A small girl was gently patting the knee of the injured boy… Thermite.
“Are you okay? Does it hurt?”
The name of the girl who asks with concern is Eleonora Rainblad. She was a descendant of vampires, but Thermite calls her Elena.
She took out the disinfectant and put it on the gauze picked with tweezers.
“Don’t worry. I’m fine, this much is nothing.”
He said, holding in the pain.
She put the gauze on the wound where the bleeding had no stopped.
Thermite’s face twisted, as if the disinfectant had soaked into it. Tears started to well up in the corner of his eyes.
“You don’t have to do this, okay? If it hurts, you can just say it hurts, okay?”
“I, I’m okay. It really doesn’t hurt at all…”
Thermite’s eyes were suddenly drawn to Elena’s lips.
Her pale pink lips pouted as she concentrated on disinfecting the wound.
It was pretty as a flower bud. They are as soft as they look. If I touched them, they would melt. I couldn’t help but forget myself.
Elena tilted her head, as if she had noticed Thermite’s gaze.
“What’s wrong?”
“No, um…”
“You’ve been staring at my lips for a while now…”
He said that, and Elena guessed something and clapped her hand.
“Ah, I see. Maybe I should have disinfected it with this over here?”
Elena stuck out the tip of her tongue.
“N, no, no, no. Th, th, th, that’s not it! I don’t think that at all!”
“Hmm.”
She looked at him suspiciously, as if she didn’t believe Thermite’s explanation.
“As for me, I’m willing to do it if Teru asks me to.”
She winked and stuck out her tongue.
A little devil’s temptation. Thermite swallowed his saliva with a gulp.
The dark red tongue shining on the peach-colored lips. I wonder what it would feel like to have that tongue tending to my wound.
It’s not the same as applying disinfectant soaked in gauze. It might be difficult to apply the treatment while sitting down. I wondered if she would have to kneel on the spot for her to put her mouth on the wound?
It was immoral for her to kneel down when she had such a graceful appearance. It might be a painful position to just kneel. She would place her small hands on Thermite’s thighs. She would put her lips on the wound as if to seal a covenant, a devotional service.
Although it was a praiseworthy act of tending to a wound, the sight was somehow lewd, immoral, and alluring enough to excite him.
Blood seeped from the wound and her crimson tongue twisted around. In her mouth, her saliva and his own blood started to mingle and melt into one, and her small throat gulped it down.
The exchange of bodily fluids in the name of disinfection. Her saliva seeped into his body through the wound, and his own blood mingled with hers.
He shook his head, thinking to that extent. He hurriedly kicked the thought out of his head before his imagination could accelerate.
“No, it’s okay! It’s really okay!”
“…Really?”
Sullenly, Elena went back to patch him up.
She looked somewhat disappointed, and his conscience tightened.
…I may have come on too strong. This is as if I’m saying that I’m not attracted to Elena as a member of the opposite sex.
I may have hurt her pride by putting my own selfishness first.
It was foolish. I was thoughtless. I hurt her to protect my petty pride. I turned away from my own feelings as well.
I have to tell her. I have to tell her that I didn’t really mean it. I know that I find Elena really attractive.
When he thought about it, his own mouth started to move on its own.
“Um… If I get injured again, can I ask for your help then?”
“…Is this what you mean?”
Thermite turned his face away from Elena, who pointed to her tongue in a sly manner.
“Uuu… I’m so embarrassed, please don’t make me say too much…”
Elena’s cheeks relaxed, because it was funny to see him turn red all the way to his ears.
“Mou, you really are a meanie. I don’t want you to get injured anymore.”
Her words were accusatory, but her expression was somehow calm. Her cheeks were slightly tinted, and her moist scarlet eyes stared at Thermite.
Doki. A racing heartbeat.
He couldn’t take his eyes off Elena’s lips. Her pale pink lips seemed to be begging for something, and the instinct in Thermite was screaming at him to seal them.
Gulp. Saliva seeped into his dry throat. I wonder what would happen to me if I were to lock lips with Elena and exchange saliva. I wondered what would happen to me.
While the poison of desire was spreading throughout his body, what little reason he had left posed a question.
–Ah, why am I here in the first place?
