YUHI
When he approached the door, that's when he heard it. The sounds of grunts, and a soft female voice moaning. For a moment his mind went black, all sorts of disturbing images flashed through his mind. Not once has he ever doubted Sumire and he strongly believed they had a healthy relationship because of their faith in one another. But right now all he could think about was the scene behind those doors.
Mashima inside her, as Sumire moaned. His wife in the arms of another man. Yuhi shakes his head.
Yuhi felt his heart beat increase but he opened the door. He didn't see the scene of scattered garments or the scent of sex. Much to his relief, he only saw Sumire on Mashima's lap as she drank his blood. A relieved sigh escaped his lips and he quickly cursed himself for almost misunderstanding.
Sumire pulled away.
"Drink some more. You're pale again."
"Toh, I-"
