Mob’s yandere !?

Returning from school never felt so dull.

It wasn't the first day I was walking back home, with a plastic which contained my dinner in hand, while practically thinking nothing sort of interesting.

It wasn't the first time Ryuuta had canceled any gaming plan since the time he started going on his work with his harem members, but still, the lack of fun we used to have in the past makes me a little sad.

Some people might suggest having more friends, but the problem was that I could tell when someone was faking their friendship and this ability of mine, helped me get rid of many of the kids in middle school.

I wasn't particularly picky, but when someone uses flowery words on the face and back bitches you like neighborhood aunty, I just couldn't stand it.

If it weren't for Ryuuta, I would have almost been sent a student to the hospital back in my final year of Middle-High. Not only that, he had stopped various of my fight when I used to get annoyed very easily.

It was a coincidence that he got busy when I finally instilled some senses inside of me, or I don't know how many kids I have traumatized until now. 

This was one of the reasons why I prefer solitary since meeting and hanging out with people seems nothing short of wasting time.

'Whom I complaining to...'

Sighing, I pressed the button of my apartment's lift as the door closed and opened only after taking me to the third floor.

Strolling with my whole face ignited with the drowning sun's hue, I stood in front of my flat with the key in my hand.

But suddenly, something caught up to my senses before another long sigh left my lips.

'What does she wants now...?'

If it was until school, then I could have tolerated it, but someone was eager to have a good beating before she could calm her tits.

Twisting the knob, I stepped inside as the peculiar smell of something fermented higher than before.

Turning my back, I started to arrange my food inside the fridge when I felt someone approaching me at a furious pace.

With my head still leaning as I placed milk in the container with my right hand, I pulled my left hand from the shopping bag before raising it above my head.

**DHAK** 

I felt a small and cold hand being caught in my grip, which was about to smash my head in two.

"It's rude to hit someone when they are arranging ration."

I felt quite a resistance from my grip as the weird girl tried to break free. Her strength was enough to pull someone's insides if she was to use stab her hand right into their stomach.

But I wasn't an ordinary being to suffer from such cute resistance. After I finally got done with my ration, I turned toward the person who was getting involved with me oddly today. 

"What is it you want from me ?"

Stood there while applying her utmost struggle to break free from my hold was the same platinum-haired transferred student who engraved holes on my back during classes.

Karen Futaba.

Right now, on closer inspection, her skin felt more paler than before, with her crimson eyes glowing slightly. Narrowing my gaze, I could see the two fangs in place of the canine, which made me clear about the race.

"You want my blood? Then you could have said so."

Suddenly the girl who was doing her utmost to release herself, halted her movements gradually as she stared at me in perplexion.

"You will ...let me have you?"

Well, it sounded hella misleading, but I didn't want to point it out, so, loosening my grip, I began to speak in a milder tone than before. 

"First, let's talk."

**Growl** 

As I turned, I again felt the older girl growling with her blood lust increasing toward me, but I was in no mood to play the catching thief game again, so this time...

**RUMBLE** 

"!!!"

I released a minimal amount of my own intent to let the girl know that her rules didn't bind me and that this place wasn't in her control.

It was merely a blink, but my intent was enough to make the hissing cat retract her claws as I heard her quiet footstep following me.

Just after the kitchen, which was beside the main entrance, I had a living room which is the most favorite part of my house.

Reason?

Of course, bean bag.

"Take a seat."

I directed the girl to take one of the bean bags since in my living room, apart from the ten bean bags, I only had a tv. 

The lady, despite acting like a savage cat some seconds ago, was now hesitating to sit on such a cheap thing, like a pure ojou-sama.

"I don't have anything else to give, or you might prefer my lap."

Hearing my remark, the white vampire glared but without bloodlust this time, before she landed on one of the lazy bags.

"Nice. Now, it's decided where I sleep today."

I said with a grin as I focused my perverted eyes on a specific place.

Was I flirting?

No, all these were naturally spouting out of my mouth since this was my first time having a girl over, and since the girl was far from the average human, I felt slightly comfortable speaking to her so casually.

"Hentai."

The girl pouted this time which was too adorable?

"Hey, you can make those faces too?"

Since the time I have seen her, I have only received her glares, so suddenly; these cute antics caught me off guard.

But I guess it was a bad idea to give her a heads up since the pout disappeared in an instant, and again those glares....

"Okay then, Futaba-san. Tell me about yourself first before I decide whether you are capable enough to digest my blood."

Hearing my utter honest word, Karen sneered visibly before she focused her gaze on me as she said.

"You think you are special just because I got notice of you? Don't get full of yourself."

Well, her doubts were justifiable since I actually was a thorough human if one was to see me from ordinary perception. Still, the problem lies in the compatibility of my blood which might destroy this girl if she drinks it without caution.

But looking at the overconfident bishoujo in front, I knew it was futile to pursue her theoretically, so I went the harsher way.

"Okay, Futaba-san."

Getting up from my comforter, I offered a hand to the lady, like a pure gentleman. As she got up in slight fluster, I continued.

"If you really want to go down the track..."

As I said, I pricked the tip of my index finger before a little maroon droplet formed like a bubble at the spot. The look on Karen's face visibly shifted as she started panting like a woman in heat (which was erotic NGL), before I concluded my words.

"...then please help yourself."

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A/N;- Mc's origin is something terrifying and far from other superhuman's reach. 

When you will know, you will know~