Monster. That was the epithet they spat at him, a name born of fear and stained with blood.
In the ancient world, his kind flourished, a shadowcaste as old as the mountains. But humanity, in its boundless cruelty, hunted them to the brink of extinction. They were slaughtered in their sanctuaries, their lineages reduced to ash and bone until the winds carried nothing but the scent of scorched earth. He alone endured, a solitary ghost saved by a father’s desperate mercy, buried alive in the cold womb of the soil while his world turned to fire above.
When he finally clawed his way to freedom, his family was gone. His entire race was extinguished. He swore he would live for them. He swore he would have his revenge on humanity.
He has existed in this world for five hundred years. Despite everything, no one has discovered his true identity. He hides beneath the skin of a man women dote on.
Hypocrites.
The moment he reveals his true form, their gaze will shift. From admiration to horror. From longing to terror. But he no longer needs to pursue them. They come to him.
He lives by siphoning human energy. A single touch, a kiss upon the skin, and his victim feels the onset of weakness. If he drains too much, it can be fatal.
But there is a sweeter way.
The most delicious way to consume energy is through intimacy. A delectable torture, a vengeance they never see coming.
They destroyed his kind. And now, they are the ones keeping him alive.
“Vince,” Jen called softly during a lecture in class.
Vince, that was the name he used now. He was a high school student, with a new identity and the outward appearance of an eighteen-year-old.
“My parents aren’t home,” Jen whispered, even softer than before. There was a hint of an invitation in her voice.
“I have plans tonight,” he answered bluntly.
Even a monster can grow bored. Like a meal served repeatedly, it loses its flavor after a while. Furthermore, if he continued to take from the same woman, she might die. In the old days, he didn’t care if he killed his victims. But now, in modern times, he couldn’t afford to do that. Humans had become too clever.
“Is there someone new?” Jen asked, frowning.
She was beautiful, alluring, but the sweetness he sought was gone from her body. He had taken what he needed. To him, she was like food that had lost its taste.
“There is,” he replied with zero interest.
He noticed Jen go silent beside him, clearly annoyed. But he didn’t care. It didn’t matter.
Jen didn’t speak to him again until class ended.
As he stepped out of the classroom, someone collided with him.
“Watch where you’re—” He cut himself off as his body suddenly went cold and weak. It felt as if a portion of his energy had been sucked away in an instant. He closed his eyes briefly and scanned for the person who had bumped into him, but they had vanished into the swarm of students pouring out of their classes.
“What’s the problem?” Jen asked, just emerging from the room.
Vince’s gaze shifted quickly to his hand. It was starting to blacken, a sign that his energy was depleting. He had to act. He couldn’t afford to be picky with his “food” right now.
Without hesitation, he grabbed Jen’s hand and pulled her away. She didn’t resist, keeping pace with his steps.
He took her to the old, abandoned laboratory, a place students avoided due to rumors of hauntings. For Vince, it was the perfect sanctuary, his favorite spot to bring his prey. He knew the energy of young girls was purer, making them his preferred victims.
Once inside, he pushed Jen down onto the cold tiled floor. But instead of fighting back, she simply laid herself out, as if she had been ready for him all along.
“I thought you didn’t want me.”
Vince smiled, a look full of seduction and hunger.
“I thought so, too.”
“I knew you couldn’t resist me.”
There was a seductive glint in Jen’s eyes as she slowly lifted her thighs before Vince, a silent invitation he could not refuse.
He wasted no time. He moved in, his palms immediately crawling beneath the girl’s uniform skirt. A mischievous smile played on his lips when he found her thin undergarment. Without hesitation, he removed it and set it aside, beginning to warm her body, an easy task, as he could feel her thirsting for him as well.
When he felt she was ready, he lowered his zipper and claimed her body without warning.
“Ow!” Jen gasped as he entered her, the heat of her body seemingly pulling him down into a delicious abyss.
“You’re always so rough… Aaahh…” She clung to his shoulders, wholeheartedly accepting his unhesitating passion. He gave her no room to breathe. Successive, deep, and relentless thrusts followed, as if he were chasing an unreachable hunger. He knew this was what Jen wanted too—his sudden conquest, his endless claiming.
Long moments passed, but he did not slow down or tire. He continued to claim the energy his body required. Slowly, the black marks on his hands faded, and he felt his strength returning.
