For Sale. Fallen Lady. Never Used.

Chapter 254: Swoosh Swoosh (2)

Clatter.

The silver chains moved like a snake towards Iona with an eerie motion.

Of course, the speed was merely that of a platypus crawling on the ground. It wasn’t really meant to threaten Iona but just to create that impression.

Initially taken aback by the authenticity of the items, Iona quickly grasped the intention and began to flail her arms.

She knocked away a few chains and then offered her limbs voluntarily.

“Ah! Ah! The restraints are too strong!”

Despite her awkward cries and struggles, the chains only entangled more tightly with each movement.

Slowly pulling the chains, I fixed them onto the halo tombstone, naturally restraining Iona in a ‘T’ shape.

She tried to feign anger, but her lips kept twitching, suggesting I might not be the only one with high expectations.

Clad in just a cloak, I scanned Iona from top to bottom, noticing the change in her usual demeanor.

“Finally caught you.”

“Hmph! You may not know what I’ll do, but it won’t go as you think! Kill me!”

“I’m well aware of a vampire’s tenacity. If you’re hoping I’ll tire out midway, that’s a vain hope.”

“Ugh… What’s this? Yandel’s cold informal speech. Maybe that’s okay…”

Iona muttered in a soft voice. Always using honorifics, I wondered if informal speech would be okay, but she seemed to react positively.

Pretending to gently stroke Iona’s head as she kept it slightly bowed… I then firmly grasped her hair.

Gently, so as not to hurt, but with enough force to make her feel the indignity of being dragged.

Hanging from the restraints, I gazed directly into Iona’s face as she lifted her head.

Her bloodshot eyes pretended to be calm but trembled visibly, and her breathing had become slightly ragged.

In some ways, her attitude felt like feigned bravery, but in reality, she seemed scared.

Well… she might just be excited about the current situation, but it was important that it appeared that way.

I smirked slightly, then pulled out the next item from my inventory.

“What is this…?”

“A gag. It’s used to correct bad habits like making unnecessary comments or biting anyone carelessly, just like earlier.”

Though it looked like a regular leather gag, the biting part had a halo pattern decoration similar to the restraints.

This too was an exact replica of an item used by real vampire hunters.

Originally, if the tongue touched the halo part, it would feel like being burned, but this item lacked such a feature.

I had affixed tissue leftover from cultivating sensory-linked slime convincingly; it was a convenient tool that wouldn’t hurt the jaw or tongue even if held for a long time.

Maybe because it was indistinguishable from the real thing, Iona’s face paled slightly.

“Stay still.”

I commanded in a low voice, securing Iona’s head by holding her hair, and then brought the gag close with my other hand.

Realizing it was a fake, Iona relaxed her body and weakly struggled.

The feigned resistance was brief. Soon, pretending to be defeated, Iona let me put the gag in her mouth.

Then, I released Iona’s head and stepped back to observe.

Hanging in the restraints and gagged, Iona exuded a peculiar decadence, as if she had long released any repressed charm.

The disheveled hair from my grip and her defiantly flashing eyes contrasted with her body, which couldn’t move as she willed.

Clatter, clatter.

“Mm! Mmm!”

Iona struggled as if trying to escape, making muffled groans.

The exterior might seem plausible, but since it was made of ordinary materials, the durability was questionable. If Iona really wanted, she could break it and escape at any moment.

However, Iona desperately twisted her body as if utterly ensnared by these unbreakable chains.

The resulting shake of her chest was an added bonus. Or perhaps, she was shaking it on purpose?

While I pondered, tilting my head, I felt an overtly cautious gaze from Iona.

Hmm. It seems she’s fully immersed.

With a pleased smile, I nodded and spoke.

“Don’t look at me like that. I have my reasons.”

“Mmph! Mmmph!”

“Vampires are certainly troublesome. Not just their special abilities, but their vitality is too tenacious. Especially someone like you, a high-ranking individual, can’t really be killed by ordinary means.”

“Heh! Hehe.”

It was as if she was scoffing, ‘Yeah, right! What can you do?! What else can you do besides tying me up like this?!’

Silently, I lifted Iona’s chin.

More polite than when I grabbed her hair, but it made her feel even more unable to resist.

Crunch. Snap.

A threatening sound came from the gag, as if she wanted to bite off my hand.

…Is that okay?

No, if she really bit down hard, the gag itself would have broken. It must just be an act.

With a scoff, I continued.

“What’s the matter? It’s simple. If it’s hard to kill the body, then destroy the mind. It’s even better if I can extract useful information in the process.”

“Mmph! Mmmph!”

“You think it won’t go as you plan? Well… a vampire’s body may be tough, but your mind isn’t as resilient.”

Saying that, I slowly slid my hand down.

