent on stripping me bare. In her arms, I felt like a lamb on a butcher's block, awaiting everyone's "affection." QAQ

"No... please..." I whimpered weakly. "Thousand Feather Sister... there... you can't..." My hands gently pushed her wandering ones, shielding myself from becoming a "lamb for slaughter."

Thousand Feather Sister, if you're feeding, don't strip me naked! (#／。＼#)

"Oh, our little Kiri-chan gets shy? Well then... since it's your wish, Sister will obey~"

"Mm, Thousand Feather Sister, I... ah!"

A sharp *shhk* pierced my neck—skin splitting, vein sinking. A tingling sensation cut off my words. She'd attacked mid-sentence.

Thousand Feather Sister, so mean! Not even a warning. Sob sob 〒▽〒

Beyond the pleasure of blood draining, I faintly felt something nimble and soft brushing my skin where she bit. Her tongue?

Gulp... gulp...

Blood flowing into her mouth. Her panting growing heavier. The thump-thump of our hearts syncing. All flooded the silent room. In my world, nothing else existed.

Consciousness drifted away. My body soaked in warm magma—every cell melting into this tender haze.

If this continued, I'd surely drown in her pleasure realm...

Boom!

As I nearly lost all awareness, the heavy wooden door of Thousand Feather Sister's private office crashed open. Through my daze, a familiar red figure strode in.

"Master!"

An anxious cry blasted my ears. I subconsciously wanted to see who'd barge into the Student Council president's office now. But my eyelids—weighted like stone—refused to lift. They grew heavier... until...

I lost consciousness.

...

"Master, didn't we agree not to 'reunite' with her today? This burden is still too much for her."

Her long red hair was neatly tied back. That sharp, commanding presence was unforgettable—Thousand Feather Sister's private secretary, Yorunozuki Senpai.

"It's fine, Yoru. Trust me—I know my limits."

Thousand Feather Sister, who should've been lost to feeding frenzy, instead cradled me gently. She pulled my clothes up and carefully buttoned each undone button, one by one.