The monster within him rose again, and Jen was his dinner.
“V-Vince! Mmm…”
Jen’s grip on her own hair tightened, her body gradually giving way to the intense claiming. Like a spent candle, she finally collapsed, her strength drained by the monster who had consumed her energy.
When Vince stepped out of the laboratory, he casually straightened his rumpled uniform. He brushed off his sleeves, zipped up, and fixed his collar, as if nothing had happened. Inside the room, Jen lay unconscious, her clothes scattered on the cold floor. He knew he had taken too much energy, but in two or three hours, she would wake up as if nothing had occurred, save for a feeling of extreme weakness and confusion.
But he wasn’t thinking about Jen now.
What truly bothered him was the person who had bumped into him earlier.
It was clear to him now. That person had siphoned his energy. It was only for a second, a brief moment of physical contact, but it was enough to leave his body reeling.
Impossible.
In five hundred years, he had never encountered a being like himself. Not a single soul with the ability to drain energy. He believed he was the last of his kind in this world.
And if his suspicion was true…
It meant he was not alone.
As he entered the lobby of the hotel where he was staying, the guard greeted him immediately. He merely nodded in response and headed straight to the front desk, where Natalie, the receptionist he had been courting for a month, was waiting. He knew she was close to giving in.
He presented her with a red rose.
“Again?” Natalie smiled, but he could see her defenses weakening.
“I wasn’t joking when I said I’d give you one every day.” She took the flower, but before she could pull away, he gently held her hand. “I expect an answer from you next time.”
He left her with blushing cheeks, unable to look at him directly. He knew she was swayed. He just needed to give her one last push.
Entering the elevator, he was joined by Veronica, the famous ramp model often seen on magazine covers. From her appearance, she had clearly just come from a photoshoot or event.
“She’s playing hard to get,” she remarked as the elevator doors closed.
“And you’re not?” he countered, a hint of teasing in his voice.
“Well, I have my reasons,” Veronica replied, hands in her pockets, glancing at him. “I know your type. Once you’ve had a taste of a woman, you toss her aside like a rag. I am nothing like that. You won’t get me that easily.”
He smirked. “Oh, really?”
He leaned in close, just enough for her to feel the heat of his body. Veronica leaned back against the elevator wall but didn’t retreat. Instead, she looked him in the eye, measuring how much she could endure.
He brought his lips to her neck, sensing the momentary catch in her breath. “Even though I know exactly how to tame you in bed?” His voice was low, a whisper, but enough to send a shiver down Veronica’s skin.
He pressed a kiss to her neck, followed by a light brush of his tongue against her ear.
The elevator opened.
He pulled back slightly and whispered, “You’re always welcome in my room.” Then he stepped out, leaving the model standing there, dazed, seemingly paralyzed by the heat he had left behind.
He grinned as he walked toward his room. If any other man had done that to Veronica, her reaction wouldn’t have been like this. But he was different. It was as if a certain magic pulled them toward him.
He had two backup women in the hotel, temporary companions for whenever he needed energy. But tonight, he had a new target.
He had met her while having dinner at the hotel restaurant. A newly checked-in guest. Young, fresh, and exactly to his taste.
This was why he chose to stay at this hotel: the constant influx of new people. He would never run out of victims.
Wearing swimming trunks, Vince quietly entered the hotel’s underground swimming pool. He knew Anne, a senator’s daughter, frequented this spot, so he had made sure to rent out the entire pool for the night.
He had instructed the hotel staff to let only Anne in, so she had no idea she had walked right into a trap. Before this, he had used his connections to gather everything he needed: name, background, and habits.
In the vast pool area, he immediately spotted her. She was submerged in the water, wearing an alluring bikini, swimming in the deepest part of the pool.
Vince sat slowly at the water’s edge, dipped his hand in, and began to use his power. One of his abilities was hydrokinesis, or controlling water, but he knew it came at a price. Every time he used his powers, his strength waned and his hunger grew.
He moved the water around Anne, gradually gripping her feet and pulling her down. He felt her struggle, trying to swim back to the surface, but the water held her tight. He intentionally let her fight, let her feel the terror as she ran out of air.
And when she finally lost consciousness, he dove in.
His movements were swift as he reached for her.
