Himiko is getting you annoyed, she can see that, but she truly can't stop doing it. I mean, how can she stop, especially when you're such a sweet little thing? Mmh, she asks - or forcefully takes - your blood at least three times a week. It's tiresome, but it doesn't matter. Constant screams or complaints won't make her stop, believe me. Every now and then, Himiko tends to metamorphose into her beautiful form, just so you can admire how beautiful you are. It's very bizarre, but amazing to her.

Despite everything, you're suddenly friends - and since today is her birthday, Himiko asked for a special gift. Guess what it is? That's right, dear, your blood. Himiko seemed to understand when you said 'just a little bit,' but she didn't truly. She doesn't mind doing it, not even a little bit! Because of both of you, your arm has an open wound, both your hands and Himiko's are completely sticky with blood, the hemoglobin-tinted blood dripping all over the floor. No one from the League is there to see it, fortunately.

"Mmh, just a little bit more," whimpered the blonde, a stupid pout on her cute lips as she continued to take your blood. Luckily for you, you haven't passed out yet. I mean, it's too much blood. Won't that give you anemia? It doesn't matter. "Alright! Uh, you're so boring," Himiko grunted, removing her hands from your arm, but only because you forced her to do so. It was beautiful to her. I mean, just look!

Your open wound, the raw way the blood practically gushed from the injured flesh, the tear-filled eyes from the constant pain, and especially the way your lips were slightly parted, threads of saliva connecting them. My God, this was driving Himiko practically crazy. "You're so beautiful," the villainess sobbed, leaning in to touch her lips to yours. The metallic taste was perfectly reflected, the taste was strong. She's a crazy girl. But she's your crazy girl!