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The next morning, I woke up to the familiar weight of Jennie on top of me, her body draped over mine as she slept peacefully.
Her face was nestled into the crook of my neck, her warm breath brushing against my skin with every exhale. Jennie's legs were straddling my hips, her presence grounding me in the soft morning light.




It was only when I shifted slightly that I realized, with a quiet sound of surprise, that my dick was still buried inside her. The memory of the night before flickered through my mind, and I couldn't help but feel the tension of our closeness, her body still pressed intimately against me nakedly.




But that fleeting sense of peace quickly disappeared as the memories of the previous night flooded back. I remembered how I had slaughtered the family at the campsite...
The parents and grandparents of those two innocent children. Their blood had soaked into my skin, their terrified eyes burned into my memory as they watched in horror.




The weight of their fear and loss clung to me, suffocating.
What Jungkook had done to me... it had pushed me into a place I never thought I'd go. In front of those innocent eyes, I became something I never imagined, wild, rogue, driven by an uncontrollable hunger for human blood. My mind had spiraled, losing control, losing all sense of who I was. Yet now, after it all, I felt... better.




No madness, no lingering darkness claw at me.
It was as if Jennie had somehow pulled me back from the brink. That insatiable hunger for human blood, the madness, was all just gone. I couldn't shake the thought that it might be her holy power. The one tied to the ancient holy knife that could kill vampires, especially those who had gone berserk or had lived too long and wished to die.




Could that power have been what soothed the storm inside me? The theory hovered in my mind, but there was no certainty, only questions.
As I tried to gently lift Jennie's hips to free myself, she stirred. "Mmpf~" A soft moan escaped her lips, and instead of letting go, she clung to me even tighter, pulling me closer into her warmth. She was still half-asleep, but her body responded, as if refusing to let me go.




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