He loosened the water’s grip on her feet and pulled her upward.
Reaching the side of the pool, he carefully laid her on the tiles.
Vince wasted no time. He placed his palm on her chest, gathered the water she had swallowed, and slowly drew it out of her mouth. Moments later, she began to cough, forcing the water from her lungs.
Gasping for air, Anne slowly sat up. Once she regained her composure, she noticed Vince’s presence.
“Thank you. I know you’re the one who saved me,” Anne wheezed, her voice trembling slightly.
She looked up at him, and in the small distance between them, Vince could see every drop of water trailing from her hair, down her neck, and disappearing between her breasts. The black bikini accentuated her pale skin, a perfect contrast to the dim light of the underground pool.
But most alluring of all was her expression—it wasn’t just gratitude in her eyes, but something deeper. Something discovered only between a man practiced in seduction and a woman just learning the game.
Vince noticed her gaze linger on his lips, and a seductive smile formed on his face.
“H-How should I thank you for saving me?” she asked, with a hint of nervousness and… anticipation.
Vince smiled slightly and stepped closer. He maintained a sharp gaze, knowing that with every step, she fell deeper into his trap.
“Vince,” he said softly, extending his hand. “I’m Vince.”
Anne stared at his hand, then slowly took it. “Anne…” she replied weakly, her heart still racing.
“Nice to meet you, Anne,” he said, never breaking eye contact—sharp, seductive.
He didn’t need to force her—she had already fallen, and she didn’t know how to pull away.
“Maybe a kiss,” he whispered, his tone intentionally low, his lips nearly brushing her ear.
Anne swallowed hard, clutching her chest as if trying to calm her heart.
“O-Okay…” She didn’t understand why she agreed so easily, as if she had no control over her own body.
Vince wasted no time. There was only one thing left to do to make her yield completely: seal it with a kiss.
He slowly pressed his lips to hers, gentle at first, letting her feel the heat of his breath. But when her lips parted slightly, he gave her a deeper, more intense kiss, one without hesitation.
He felt her tremble as his arms wrapped around her neck, drowning her in a completely new experience. Soon, her body gave in, moving in rhythm with his.
Vince was the first to pull away, leaning into her ear to whisper.
“You taste even better than I imagined.”
Vince used his accumulated experience to please her. He drowned her in a passionate kiss. He felt Anne’s body beginning to heat up. He knew she wouldn’t be able to refuse what came next. His hand slid down her back, untying the strings of her bikini top. Her bare chest was revealed to him.
“W-Wait… What if someone sees us?”
“Why don’t we hide in the water?” He pulled her to the furthest corner of the pool, pinned her against the submerged wall, and captured her lips again in a drowning kiss.
Their bare chests pressed together. His mouth traveled down her neck until his head submerged. He found her breasts, which he had been longing to touch.
He could breathe underwater, so the lack of air didn’t bother him. Vince slid his hand under Anne’s thigh, finding the rest of her bikini. He moved lower, kneeling before her, and slowly pulled the bikini from her feet.
He smiled, sensing Anne’s tension above the water. She knew she was exposed, her most intimate self laid bare before him.
Beneath the water, his mouth played, bold, daring, and unhesitating in its conquest.
Above the water, the girl desperately covered her mouth with both hands, afraid someone might catch her moans, even though she knew they were alone. She felt every touch of his tongue and mouth at her entrance, every movement within her, yet she could not see what he was doing.
And that deprivation of sight only served to inflame the heat attacking her flesh, even while submerged in the cool water of the pool.
Anne caught Vince’s face with her soft palms and gently lifted him from the water until they were eye-to-eye. Their hot breaths mingled between their lips. Vince’s kiss grew more fervent, more possessive, and more aggressive. He felt Anne’s body shaking, not from the cold, but from a sensation she was experiencing for the first time.
His hands traveled over her smooth back, savoring every inch of skin. Unable to resist, his kiss plunged back down to her neck, savoring the soft skin. His lips crawled lower, and lower, until they reached her breasts. A groan escaped Anne as she felt the heat of his tongue brush against her sensitive crown.
“V-Vince…” she moaned breathlessly, as if pleading, though she didn’t know whether to stop or continue.
He smiled. He knew she was giving in. He circled his tongue around the peak of her breast while one hand moved along her curved waist, down her thigh, until his fingers found her most sensitive part.
