I Want to Break Free from the Vampire’s Blood Bag

Let’s Do That Thing

An antique mansion that looks like it’s from a movie.

Numerous Gothic-style window frames each project their patterns onto the corridor.

Unlike the prejudice that vampires would live in bat-like castles, this place was decorated like a human noble’s mansion.

A day with pleasant sunshine pouring down.

I stood in front of the most antique-looking door in the mansion.

“This sucks. Sigh.”

Vampires hate water, hate garlic, hate sunlight.

While somewhat true, that’s not the case here.

Vampires can manipulate magical power in exchange for blood, and through this they can block out things like sunlight.

Think it’s an unrealistic setting?

I, Lee Ha-yu, was possessed into this unrealistic game.

It’s been 10 years already.

Just another derivative work with the cliché theme of conflict and harmony between demon and celestial races.

Without even properly playing it, and before I could even create a character, I was possessed right after pressing start game.

And as a vampire’s servant, no less.

No, as a blood bag.

-clunk.

After catching my breath, I opened the door.

What I faced was truly seductive and elegant.

“You’re here?”

Red eyes matching her deep black hair, even the black gothic dress she’s wearing seems to exist just for her.

Arein S. Asphodel, she has the perfect appearance of a vampire.

If there’s any flaw, it’s that unlike the public perception of vampires, she’s excessively beautiful.

I clear my throat and throw out a formal greeting.

“You called for me?” “You worked hard yesterday.”

Her voice is cold but even that feels mysterious.

“Not at all.”

Usually, she rarely mentions the time of blood drinking.

It’s because as a blood bag, this somewhat barbaric physical relationship is considered something I should naturally do.

Therefore, it was a reasonable inference that Rein was in a good mood to say those words.

“Should we try doing it in your room next time?”

“…If the master were to hear about this, it would be a huge problem.”

“I’m joking.”

They say some humans with peculiar tastes or those who worship Satan consider this act glorious.

What’s so good about this?

Giving blood to your vampire master is on a completely different level from getting bitten by mosquitoes.

Let’s say I endure the relatively high pain through sheer willpower.

The problem is that just when the previous wound barely heals, it’s time for blood drinking again.

Since Rein always insists on the same spot, this isn’t very pleasant for the one being bitten.

‘Would something terrible happen if she bit somewhere else?’

I am her eternal servant, servant, and subordinate.

But among all that, the hardest thing to endure is something else.

Free meals.

Blood bags don’t have the right to eat freely.

Regular meals are once a week after blood drinking.

The only time I can eat completely freely is when she goes to the Academy, about once a month.

To supply good blood, blood bags must eat only green and yellow vegetables except for that day.

I’m not sure if it aligns with modern medicine, but in this world, this theory is strongly upheld.

To them, blood bags are slaves and objects, so there’s no need for consideration.

Above all, they say the blood of humans who eat meat doesn’t taste good from the vampire’s perspective.

As I was considering whether to bring this up, Rein beat me to it.

“Do you have something to say?”

I hesitated and changed the subject.

“No. Is there another reason you called for me?”

“I have something to say about the upcoming Academy.”

Academy.

A place that serves the role of a school in the fantasy world.

Knights, magicians, bards, future heroes – they all study and grow at their respective universities and academies.

The problem is that for me, Academy doesn’t just mean academics.

Because I can only eat properly when that woman goes to the Academy.

“I’ll be going with you this semester.”

“What??”

I’m going to the Academy?

Something I had buried in the depths of my memory resurfaced.

The cheesy text written on the game pack in CD form, which was practically an antique at the time.

Travel the fantasy world that will unfold before you!

※3 endings are prepared.

·Attend the Imperial Academy and interact with royalty and nobles! ·Defeat the Demon King with your strengthened character! ·You might get caught in the center of chaos, in the midst of rebellion, in the vortex of the empire!

It was something like that.

What chance does a mere vampire’s servant like me have of defeating the Demon King?

Plus, being of the demon race, I won’t get involved in any imperial turmoil or whatever.

Among them, what I thought was the least likely was entering the Academy.

But now this path has opened up.

This was hope that finally, after 10 years of slavery, the game might progress.

“Knights bring their subordinates, right? So the magic division decided to have assistant servants too.”

“And that would be me?”

“Don’t you want to?”

“No, how could someone inadequate like me… I don’t know where to put myself…”

Answer within 1 second. That’s how I was trained. Like Pavlov’s dog.

“Right. It’s an honor, isn’t it? It’s an Academy directly run by the Imperial family, you know.”