From her chin, down her slender neck, to her fragile collarbone that seemed it could break with just a little pressure, and then across her beautifully curved upper chest, my finger stopped at the first button.

Iona looked at me with doubtful eyes as if wondering, and then I smiled and pulled hard.

Crack!

Buttons flew in all directions. The torn front of her dress failed to do its job, exposing Iona’s pale flesh beneath.

The outer garment was completely ripped, leaving only her underwear barely intact.

Iona widened her eyes, seemingly unable to accept the current situation.

As I lightly pulled at the center of Iona’s bra, she desperately shook her head, trying to escape my grasp.

Of course, the chains merely clattered, not breaking.

Silent consent having been granted, let’s get started in earnest.

I buried my face in Iona’s cleavage and swept up with my tongue.

“Uh?!”

“Iona Francheska. A noble of the night, having lived over 300 years. An heir of the Old Blood.”

I whispered to Iona, who feigned a fit.

“Let’s see how long you can hold out.”

I wrapped a thin blade of magical energy around my fingertip and swiftly moved downward.

Swoosh!

In an instant, the upper and lower pieces of her underwear were cut through. I then stripped off the remnants of her barely clinging clothes.

All that was left was a loosely draped cloak, flaunting her pallid, bare skin.

“Uh… uhh…”

Iona slowly shook her head as if pleading, but her body, as if anticipating what was to come, erectly perked her nipples.

As Iona became excited, her allure intensified, making my mind reel momentarily. But having become accustomed to it, and considering it nothing compared to feeding on blood, I calmly reached out.

“Huh?!”

At a light tug on her nipple, Iona twitched. Her well-proportioned body swayed appealingly.

Pulling her nipple left made her body sway left, and pulling right made it sway right—a simple reaction.

Iona’s face flushed with embarrassment.

Oh, it’s just the beginning.

I momentarily let go of her nipple and then grabbed her ample chest, manipulating it.

“These chains move at my will. And now, you are bound by these chains.”

“Uh?”

Her rebellious gaze seemed to question, ‘So what?’ As I swept up her eyelid with my tongue, she shuddered in shock.

Relishing the slightly salty taste, I continued my explanation.

“It’s not just about preventing escape. Think of it as having even your freedom to change posture taken away by me. Like this.”

Swish.

With a flick of my finger, the chains busily moved, pulling on Iona’s limbs.

Her arms remained horizontal, but her legs spread into an M-shape, and her posture vulgarly thrust forward.

“Uh! Uh…!”

Iona struggled to cover her privates with her thighs, but such an angle was impossible to cover without breaking the chains.

I boldly reached out as Iona fervently wriggled her lower body.

Knowing my hand was heading towards her genitals, yet unable to do anything but watch.

Creak.

Finally, when my hand touched the soft flesh of her vulva, she squirmed even more loudly. The more she moved, the deeper my fingers penetrated.

The plump mound. My fingers slipped through the crevice, swiftly finding the vaginal opening.

Shlurp.

“Huh?!”

As I inserted my middle finger, Iona closed her eyes in a resigned expression.

It seemed like resignation, maybe conserving strength for later, or perhaps she was just enjoying it.

I watched her for a moment before inserting another finger.

Squish…

This time, she gave no reaction, maintaining a silent demeanor.

It was as if she was saying, ‘Go ahead, but I won’t show you the response you’re looking for.’

Since she was gagged, it was unclear what she truly felt.

I chuckled softly and slightly curved my finger. The hook-like fingertip dug into the most sensitive part of Iona’s vagina.

“Uh… uh… uh?!”

Despite everything, Iona couldn’t help but react, her body trembling. Feeling the late trickling of fluids wetting my hand, I opened my mouth.

“Vampires are said to experience immense pleasure while sucking blood. I’ve been curious about something for a while.”

“…”

“What does it feel like for a vampire when they suck blood? Is it just as pleasurable? Or is it merely painful? Or perhaps… incredibly painful?”

“Uh? Uh… uh?!”

Perhaps realizing what I was about to do, Iona struggled violently with my fingers still inserted.

Naturally, every movement rubbed her inside, but she didn’t stop.

It’s not actually painful for a vampire to be fed on. Nor is it particularly pleasurable…

It’s something like a display of affection and trust.

Like a wolf showing it cares by holding its partner’s head in its mouth without biting.

I secured Iona’s vulva from the inside and slowly brought my mouth to her slender neck.

“Bon appétit.”

Crunch.

As I lightly bit down, droplets of blood welled up from Iona. There wasn’t much blood, but it felt too harsh to bite harder, so I decided to suck strongly.

Slurp, slurp.

Of course, being human, it tasted somewhat acrid to me, not particularly delicious.

But for Iona.

“Uh… uh… uh… oh❤️”

Her waist arched like a bow.