His fingers entered Anne’s narrow passage.
She gasped deeply as she felt the intrusion. Their eyes met, but his expression remained calm, seemingly unaffected, while his fingers continued their rhythmic motion.
“A-ah… V-Vince…!” she clung to his shoulder, trying to push herself away but failing.
In her intense shame, she buried her face in his chest, trying to hide, but she couldn’t hide the overwhelming sensation enveloping her as his touch pressed deeper into her core.
“Vince… stop…” she said, but her voice was weak, devoid of conviction.
Suddenly, Vince lifted her, causing her to gasp in surprise. He smiled, seeing how her face flushed—a sign she was ready for him.
He took her hands and placed them behind his neck, wrapping her arms around him. Then, he hooked her thighs and pushed them upward, locking them behind his back.
“V-Vince…!” she whimpered, feeling the heat of his body against hers.
He smirked. This type was his favorite—clean, untainted, pure.
“Hold on to me…” he whispered in her ear, his voice low and full of authority.
She held on tight as his hardness pressed against her beneath the water, trembling with an inexplicable sensation.
“H-Hah… aahh…!” She gasped, trying to steady her shaking body.
She felt his gradual intrusion, warm, slow, but relentless. She bit her lip as he moved deeper into her, accepting the hard, large presence that now bound her inside.
“Hmmng… a-ah…!”
It felt as though he was filling her completely, every inch deepening the sensation. She couldn’t help but squeeze him, again and again, as if her body had a mind of its own, not calming, not letting go, as if wanting to pull him in even deeper.
As he began to move inside her, an intense sensation crawled through her flesh, as if splitting her in two, separating every fiber of her being between a sharp ache and intense heat.
“Mmngh… ahh—Vh…!” She clung tighter, unable to comprehend the shivers racing over her skin.
Every strike and union of their bodies brought pure energy into the monster claiming the girl. Vince felt the heat flowing from Anne’s body, the power being slowly siphoned through his conquest.
“Ahh… hahh…!” Anne closed her eyes, as if a strange heat was enveloping her muscles—not just pleasure, but something she couldn’t explain.
She nearly slumped against Vince’s shoulder, trembling between intense sensation and a fear of the incomprehensible effect on her body.
Only the splashing of water and Anne’s soft moans filled the silence.
“A.. Ah! Ahhh! S-Slow d-down—aah!” She whimpered at every lunge, shaking with a mixture of dread and bliss.
But he didn’t listen. Instead, he intensified every movement; she felt he wasn’t rushing, as if he intended for her to savor every second of their union.
“This is your first, so I want you to remember the feeling of being devoured.”
His voice was low, rising above the sound of the water, full of possession.
“T-Too m-much… A-Aaah!” She nearly cried from the intensity, but she couldn’t stop herself.
“Let it out. Can you feel me moving inside you?”
He took her hair, pulling it away from her face to expose her smooth neck. He didn’t let go. Instead, he brought his lips to her skin and pressed firmly.
So sweet.
His eyes lit up, flashing a terrifying yellow, but Anne didn’t see it; her eyes were closed, completely drowned in the strange sensation.
Simultaneously, his claws lengthened, his claiming grew deeper, his length became larger and harder inside her, and every thrust quickened.
“Aaaahh!!” Anne could no longer hold back the scream.
Vince smirked. This was how he felt when satisfied with his “meal.”
But even though he wanted to push her to the limit, to drain every remaining ounce of strength from her body, he forced himself to stop. Not yet. Their game wouldn’t end here.
Vince tried to control his power so she wouldn’t be crushed by their union. Whenever he claimed a woman’s body, he always sought to know their limits.
While she was consumed by an extraordinary pleasure, Vince seemed to grow even stronger, drawing from her something that wasn’t just physical… but much deeper.
In every thrust, in every moment of union, he took more than just pleasure; he took her very life. This was his effect on his victims, a curse that brought both beauty and ruin.
After he claimed her, his power would change her body; she would look younger, fresher, and her beauty would shine even brighter. But in exchange, her lifespan would be shortened.
In other words, however many times he claimed a woman, that many years would be subtracted from her life. This was the fate of every woman who fell into his arms: a bargain of the flesh in exchange for time that could never be reclaimed.