Progenitor Vampire: I Have Many Skills!

532  A month can change a lot of things

One month later.

Matthew's territory was moving at great speed, and each of his plans began to unfold in the right way. From the relatively easy control of the Mafias to the attraction of big businessmen and the development of weapons in the hands of Paul Cox and his new small group, everything was moving at a good pace.

In addition, Matthew also occasionally taught Isla and Alice, who were already at the Academy, taking care of what they needed. Occasionally, he also went to classes, but it was not very common.

During this month, Matthew and Emma became quite close. Because she was the only help who could hang out with him 24/7, they were always hanging out together, so getting close was the norm. This was even more so because he was the one teaching and training her.

Thanks to that, Emma's training quickly surpassed unexpected milestones, with today being the moment she surpassed 60,000 Power. Because of that, they were both having a little celebration on the balcony of Matthew's room.

They talked a bit between them, laughing about different things until the atmosphere became silent.

In that silence, Matthew smiled, comparing the scene to one from the past. The red color of the wine in his glass strengthened the memory.

Thanks to the memory, he looked at Emma steadily.

"When will you give me your blood to drink again?" He asked teasingly.

Emma looked at him in confusion, unable to understand what he was referring to, but suddenly, her mind also traveled back in time—to the scene in her room at the palace when she gave Matthew a drink of her own blood, at which point she recognized him as worthy.

She couldn't help but turn red at that and averted her gaze. "I'm sorry about that. I guess it was rude for you."

"Hahaha, no, it really wasn't. It has stayed in my memory for a long time because it was something unique and different. Having a beautiful woman take you into her room and give you her own blood to drink isn't something that happens every day, is it? Much less if the woman in question is the Princess of the Kingdom."

She sighed upon hearing the last. "Princess, huh." Somehow, she seemed to scoff at that title.

So Matthew settled back in his chair and set the cup on the table to raise his right hand to Emma's hair. She was sitting beside him, so it wasn't hard to reach her.

"Do you want to go back? Cutting yourself from kingdom and family must not be a good feeling."

She didn't push him away; instead, she leaned back on his hand before shaking her head.

"No... Honestly, I'm just praying to heaven that my father doesn't make the mistake of betraying the race now that there are so many traitors everywhere."

"I see. Don't you regret saying all that to your father? After all, he is your father."

"I don't regret anything. If I had to regret anything, it would be not being able to do something more. He is damaging the legacy. In the civilian view, he is a great King, but I know it has nothing to do with him. The world's great leaders do not respect him because they also know it. That is why I have no regrets. Besides, who could regret making the decision to follow a Dietrich?" she asked with a smile and turned to look at him.

Matthew shrugged. "You decided before you knew I was a Dietrich."

"You can think of it as a gamble. Honestly, I don't care if you're a Dietrich or not. The truth is, you're the same as you were before. No, you're even better now since you're more caring."

"Do you think my personality has improved? You saw me blow up different places that vampires inhabited."

"You haven't killed anyone who didn't deserve it. Your heart has softened a bit; you're more loving, even to me. But, at the same time, I think you're a little more direct and strategic. That's a big improvement over the guy I met in the City of the Bloody Dawn several years ago. That guy didn't talk much; he seemed cold and had few words."

Matthew was a little surprised by her words and smiled. "I'm not affectionate to anyone who doesn't deserve it." He said and stood up slightly, leaning toward her.

"Then I deserve it?" She asked, but before she could receive an answer, a face rushed towards hers.

Suddenly, she felt her lips pressed and found Matthew's face touching hers.

That left her in shock, not knowing how to react.

She could only hear a voice in front of her.

"Yes, you are worthy of receiving my affection. But, you are also worthy to receive my kisses and to be by my side as my girl." He smiled softly after kissing her again.

His second kiss brought her out of her stupor, but she was still unable to react.

Still, suddenly, her perspective underwent a drastic change as Matthew carried her in his arms, sat up, and placed her on his lap. He uncovered her shoulder and smiled at her.

"I guess since you gave me to drink from your blood, I was destined to drink it again. But now I want it from its source. So I hope I have your bearer's permission and approval." After saying this and without thinking, Matthew dug his teeth into Emma's neck.

Emma felt her body shudder slightly as if lightning struck her. Somehow, that also brought her out of shock, and she stared dumbfounded at Matthew's neck.

Feelings surged in her heart when she realized what was happening and what he wanted to convey to her, so she smiled softly and, without hesitation, sunk her teeth into Matthew's neck.

Softly, she spoke.

"If my blood satisfies you and you think it is enough, take as much as you want. It may not be as tasty, but it has only been tasted by you and will only be tasted by you. So enjoy as much as you want."

At that moment, the Bloody Couple connection began to build over them. The heat in their bodies increased, and different feelings emerged inside them.

Somehow, they both knew what they wanted.

When they pulled away, they looked at each other for a bit. They still had blood running down their cheeks, but they both didn't care. They couldn't, nor did they want to resist what they felt.

Immediately, they began to kiss. It was an intense and passionate kiss; although soft, it did not lack feelings. It was the kiss they both wanted. Their tongues intertwined, greeting each other happily as if they were a pair of independent branches who wanted to have their own games.

Little by little, the clothes left their bodies, as the moonlight and its accompanying stars bathed them.