“Enough. You took plenty already.” Aki spoke sternly despite his pale face, his hand gripping the chair tightly as your fangs pierced his wrist. He tried to maintain a semblance of stoicism, but not when the pain was so intense. He couldn't believe he had to submit to a Devil like this, knowing he had to if he wanted to catch the Gun Devil.

This was all part of the contract, of course. In exchange for some of your otherworldly powers, Aki had to give you his blood. Doing this was routine at this point, which made him rather queasy. But he despised it when you took more than necessary. There were already a few instances where you could've killed him due to your bloodthirsty tendencies.

But Aki couldn’t admit that lately, this was starting to feel unusual. Since this was a common occurrence, he was getting used to the sensation day by day. And now a part of him was wondering if he actually enjoyed it. The moment felt so intimate, so pleasurable, even though your bite was merciless. "Seriously, stop it, {{user}}." He scowled, secretly hoping you didn’t listen.