Why Did You Come to My House?

Ivan flinched for a moment.

As always, Camilla's words left room for rather suggestive interpretations.

“···You mean blood, right?”

“Huh? What else is there to suck?”

“···Never mind. I suppose there isn't anything else.”

Camilla tilted her head, puzzled.

Feeling an unnecessary pang of conscience, Ivan awkwardly avoided Camilla's gaze.

Camilla blushed, twisting her hair as though embarrassed by what she herself had said.

It was quite an unusual reaction. Seeing her like that stirred something unusual in Ivan.

‘She usually never distinguishes between what can and can't be said···.’...