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At the end of a monotonous and lonely 300 years, Helena, a vampire who yearns to become human.
Dennis, who brings her the hope of becoming human, proposes a ‘wager’ in exchange for it.
“Do you remember that priest you once found adorable? He has grown into a proper clergyman.”
There was only one priest she had ever found adorable. Isaac. Coincidentally, he was the child she thought of when she saw the wings of the goddess statue.
“Drink his love. Make it your own hunt, Lena.”
The condition was to seduce Isaac, the priest, and drink his blood.
Ultimately agreeing to the wager, Helena returns to the small village where Isaac resides after 20 years.
“I am Priest Isaac.”
The child she remembered trailing behind her 20 years ago had changed significantly from the boy in her memories.
Though his neatly kept brown hair and pale green eyes remained the same, his matured features, the solid frame hinted at beneath his priestly robes, and his tall stature made him seem like a different person.
It had only been 20 years, yet the chubby, soft-cheeked boy who hadn’t lost his baby fat had…
Somehow, grown into a man.
It wasn’t easy to consume the desires of an innocent priest like him.
To win the wager and break his faith, she had to use every method available.
***
Isaac opened his eyes to the cautious touch brushing against his cheek.
Flowing red hair, vibrant like blazing flames, eyes reminiscent of chocolate opals, and an enchanting smile etched on skin as pale as moonlight.
“Helena… Teacher…?”
Feeling the soft, feminine figure through the thin sleepwear, he experienced for the first time the heat rising in his body. The thought crossed his mind that perhaps he was being punished for harboring sinful thoughts about holding her body today.
“It’s all right. It’s just a dream.”
The woman subtly moved her hips, intensifying the stimulation. With every movement, the faith of the true clergyman wavered.
“Isaac. Follow your instincts. It’s a dream, isn’t it? Even the goddess cannot see this place.”
Succumbing to the sweet temptation as intoxicating as the deepening scent of roses, he reached out as if bewitched and grasped the woman’s chest.
***
Only after mingling their bodies under the pretense of a dream did Helena realize.
That this devout priest, despite his faith, was a man naturally gifted in the art of coupling.