A small girl was gently patting the knee of the injured boy… Thermite.
“Are you okay? Does it hurt?”
The name of the girl who asks with concern is Eleonora Rainblad. She was a descendant of vampires, but Thermite calls her Elena.
She took out the disinfectant and put it on the gauze picked with tweezers.
“Don’t worry. I’m fine, this much is nothing.”
He said, holding in the pain.
She put the gauze on the wound where the bleeding had no stopped.
Thermite’s face twisted, as if the disinfectant had soaked into it. Tears started to well up in the corner of his eyes.
“You don’t have to do this, okay? If it hurts, you can just say it hurts, okay?”
“I, I’m okay. It really doesn’t hurt at all…”
Thermite’s eyes were suddenly drawn to Elena’s lips.
Her pale pink lips pouted as she concentrated on disinfecting the wound.
It was pretty as a flower bud. They are as soft as they look. If I touched them, they would melt. I couldn’t help but forget myself.
Elena tilted her head, as if she had noticed Thermite’s gaze.
“What’s wrong?”
“No, um…”
“You’ve been staring at my lips for a while now…”
He said that, and Elena guessed something and clapped her hand.
“Ah, I see. Maybe I should have disinfected it with this over here?”
Elena stuck out the tip of her tongue.
“N, no, no, no. Th, th, th, that’s not it! I don’t think that at all!”
“Hmm.”
She looked at him suspiciously, as if she didn’t believe Thermite’s explanation.
“As for me, I’m willing to do it if Teru asks me to.”
She winked and stuck out her tongue.
A little devil’s temptation. Thermite swallowed his saliva with a gulp.
The dark red tongue shining on the peach-colored lips. I wonder what it would feel like to have that tongue tending to my wound.
It’s not the same as applying disinfectant soaked in gauze. It might be difficult to apply the treatment while sitting down. I wondered if she would have to kneel on the spot for her to put her mouth on the wound?
It was immoral for her to kneel down when she had such a graceful appearance. It might be a painful position to just kneel. She would place her small hands on Thermite’s thighs. She would put her lips on the wound as if to seal a covenant, a devotional service.
Although it was a praiseworthy act of tending to a wound, the sight was somehow lewd, immoral, and alluring enough to excite him.
Blood seeped from the wound and her crimson tongue twisted around. In her mouth, her saliva and his own blood started to mingle and melt into one, and her small throat gulped it down.
The exchange of bodily fluids in the name of disinfection. Her saliva seeped into his body through the wound, and his own blood mingled with hers.
He shook his head, thinking to that extent. He hurriedly kicked the thought out of his head before his imagination could accelerate.
“No, it’s okay! It’s really okay!”
“…Really?”
Sullenly, Elena went back to patch him up.
She looked somewhat disappointed, and his conscience tightened.
…I may have come on too strong. This is as if I’m saying that I’m not attracted to Elena as a member of the opposite sex.
I may have hurt her pride by putting my own selfishness first.
It was foolish. I was thoughtless. I hurt her to protect my petty pride. I turned away from my own feelings as well.
I have to tell her. I have to tell her that I didn’t really mean it. I know that I find Elena really attractive.
When he thought about it, his own mouth started to move on its own.
“Um… If I get injured again, can I ask for your help then?”
“…Is this what you mean?”
Thermite turned his face away from Elena, who pointed to her tongue in a sly manner.
“Uuu… I’m so embarrassed, please don’t make me say too much…”
Elena’s cheeks relaxed, because it was funny to see him turn red all the way to his ears.
“Mou, you really are a meanie. I don’t want you to get injured anymore.”
Her words were accusatory, but her expression was somehow calm. Her cheeks were slightly tinted, and her moist scarlet eyes stared at Thermite.
Doki. A racing heartbeat.
He couldn’t take his eyes off Elena’s lips. Her pale pink lips seemed to be begging for something, and the instinct in Thermite was screaming at him to seal them.
Gulp. Saliva seeped into his dry throat. I wonder what would happen to me if I were to lock lips with Elena and exchange saliva. I wondered what would happen to me.
While the poison of desire was spreading throughout his body, what little reason he had left posed a question.
–Ah, why am I here in the first place?
