Labyrinth of the Blue Witch by Gakuto Mikumo Read Free Book Online

pushed her onto the bed once more, pulling the blanket up to his own shoulders. The two were practically hugging each other as they waited for Nagisa to pass by.
    But that moment, Kojou was shaken when he noticed an unexpected sensation he was getting from Kanon pressed up against him.
    “Kanase. By any chance, um, under your pajamas…?”
    “Yes?”
    Kanon looked up at Kojou with a mystified look. On reflex, Kojou averted his eyes, unable to look straight at her guileless expression.
    Something was pressing against his body; though modestly sized, the pressure was a soft and yielding one. His animal instincts were certain of it: She wasn’t wearing a bra right now. Apparently, Kanon was of the persuasion not to wear one at bedtime.
    “Akatsuki?” Kanon asked in apparent concern, noticing Kojou’s small shudder. But right now Kojou did not have the luxury of replying.
    It wasn’t that he was ill. Kojou was being assaulted by a simple biological phenomenon. But this was an abominable, pernicious condition exclusive to the vampire body: namely, the urge to drink blood.
    Though still subject to numerous misunderstandings in the world at large, the species known as vampires did not drink the blood of others for sustenance. The true trigger for vampiric urges was not hunger, but physical arousal; in other words,
lust
.
    “What is it, Akatsuki? Is it that you’re not feeling w…?!”
    “I’m all right…so, please don’t press too tight. This is just a little, um…”
    Kanon leaned in, peering at Kojou’s face with a look of worry. He was grateful for her concern, but as she leaned, she exposed both her white neck and her breasts, stimulating Kojou even further.
    His field of vision became crimson hued with arousal, and his canine teeth lengthened and throbbed.
    At this rate, he’d completely lose his senses—or so he thought when, a moment later, the sweet, metallic taste of blood spread throughout his mouth.
    Kanon let out a yelp. “Akatsuki, your nose is bleeding?!”
    However, Kojou was relieved to feel the trickle of the nosebleed. The taste had temporarily driven his vampiric urges away. He had no trouble with the taste of his own blood. Even if it meant being mistaken for having a nosebleed from the embrace of a middle school student, it meant Kanon wasn’t going to be hurt, and that was good.
    What smashed Kojou’s fleeting sense of accomplishment to tiny, unrecognizable bits was the quiet voice he heard from the doorway to his room.
    “…What are you doing with Kanase in the middle of the night, senpai?”
    “H-Himeragi?!”
    Realizing who the speaker was, Kojou’s expression froze solid. At some point Yukina, wearing a monochrome set of pajamas, came to stand inside Kojou’s room, her emotionless expression like ice.
    Nagisa was standing next to her in polka-dot pajamas. Her untied hair seemed to stand on end as her shoulders silently quivered. Apparently she was so angry that she couldn’t speak. That was a very bad sign.
    Kojou shook his head with a look of desperation.
    “Wait, it’s not! It’s not like that. We’re just having a really important conversation…”
    But Yukina half-closed her eyes as she sighed icily. “An important conversation in bed?”



“In a situation like this, anything you say only sounds like an excuse…!” Nagisa declared in a low, suppressed voice.
    Sweat coursed down Kojou’s back.
    “…I suppose so,” said Kanon.
    Not noticing the bloodlust their conversation with Kojou held, Kanon looked up at Kojou, the only one concerned about his bleeding.
    “The nosebleed isn’t stopping. What will I do…? Ah, that’s right…!”
    Suddenly standing up forcefully, Kanon raised her hand high in position for a karate chop. Kojou sensed that she was unintentionally gathering a large amount of ritual energy into her flattened hand.
    Though she was wholly unaware of it, Kanon was royalty—a direct descendant of the Aldegian royal family. If measuring only raw