Non-Human Girls Are Fighting Over Me ~ Do I Get to Refuse? “Nope!” “No Way!” “Not a Chance!” “Absolutely Not!”

Chapter 20: Ossan’s Love

Sunday morning.

Soft sunlight slipped through the curtain gap, and the scent of coffee wafted from the kitchen.

“Let’s eat.”

“Let’s dig in~”

Eating breakfast side by side—just that felt oddly ticklish. Like a long-married couple, our conversation flowed naturally, and even silence was comfortable.

After eating, we sat on the sofa, chatting idly, laughing over silly jokes. Starting a movie led to mid-scene debates, derailing the plot but keeping us engrossed.

A lazy yet blissful time that stretched unnoticed until evening.

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—And then.

“Oh, by the way.”

Towa’s voice perked up as if remembering something, pulling my hand.

“Sit here.”

I sank onto the sofa as told, and she slipped between my legs, leaning her back against me.

“W-What!?”

The unexpected position made my heart leap. Her back pressed close, her warmth seeping through.

And then…

“From now on, movie time means this ‘Towa-exclusive seat’.”

She declared smugly.

(No way, she’s totally out to wreck my sanity!)

Her sweet scent teased my nose, the screen’s images completely lost on me. My mind was consumed by her presence.

—Then, another blow.

“Hm?”

Towa tilted her head, shifting her hips slightly.

“Something… hard’s poking me. Around my butt? Wonder why~”

Her voice was deliberately innocent, a devilish tease.

(This girl… she knows exactly what she’s doing…!!)

My ears burned red, and Towa, sensing it through her back, let out a stifled giggle.

“Hey, maybe… we’d have more fun doing something else than watching movies?”

Her whisper was sweet, provocative, leaving no escape.

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—Over these few days, I’ve learned things about her.

She seems pure, even elegant, a beautiful girl.

But the reality—she’s obsessed with gore and erotica.

When she casually talks about blood and corpses, I swear she’s got the soul of a middle-aged man. Or maybe her “Primordial Vampire” title means human norms don’t apply.

Surprisingly, she’s kind of down-to-earth… human-like quirks.

Her sleeping habits are awful—she kicked me multiple times at night, and her scratching her stomach while snoring has zero mystique.

Plus, when she mumbles gibberish in an otherworldly language, the “possession mark” on my stomach faintly glows.

(Seriously, can’t something be done about this…? If anyone saw it, it’d be straight-up horror.)

I once asked, “Don’t vampires sleep in coffins?”

She replied, deadpan, “Low-ranks do. But at my level… beds are better for my back.”

So much for the romantic image.

When she talks about her past—

“I was wild when I was young. Took down cocky adventurers in taverns, beat up entire knight squads. Oh, and set a noble’s mansion on fire. I’ve mellowed out a lot now.”

(No, that’s still way out of line!! And “now”? Your short temper hasn’t changed a bit!)

…But she’s got a domestic side.

She even did my laundry, and seeing our underwear hanging side by side made me blush. It felt like we were living together.

“…Hey, want my panties? Guys get off on that, right!”

She tossed that bomb with a grin.

“But don’t give them to anyone else, okay? They’re Kazuto-exclusive. —Oh, one pair costs 400ml of blood. You’d have to draw it yourself. I don’t wanna hurt you.”

(What!? How do I even draw blood!? And don’t trade panties for blood!!)

…Still, her cuteness makes me forgive her, and I hate myself for it.

But—when she’s angry, she’s terrifying.

The usual “Towa Tsukina” is one thing, but when she speaks as “Adrasteia Ambrosia, Primordial Vampire,” her words are absolute.

“Got it, Kazuto? You’re mine. I can abandon you, but you can’t abandon me. …If you try to break it off, I don’t know what I’ll do. I might destroy everything you care about.”

She smiled, but my spine turned to ice.

The next moment, she hugged me tightly, pressing a kiss.

“…Scared you, huh? But it’s fine. As long as you don’t betray me.”

I could only nod, “Yeah.”

—And then, evening.

She walked me to the door, waving with a carefree smile.

It was terrifying, yet fun.

An unforgettable, thrilling weekend came to an end.