My Harem of Dangerous and Crazy Women as a Reincarnated Necromancer-Chapter 43: The Vampire Drains Men and Not Just of Blood

Mark screamed, his eyes snapping open as he felt the woman’s fangs sink deep into his flesh.

"Shit!"

The pain was intense, like two burning knives driving into his skin.

But his cry was enough to signal that something had gone wrong.

In an instant, both Yuki and Vorax moved to defend him.

Yuki appeared out of nowhere beside the woman, materializing from the shadows with her dagger already in hand, and in one fluid, precise motion pressed the blade against the woman’s throat, pushing just hard enough that a thin line of blood began to form.

"Get your filthy fangs out of my Master’s shoulder," Yuki ordered coldly. "Now."

At the same time, Vorax shot out from inside Mark’s robe, his gelatinous, viscous body expanding rapidly.

The slime wrapped around the woman’s body in an instant, trapping her completely from the neck down.

Caught completely off guard, the woman wrenched her fangs from Mark’s shoulder with a choked gasp, Mark’s blood still dripping from her lips.

The vampire looked around with wide eyes.

"What the hell?" she cried, her voice mixing surprise and fury. "Where the fuck did you two come from?"

Mark got to his feet quickly, stumbling slightly as he backed away from the now-immobilized woman on the forest floor.

His heart pounded violently in his chest, adrenaline racing through his veins like liquid fire.

’Shit... that was too close. Way too damn close.’

Mark brought a hand to his shoulder, feeling warm blood sliding down his skin.

The pain throbbed with every heartbeat, and when he pulled his hand away, it was completely red.

"Damn it."

He examined the wound more closely — two perfectly round puncture marks still bleeding, blood running down his arm and staining his robe.

’She has fangs...’

Mark raised his eyes toward the woman lying on her back.

Only her head was free. Yuki kept the dagger firmly pressed against the vampire’s throat, ready to cut at any moment.

The woman looked between Yuki and Vorax with a mix of surprise and confusion.

Mark studied her red eyes.

Her sharp fangs stained with his blood.

The marks on his shoulder.

The eleven drained corpses they had found the day before.

’So she was a vampire... Of course she’s a damn vampire. How did I not see it before?’

Red eyes.

The story about being attacked in the woods.

Showing up naked in the middle of the night.

It had all been a trap.

A trap to lower his guard.

And it worked.

Mark clenched his teeth, feeling rage and shame mixing together.

’I thought with my dick and it almost cost me my life.’

When the initial shock passed, the vampire began to smile.

A playful, seductive smile that revealed her blood-stained fangs — his blood.

"I was just getting to the best part," she purred, licking her lips and savoring what remained. "I would have preferred not to be interrupted."

She tilted her head slightly despite the dagger at her throat.

Her red eyes shone with amusement as they traveled over Mark from head to toe.

"Or didn’t you enjoy filling me with your cum?" she asked provocatively, her voice thick with seduction. "I felt your warm cum inside me. I felt every throb of your cock while you filled me."

Mark looked at her with a dry expression.

’This bitch actually thinks she can still seduce me. After trying to drain me to death.’

"Yeah, sure, it was great," he replied sarcastically. "But I’d rather not end up completely dried out like the others."

He gestured vaguely toward where Yuki had piled the bodies the night before.

"You know. Those eleven guys you turned into human raisins."

The vampire blinked, caught off guard by his response.

Then she burst out laughing.

A loud, almost manic laugh that echoed through the forest clearing, sending several birds flying from the nearby trees.

"So you knew!?" she exclaimed, her eyes gleaming. "How fascinating! And you still slept with me!"

She licked her lips again, savoring his blood.

"I have to admit that turns me on even more," she purred. "A man who knows I’m dangerous and risks it anyway... that’s... delicious."

Mark didn’t respond. He just watched her with a flat expression.

’This woman is completely insane...’

Noticing his silence, her smile widened.

"Come on, admit it," she taunted. "It was incredible, wasn’t it? My body. My tight pussy wrapped around your hard cock. The way I moaned while you fucked me."

She bit her lower lip seductively.

"And your blood... it tastes absolutely divine," she added in a deliberately provocative tone. "You know, I have an idea... want to try mine? We could trade. You drink from me, I drink from you. It would be fucking thrilling."

Mark simply looked at her, unimpressed.

’Does she seriously think this is going to work?’

Then, without warning, the vampire began chanting a spell.

Mark watched as her red eyes blazed with greater intensity, the air around her condensing with magical power.

Small sparks of energy appeared around her head.

"Fireball!" she shouted, her voice resonating with arcane force.

Mark instinctively stepped back, bracing to dodge.

But nothing happened.

No flames.

No explosion.

No heat.

Nothing.

The vampire frowned, confused.

"What...?"

She tried again, concentrating harder.

"Ice Lance!"

Nothing.

Not even frost in the air.

"Grand Lightning!"

Nothing.

"Wind Burst!"

Nothing.

"Chains of Darkness!"

Nothing.

Her eyes grew wider and wider with panic as she tried one spell after another.

She could feel her magic inside her, the energy flowing through her veins — but every time she tried to manifest it, it simply vanished.

As if something were absorbing it before it could take form.

"What the hell!?" she screamed, glaring at Mark with fury and fear. "What did you do to me? What kind of spell is this?"

Mark smiled, crossing his arms as he watched her struggle uselessly.

"I didn’t do a single thing," he said calmly.

The vampire stared at him in disbelief.

"Liar!" she screamed. "You did something! My magic isn’t working! Give it back right now or I swear I’ll—!"

"Allow me to clarify the situation," a deep, resonant voice interrupted.

It was Vorax.

The slime enveloping her body pulsed slightly with energy.

"While I am wrapped around you," he explained calmly, "I am continuously draining your magical power. Every time you attempt to cast a spell, I absorb the energy before it can manifest. In essence, you are completely incapable of using magic while you are in contact with me."

The slime paused briefly.

"It’s quite a useful ability, I must say. Especially against mages and magical creatures such as yourself."

The vampire fell silent for a moment.

Her expression shifted through surprise, disbelief, fear... and finally fury.

"Disgusting filthy slime!" she screamed, thrashing violently inside Vorax’s grip. "Let me go right now! Let me go or I swear I’ll—!"

"And exactly what will you do?" Vorax asked curiously. "You cannot use magic. You cannot move. And my companion has a dagger at your throat."

The vampire snarled, baring her fangs.

"When I get out of here, I’ll kill you all!" she threatened. "I’ll drain you to the last drop! Starting with that damn slime!"

"What colorful vocabulary," Vorax remarked calmly.

She kept insulting and struggling, but stopped dead when she noticed Mark walking toward her.

His steps were slow and deliberate, his boots crushing dry leaves with every step.

And he had a smile on his face.

A chill ran down the vampire’s spine.

There was something in Mark’s gaze that made her feel small and vulnerable.

Almost as if she were the prey.

Mark knelt beside her and looked her directly in the eyes.

His smile widened slightly.

"Now then," he said in a low, dangerous voice, each word weighted with menace, "let’s talk about what I’m going to do with you."

The vampire swallowed, feeling something she hadn’t felt in a very long time.

Fear.