Bite marks, hickeys, hand-shaped bruises, and palm marks were Illuminated by the sunlight that pleasantly warmed her body.
Even then Dracula controlled his strength to the bare minimum his physical abilities were still too much for Hope to come out unscathed after the wild night she had.
Hope extended her hand to grab a bowl of ramen with chopsticks placed on the bowl only to feel her body scream In protest from just a slight shift In her position.
"F*ck he's really a monster In human skin!"
Hope couldn't help but curse as she scanned the trashed room, searching for the culprit. Her eyes landed on him, clad only in a bath towel wrapped around his lower half, smoking a cigarette as he enjoyed the fresh sea breeze from the closed balcony.
"F*ck, why does he look even s*xier than before all of a sudden?"
She muttered, her frustration mounting. She grabbed her head in exasperation. The last few weeks had been like a high-speed roller coaster for her.
"First, I quit my latest part-time job. Then, after almost committing s*icide, I got the legendary golden finger—aka the system,"
She said to herself, the events replaying in her mind.
"Before I jumped into that rift in space and time, I thought my life would turn upside down, just like the protagonists did in those novels I used to read. Status, power, money, and most importantly, hotties in thongs. Yet, what is this situation?"
She groaned, remembering her embarrassing entry into the new world.
"The moment I got flung out from the rift, the first thing I did was get a mouthful of irradiated sand. That wasn't so bad, despite how it looked. I could swallow the embarrassment. After all, my seniors all started from the bottom."
Her frustration grew as she recalled the giant staring at her.
"Of course, that was the least of my problems. The moment I looked up, I saw a g*ddamn giant staring at me with those bloodred eyes of his. I almost had a heart attack thinking I had actually transmigrated to a universe where there is only war, and the giant was a lackey of the four big bad thugs."
She shuddered at the memory.
"Luckily, he wasn't. But did that make my situation any better? Nope. I almost died from radiation and toxin poisoning. Luckily, I was saved by that g*ddamn psycho."
She sighed, thinking about what had followed.
"What happened next made me think that what the Austrian painter with the mustache did was cute compared to what that bloody apocalypse had to offer. But I didn't come back without benefits. Just the lifespan of 244 years was more than enough to make it all worth it, not to mention the 3 million dollars."
She glanced at the man on the balcony while pouting, frustration bubbling up again.
"But just as I was enjoying the fruits of my labor, I had the misfortune of encountering a bunch of lust-filled gangsters. My initial idea was to beat them up to the point that they would have to be admitted to the hospital for a few months."
She shook her head, recalling the gruesome scene.
"Yet that Idiot psycho of mine went and killed them all without batting an eye, crushing their skulls into meat paste. For f*ck's sake, he even decapitated the leader with his bare hand. HIS BARE HAND!"
Hope sighed deeply, running her hands through her messy hair.
"That was the moment I truly understood what kind of monster Dracula truly was. But if I said I could have had it easy without him, I would be lying. Just the selling of gold without him could have gone wrong in so many ways."
She clenched her fists, feeling a mix of anger and confusion just thinking about all the absolute cluster f*cks that could have happened for her both In the apocalypse and In her own world.
No matter how she hated to admit It without Dracula she would have died right there and then and even If she somehow survived thanks to the omnipotent plot armor she would have most likely either become the mutated abominations s*it or a g*ddamn s*x slave just like that woman which Is a fate far worse than death.
Just thinking about this made Hope shudder In fright.
"Yet what bugs me the most was the fact I ended up getting d*uged by a g*ddamn second-generation rich loser and having a g*ddamn f*cking marathon with that nutjob of mine.''
Hope cursed only to bite her lip In frustration.
''But I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it."
Her face flushed as she remembered the night, the conflicting emotions making her head spin.
"What the hell is wrong with me?"
She muttered, rustling her hair while cursing at the top of her lungs. The chaos of her thoughts mirrored the chaos of the room, leaving her feeling even more overwhelmed.
...
MC POV
As I stared at the endless sea I couldn't help but ponder what was Hope to me?
I didn't believe In love It was just a bunch of chemicals getting released by my brain, It would eventually fade away.
But at the same time, just the thought of seeing her with another man Infuriated me to no end.
It made me want to make the whole world burn, this was clearly my possessive nature kicking In.
To accept or not to accept?
This was the question that I kept pondering once Hope couldn't go on anymore, as for me well, I was barely drained.
"You know what f*ck It, she belongs to me and only me, It doesn't matter If I truly love her or not"
I muttered as I threw away my cigarette bud and opened the balcony door only to see Hope staring at me, her eyes studying every inch of my body.
HOPES POV
As Hope's eyes met with Draculas she couldn't help but notice that the way he looked at her changed considerably.
If before he looked at her as his employer that he would gladly f*ck If given the opportunity, now he looked at her with eyes filled with crazy possessiveness that demanded that she would only belong to him and no one else.
She really believed that If any male just looked at her the wrong way Dracula would rip the poor sod In half on the spot.
But there was something else In those so inhuman yet at the same time so captivating eyes, she could see the lust for her burning as hot as hell Itself, she could tell he wanted to ravage her in any way he could think of right here and now.
Yet she could tell by his body language that he seemed to be restraining himself pretty well, all things considered.
MC POV
"Take out the duffle bag, I need the mini blood transfusion device to fix your body"
I said with my usual emotionless voice which caused Hope to frown at my lack of emotions, but she did as told, with a wave of her hand the duffle bag popped Into existence, as It did I quickly found the device.
"Give me your arm"
I said as I sat down on the bed, causing It to creak from my weight only to see Hope's frown deepen as she looked at me with those purple displeased at my manner of speaking eyes of hers.
"Please"
I muttered this time with a softer tone as I extended my hand.
"That's more like It asshole and by the way you were way too rough last night!"
Hope said being the usual self.