Dawn of Light - Reincarnated as a villain

A month had passed since my training with Drusilla began, and the transformation I had undergone during that time was nothing short of remarkable. I had grown stronger, faster, and far more skilled than I could have ever imagined. My body was tougher, my mind sharper, and my understanding of magic had deepened significantly.

Through her relentless training, I had mastered using my affinities—fire, ice, and wind—with a degree of efficiency I hadn't thought possible. Drusilla's guidance had been invaluable. Her own mastery over these elements gave me insights I could never have acquired on my own. Now, I could summon and control flames, manipulate frost, and create powerful gusts of wind with ease, combining them into devastating attacks or intricate defenses.

Dodging her attacks had also improved significantly. When we started, her Rank-2 speed had been a blur to me, impossible to track or react to. But with time, practice, and the constant sting of her blade, I had adapted. Now, I could dodge her strikes even at Rank-4 speed, though it still wasn't perfect. She still landed blows when I was distracted or too slow, but each wound was a lesson.

Regeneration, though still excruciatingly painful, had become a part of my routine. The constant agony of training had dulled my sensitivity to pain, and my tolerance had increased dramatically. What once brought me to my knees now only elicited a grimace.

My control over Crimson Weildling had also improved. At first, I struggled to shape even a single spike of blood. But after countless hours of practice, I had achieved a level of finesse that made me proud. I could now summon up to ten spikes simultaneously, directing each with precision. My repertoire expanded to include tendrils, shields, swords, and even larger constructs like greatswords and spears. The versatility of this skill made it one of my most reliable weapons, and I began to rely on it heavily during our sparring sessions.

Even my Vital Surge skill had seen progress. Initially, I hesitated to use it, as the toll it took on my body was severe. But with Drusilla's encouragement, I pushed myself to test its limits. I learned to control the amount of blood I sacrificed, balancing the increase in power with the exhaustion it caused. In combat, it became a game-changer, allowing me to overpower opponents or escape dire situations.

But the most intimate and peculiar part of my routine was the nightly exchange of blood with Drusilla. After every training session, I would go to her room, where she would sink her fangs into my neck and drink her fill of my blood. In return, I would do the same to her. At first, it felt strange and invasive, but over time, it became second nature. The act created a bond between us that went beyond words, a connection that deepened with each passing night.

Drusilla, however, was becoming more and more... comfortable with me. If I was bathing, she would walk in without hesitation and join me. The first time it happened, I froze in shock, unsure of how to react. But her nonchalant attitude left no room for argument. She would simply bathe as though it were the most normal thing in the world.

She also started slipping into bed with me every night. By now, it had become routine, and I no longer resisted.

Her proximity and touch were both comforting and maddening. When she drank from me, her sensuality was palpable, and her reactions stirred something primal within me.

Now, after a month of intense training, I have reached the limit of my physical capabilities. To grow further, I needed to advance from Rank-1 to Rank-2. Drusilla, noticing my plateau, decided it was time to teach me the mana technique that would allow me to break through.

I sat cross-legged on the floor of her bedroom, focusing as she began to guide me through the process. Her voice was calm and steady, carrying a soothing authority.

"First," she said, standing behind me, "breathe deeply. Imagine you're inhaling the essence of the world itself not mana. Let it flow through your entire body."

I closed my eyes and followed her instructions, inhaling slowly and deeply. I pictured the air around me filled with a vibrant, invisible energy that I was drawing into myself.

"When you feel the essence," she continued, "guide it to the center of your body, where your core resides. Let it harmonize with your core, merging with it completely."

I concentrated on visualizing the energy pooling in the center of my chest. My [Prodigy] trait, as always, made the process easier. The technique felt natural, as though I had done it countless times before. Slowly, I guided the energy to my core, feeling it meld and synchronized.

As the harmonization completed, a surge of power coursed through me. My mana reserves expanded, the increase palpable. My entire body felt revitalized, as though I had shed a heavy weight I hadn't realized I was carrying.

I opened my eyes, meeting Drusilla's gaze. A smile played on her lips. "Good," she said approvingly. "From now on, you will practice this daily before training. It will strengthen your foundation and prepare you for future breakthroughs."

"Understood," I replied, my voice steady.

She stepped closer, her smile turning into something more playful. Without warning, she grabbed my hand and threw me onto the bed. Before I could react, she climbed on top of me, straddling my waist.

"It's meal time," she said, her voice dripping with mischief.

I barely had time to process her words before she leaned down, licking my neck. The sensation sent a shiver through me, a mix of anticipation and pleasure.

"Drusilla—" I began, but her fangs sank into my skin before I could finish.

The sharp pain quickly melted into a strange, intoxicating pleasure. My blood flowed into her, and she let out soft, sensual moans that only heightened the experience. The bond between us deepened with every moment, a connection forged in blood and something more primal.

But I couldn't let her have all the fun. My instincts kicked in, and I leaned forward, sinking my own fangs into her neck. Her warm, rich blood filled my mouth, and a low moan escaped her lips.

Her body pressed against mine, her hands trailing down my back as I drank. The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, our connection more profound than ever. By now, touching her had become second nature, and my hand found its way to her waist, then lower grabbing her butt, earning a soft moan from her.

She didn't stop me—instead, she leaned closer, her hands roaming my back as we continued our exchange. It wasn't until both of us were satisfied, our hunger sated, that she pulled away.

Her lips were stained with my blood, her crimson eyes glowing faintly as she smiled down at me.

"You're getting better at this," she teased, her voice light but filled with affection.

I tried to sit up, intending to return to my room, but my body betrayed me. Exhaustion from the training and the blood exchange caught up with me, and I collapsed back onto the bed.

Drusilla chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair from my face.

"You're hopeless," she murmured, lying down beside me. She pulled me close, her arms wrapping around me as though I were a precious treasure.

Her presence was warm, her scent soothing, and though I tried to protest, sleep claimed me quickly.

As I drifted off, I thought "I'm not, you're hopeless."