I woke up the next morning, feeling a mix of satisfaction and mild discomfort. The first thing that caught my attention was my arms. My once robust and muscular limbs now looked disturbingly skinny and fragile, as if they might snap under their own weight.
I glanced over at the person responsible for this transformation, still sleeping soundly next to me. Shalltear, with her ethereal beauty, lay peacefully, a small smile playing on her lips. Her silver hair cascaded around her, creating a stark contrast against the dark sheets.
"Stop it, Alex-sama~~, not my nipples~~~," she murmured in her sleep, her voice a soft whisper that made me chuckle despite myself.
I couldn't help but replay the events of last night in my head. It had been... intense, to say the least. Shalltear's voracious appetite for pleasure had left me drained—quite literally. As a vampire, she had her unique ways of showing affection, and last night she had taken a bit more than just my stamina.
"Peroroncino, you absolute madman," I muttered under my breath. "What kind of twisted mind programs a character like this?"
I flexed my arms slightly, wincing at the sensation. "I look like I've been through a medieval torture chamber. If anyone saw me right now, they'd think I was auditioning for the role of 'Stick Man' in a children's play."
Shalltear stirred, mumbling something incoherent before settling back into her dreams. I couldn't help but shake my head. "Great, now she's dreaming about me torturing her. As if last night wasn't enough."
I slowly sat up, trying not to disturb her, and examined the rest of my body. The results were equally concerning.
As I gingerly got out of bed, I caught sight of myself in the mirror. My reflection made me do a double-take. "Wow, Alex, you look like you've survived a week-long marathon without any food or water."
Shalltear's voice brought me back from my self-deprecating thoughts. "Alex-sama... so strong..." she sighed, clearly enjoying whatever dream she was having.
"Yeah, sure," I muttered sarcastically.
Making my way to the bathroom, I couldn't help but think about the repercussions of last night. Just then, Death's voice echoed in my mind, laced with amusement.
"You look like a dried pickle, my dear," Death said with a chuckle.
"Thanks for the vote of confidence," I replied dryly, glancing at my reflection in the mirror. Indeed, I looked like I had been through a dehydration chamber.
My cheeks were hollow, my eyes slightly sunken, and my once-proud muscles seemed to have taken a vacation.
"You know," Death continued, still chuckling, "I did warn you about Shalltear's... enthusiasm."
"Yeah, yeah," I grumbled, splashing water on my face. "But I thought I could handle it. Who knew she'd have the stamina of a marathon runner and the appetite of a starved lion?"
To my relief, I noticed my vampire natural regeneration kicking in. Slowly but surely, my skin began to regain its color, my muscles started to fill out, and the hollowness in my cheeks faded. Of Course I could just active my regeneration skill but that would be overkill and My natural regeneration is doing a fine job.
I flexed my arms slightly, watching as they gradually returned to their normal state. "Well, that's a bit better."
"You're lucky you're a vampire," Death remarked. "Any other human would be a pile of bones by now."
"Yeah, perks of the undead life," I said, feeling my strength returning. "But still, I think I'll need to pace myself next time. Maybe set some ground rules with Shalltear."
"Good luck with that," Death quipped. "She seems quite... taken with you."
I sighed, thinking of Shalltear's fervent enthusiasm. "Yeah, I noticed. But seriously, I've got to find a balance. I can't keep looking like a raisin after every encounter."
With my regeneration in full swing, I felt more like myself. My reflection now showed a more familiar, robust version of me. "Much better," I said to myself, feeling my confidence return.
As I exited the bathroom, I saw Shalltear beginning to stir. She stretched lazily, her eyes fluttering open. "Good morning, Alex-sama," she purred, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. "Did you sleep well?"
"Let's just say it was a memorable night," I replied, trying to keep a straight face. "But we might need to discuss boundaries for next time."
Shalltear giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Whatever you say, Alex-sama."
I couldn't help but chuckle at her unabashed boldness. "Alright, breakfast time. I need to refuel. Care to join me?"
"I'd love to," she said, slipping out of bed gracefully.
As we headed to the kitchen, I felt a renewed sense of vigor. My recovery was almost complete, and despite the madness of last night, I felt ready to face whatever came next.
"Watch out, world," I thought, smirking. "The great Alex is back in action."
But before I could make myself comfortable with breakfast, Death dropped a bomb.
"Dear, I forgot to mention earlier, Issey was attacked yesterday by Freed." And there goes my appetite.
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