Not good.
It's really not good.
Irene face had turned a sickly pale color at this moment, and she looked just like a real vampire.
Priscilla is not in the dormitory, and now only Miku Izayoi and she are in the dormitory.
And Miku Izayoi was the one who triggered her blood-sucking urge.
This is even worse.
"Then, I'll leave that apple for you to eat."
She maintained her calmness on the surface, and said with a trembling voice, "I'm going back to my room first, to rest for a while."
"Are you okay?"
Although Irena tried her best to hide it, Miku Izayoi was still keenly aware of her abnormality.
She took the fruit plate and looked at her suspiciously: "Why are you sweating? Are you feeling unwell?"
"I'm fine, no, don't worry."
Irene wiped the sweat from her forehead and waved her hand: "This happens to me every month. I just need to take a break."
"Ah, I see."
Seeing Irene abnormal behavior, Miku Izayoi was initially wondering what had happened.
But soon, she seemed to have thought of something and looked as if she had suddenly realized something.
"Today... is it the day this month when your relatives come to visit?" Miku Izayoi asked. "To be honest, you gave me the impression that you are the type who would carry a knife and fight with others even if your relatives come. I didn't expect you to be unexpectedly slender."
When Irene heard Miku Izayoi start talking about blood, her breathing suddenly became heavier.
Seeing her expression slightly distorted as she was trying hard to hold back something, Miku Izayoi looked at her with a hint of pity.
It has been nearly half a year since she traveled through time.
She had adapted to the female body in the first world she traveled through.
However, she had never experienced menstruation.
Perhaps it was because the human girl body had been fused with the selfual crystal, causing her body to stop developing, which kept her period out of the door.
Although she had never experienced her period knocking on the door, she had heard many times about the pain that women faced during this period, so she was very grateful that the self girl would not be knocked on the door by her period.
"Don't guess blindly, it's not that kind of thing." Irene explained vaguely, "After my physique was transformed, I no longer have that kind of thing."
"Huh? Isn't it?" Miku Izayoi asked in surprise, "Didn't you just say that there is one every month?"
Irene was speechless for a moment.
She also realized that what she had just said could be misunderstood.
"Well, if you don't want to tell me, I won't force you."
Miku Izayoi was holding a fruit plate and chewing a juicy apple while saying, "I invited too many girl last night, so I didn't sleep well. I'm going to catch up on my beauty sleep first. Remember to wake me up when Priscilla comes back."
After saying this, without waiting for Irene's agreement, as if he was issuing an order rather than a request, he walked into his bedroom without looking back.
Irene was not displeased at all, but instead breathed a sigh of relief.
Miku Izayoi had just gotten up, still wearing a thin lace pajamas, with large areas of her snow-white skin exposed.
To the extremely bloodthirsty Irene, this guy seemed like a top-quality 5A steak dangling in front of her.
She has reached her limit having been able to endure until now.
"Why is the urge to suck blood so strong this time?"
She staggered into Priscilla room. The unusual itchiness from her fangs made her roll around restlessly on the bed.
The familiar smell of her sister on the soft bed made her feel a little better.
She turned on the terminal and dialed Priscilla number.
After a short wait, the communication was connected.
"Sister, what's the matter?"
"Priscilla, how long will it take for you to come back?"
"Sister, are you suffering from blood thirst again?"
Hearing Irene's bad tone, Priscilla, as her younger sister, immediately understood what happened: "There's a traffic jam on the road. It may take me an hour to get back now. Can you hold on?"
"The urge to suck blood this time is a little too strong. I may not be able to hold on for that long."
"Why is this happening? Wasn't everything fine yesterday?"
"It's just... I was a little stimulated..."
"Then there's nothing we can do. You should ask Miku for help." Priscilla said helplessly, "Actually, Miku has a good personality. She's not as bad as your sister says."
"Forget it, you continue shopping, I'll figure it out my self."
When Irene heard this suggestion from her sister, she knew that she couldn't rely on her this time.
Without letting Priscilla come back, she hung up the phone and lay back down on the bed.
She knew Miku Izayoi character very well.
If I ask her to suck my blood this time, I don't know what I'll have to pay next time to repay the favor.
"Even if I, Irene, die and jump from here, I will never suck a sip of her blood!"
She suppressed her restlessness and swore a solemn oath in her heart.
But swearing was of no help to his situation.
She bit Priscilla pillow unconsciously, leaving holes in it.
The abundant saliva also stained the pillow, but the itching at the roots of the canine teeth showed no sign of abating.
She closed her eyes tightly, her whole body trembling, and prayed that the urge to suck blood would pass quickly.
In the past, when she was still living in the Rewolf Black Institute, she was often locked up in the confinement room by Dirk .
In that dark, small cell, she also had the experience of experiencing the urge to suck blood in that situation.
But she endured it all.
As long as you can persist, even if you don't suck blood, the urge to suck blood will gradually subside and eventually disappear.
After an unknown amount of time, she opened her bloodshot eyes.
The cold sweat soaked my clothes and even seeped into the sheets.
However, the urge to suck blood has indeed been weakened a lot.
"Fortunately, I managed to endure it this time."
She laughed with difficulty.
I looked at the time. Half an hour had passed since I ended the call with Priscilla.
This time, the blood-sucking urge lasted longer and more intensely than before.
Normally I could endure it for about ten minutes at most, but this time it took three times as long.
"It's been half an hour. The woman should have fallen asleep by now."
For some reason, this idea suddenly popped into her mind.
As this thought emerged, she couldn't help but once again recall the scene that triggered her urge to suck blood.
Miku Izayoi sat on her lap, her hands around her neck, wearing a thin nightgown, her body temperature and body fragrance came to her...
Irene covered her mouth in despair.
Deep in the roots of her canine teeth, the familiar itch appeared again.