‘Imperial…’

By the way, the conflict between the Empire and demon race is a cliché development in games.

Vampires strictly belong to the demon race category.

So how can a demon race enter the Imperial Academy?

As if reading my thoughts, Rein grumbled calmly.

“They say it’s some kind of exchange student program with the demon race for goodwill.”

“I see.”

“Still, mixing with lowly humans might cause some unfortunate incidents, right?”

I want to record this line and play it at the Academy entrance ceremony.

That would instantly guarantee getting bullied.

“That’s why I decided to bring you.”

Normally, vampires bring their blood bag servants around.

Maybe because I’m an outsider from another world. There were evaluations that my blood is superior.

They say both the taste and quality are first-class.

The fact that I, a powerless human, could still survive until now was ultimately because of that blood.

Rein must have read my bewildered face, as she muttered in a low voice as if doing me a favor.

“Since it’s away from home. I’ll let you eat once a week.”

“Re…ally?”

“Yeah. You really love eating despite how you look, huh?”

Saying that, she took a small spoonful of coffee syrup-coated gelato and put it in her small mouth.

‘It’s so annoying how she eats it sparingly.’

I unconsciously gulped down saliva.

A dessert that size, I could eat it in one, no, two bites.

‘Today’s meal is ruined starting with dessert.’

Before being possessed, I was never a big eater.

But just as even underweight people develop a strong appetite when they enter training camp.

When freedom was taken away, the proportion of appetite among the three basic desires grew larger.

“Anyway, that’s how it is, so organize all my luggage and load it in the carriage. We need to leave early tomorrow.”

“……”

My gaze was sold only on the ice cream.

In the original world, they give you two choco pies just for donating blood.

Having just had the transfusion time yesterday, sweet things were visually fatal.

“Ha-yu.”

If I clear the game, will I be able to return?

“Ha-yu?”

The Academy was definitely one of the ending branch points in the game explanation.

I’m not sure if I can already get my hopes up.

When I return to the original world, what should I do first……

“Lee Ha-yu!”

“Yes?!”

When I came to my senses, Rein was smiling warmly.

‘I’m screwed.’

Looking at her mouth corners, she’s definitely angry.

“Come to think of it, today was your free meal day.”

Since we had blood drinking time yesterday, today was my turn for the long-awaited free meal.

But Rein is angry.

‘Oh please.’

“The master said it. A whip is the medicine for those who don’t listen to their owner.”

Yeah, just give me the whip instead!

I just hoped she wouldn’t take away my meal rights.

My age before possession was 27.

So I remember the taste of chicken, the taste of delivery food, everything.

But because of this woman, I’ve been forced into fasting for 10 years.

“I’m not fond of violence, so I should give you a different punishment, right?”

“I’m, I’m sorry.”

“Too late.”

Only a merciless answer awaited my belated apology.

“Ah!”

-clap!

Rein smiled brightly as if she had a good idea and clapped her hands.

“Should we have baby food after a long time?”

As if soothing a baby.

My heart sinks with a thud.

‘This crazy woman.’

Baby food.

Right. That porridge that babies eat.

It’s porridge but tastes terrible and even takes away the crunchy texture that vegetables have.

I had to eat it for two weeks before when I made a mistake.

She sucks my blood but no nutrients come in.

Along with the humiliation, I suffered from anemia during the day and hunger pangs at night.

The extreme pain of being pushed to the brink of starvation.

“Lady Rein, I, I couldn’t even eat properly last week……”

“Shouldn’t you call me Master? You’ve developed bad habits lately because I’ve been treating you well?”

In this mansion, only I can call Arein “Rein.”

I don’t know the reason well either.

I just do it because she tells me to.

And now Rein’s mood has gotten worse so I need to match it.

“Master. Please bestow your mercy.”

“…There’s no desperation.”

Humiliation play can’t be helped.

In a life deprived of freedom, the once-a-month meal is precious.

Perseverance leads to victory.

I don’t care which is the bad ending, sad ending, or happy ending.

What’s certain is that the door to the Academy ending has opened.

To achieve that, I first need to eat well to survive.

“Hmm…… How should I punish you.”

Rein quietly closed her eyes.

She was so damn pretty that even that pose was like a painting.

Damn. If only her personality was even one-tenth as nice as her looks.

-clap.

Geez.

Rein opened her eyes with a flash and clapped her delicate hands once again.

“Guests will arrive soon, right? Should we do that?”

“That…thing?”

A chill ran through me even though I didn’t have a cold.