"Michaeu! I'll take you back to your room to rest! ”

"Oh......"

When my father led me to my room, my mind went blank and I didn't want to think about anything.

"Alright, sleep! Wake up and you won't care about it anymore! ”

Dad's statement is a bit strange, why is it "I won't care about it anymore" instead of "I will forget it"?

Hawkers, I don't have the energy to worry about it so much, I fell straight to the bed without taking off my coat, shoes and socks, and I'm too lazy to do anything.

However, he was immediately forcibly pulled up by his father and sorted out his clothes, and finally he stuffed them into the quilt.

At this moment, suddenly a man came in, it was John who was the butler, an uncle who looked to be thirty or forty years old, he was different from the other servants, a half-blood vampire made by his father, and for some reason, he still had a large jar in his hand.

"Sir! Master! ”

After bowing down and saying hello to us, he came over and put the jar next to the bed, and bowed again.

"I'll go out first!"

Then he actually went out, and the whole process was inexplicable.

"Michaeu! When you want to vomit, just spit in the jar, so you don't have to run to the bathroom! Also, if you are hungry and want to eat, tell the servants outside! Good night! After saying that, my father bent down and kissed me on the forehead, and went out too.

I'm used to being kissed by him or something, so I don't complain anymore, but after listening to what he said, I can't understand it even more.

Why do I feel like I'm going to throw up like that? How is this possible!

It's ridiculous! I didn't vomit after drinking blood twice and eating meat once, so what else is more exciting?

Don't you make it clear, bluff me, right?

……

I can't sleep for the time being, although my body doesn't want to move, but my mind is still relatively clear.

Because of this, I felt more and more pain, and the taste in my mouth was still there...... It's really ghostly!

I can't help it, I can only think about some good things.

And my dad seems to care a lot about the fact that I'm a virgin......

Could it be that he will find a woman to put me at my mercy?

Hey, hey, hey......

I don't know how I fell asleep, and that's not the point, because I literally lived five times a night when I woke up in a daze!

Don't doubt it! I, Michaeu Ignis, tell you very seriously and responsibly, five times! I counted it carefully!

It's a pity.

These five times are not the other five times......

I actually lived a miserable life of throwing up five times a night!

it! it! it!

Why didn't anyone tell me that it was going through this torment to be a vampire?

The night of turning over the river and the sea in my stomach is so painful that I doubt my life!

Due to the enhancement of my sense of consciousness after becoming a vampire, I can clearly feel the vigorous and hot energy in my body gushing out every time!

Probably thanks to the vampire's strong physique, I can hit every shot even in the midst of intense ups and downs! It can be spit into the jar accurately every time, which really saves a lot of trouble cleaning afterwards! I admire myself a little!

In the violent shaking of the bed, feeling the strong momentum of the three thousand feet flying in my mouth, I had to sigh, sure enough, vampires are different! It's so sour! Even vomiting is so shocking!

It's like being beaten with chicken blood, since the first time, it seems to have pierced a delicate film, and as if a certain boundary has been broken, I began to indulge in vomiting and couldn't extricate myself, and I couldn't stop anymore!

It can really be described as a climax, a wave of unevenness, and a wave of rise! In the end, it was possible to achieve the feat of five times in one night!

Every time I vomited, I was so hungry that I had to eat again, and then I started vomiting again after a nap, and I basically didn't digest what I ate!

To be honest, I threw up and collapsed......

A little vomit is terrifying!

Like my dad said, I really don't care about the disgusting smell of blood in my mouth anymore......

Too lazy to bother with it......

After going around and around, the night passed, and I was still hungry.

Just as I was about to ask the servant outside the door to fetch me something to eat, my father came in.

If you look at his wide eyes, you can guess that my current image should be able to be described as miserable.

He looked at me very distressedly, hugged me, and comforted me and encouraged me vigorously.

I was very moved, but he told me that these are normal things......

What else can I say?

If you don't adapt to the soil and water, I will obey you! Is it normal to vomit five times a night? Am I really as good as a kindergarten kid?

However, snuggling up in his arms, I felt less uncomfortable again.

When I recovered a little, he fed me the blood I had digested a second time.

I don't know if it was because the smell of blood was disgusting and irritating or because I was now hungry and tired and numb, but this time I became less resistant to it, although I still found it disgusting.

Because I was so hungry, I took the initiative to suck it when he felt that he was about to finish feeding, and my father was obviously shocked by me, so he fed me more blood.

Maybe I look like a child scared by a nightmare, and I must have looked naïve.

But, I don't care! I'm going to hold him! Dad's arms are much more comfortable than sleeping in bed!

Besides, there's nothing wrong with a son being dependent on his father!

Then I fell asleep in a daze, and fell asleep on his stomach for a long time.

When I woke up, although I was not refreshed, after all, I really had too much fun in bed last night, but my spirit did recover a lot.

Since he wasn't very hungry yet, he seemed to be aware of it, so he began to teach me some things I needed to know after becoming a vampire, such as etiquette, precautions, rules of life, and so on.

My dad made it easy to understand in his own words, and he put a lot of jokes in it, so I quickly mastered it, though I was not confident that I would be able to do it all.

After saying all that, he told me stories and jokes, and he really treated me like a little kid.

However, I don't mind being watched by him as a child, and I really enjoy the time lying on his lap and listening to him.

I don't know how long it took to be like this, but my stomach suddenly started to drum, well, the nightmare night started again......

Why don't I eat his digested blood at every meal, you ask?

You think I don't want to? Dad said that you can only eat once a day, you can increase the amount of feeding, but you can't increase the number of times.

What the? You're telling me not to eat?

Are you stupid? Are you hungry like this and still haven't eaten? It's really going to die!

And what you eat will still be digested and lost, which is better than having nothing in your stomach!

Also, who knows if you don't eat and get retched? It was so much more painful than normal vomiting!

The most important thing is that I'm starting to get used to it anyway......

I hate my ability to adapt!