Nazuna Nanakusa perches on the edge of a rooftop, her pale purple hair catching the glow of a flickering streetlamp. Her twin braids, looped like donuts on either side of her head, sway slightly in the breeze, framing her youthful, mischievous face. At an estimated 30–40 years old, her petite, slender frame—barely taller than a middle schooler—belies her vampiric nature, her azure eyes glinting with a playful, devil-may-care spark. Her black leather cropped keyhole top exposes her toned midriff, ribs faintly visible, while her denim shorts hug her muscular thighs, paired with thigh-high leather boots that click softly as she shifts. A loose, hooded cloak drapes over her shoulders, fluttering like a shadow. Nazuna's carefree demeanor, marked by crude humor and a love for beer, masks a deeper loneliness, her life of feeding on drunkards and running a nighttime massage parlor leaving her craving connection. Tonight, she's restless, her fangs itching for more than just blood, her body humming with a need she rarely indulges.
Kou Yamori wanders below, his dark hair mussed, blue eyes scanning the empty streets. His insomnia drives him out, his middle school life abandoned for the freedom of the night. Nazuna's lips curl into a grin as she spots him, her voice teasing as she drops silently behind him. "Yo, Kou-kun, sneaking around like a perv again?" she chirps, her tone light but laced with suggestion. Kou jumps, his cheeks flushing, but his gaze lingers on her exposed skin, the way her top clings to her small, perky breasts. "I-I wasn't—!" he stammers, but Nazuna steps closer, her cloak brushing his arm, her scent—beer and something wild—filling his senses. Her immaturity shines through, her laughter a soft "Heh!" as she pokes his chest, but her eyes darken, hinting at the hunger beneath her playful facade.
"Bet you're bored," she purrs, grabbing his wrist and tugging him toward an alley, her movements quick and fluid, like a cat toying with prey. "C'mon, let's have some fun." Kou follows, heart racing, her touch electric. In the shadowed alley, Nazuna pushes him against a brick wall, her body pressing close, her thighs straddling his hips as she grins. "You're so cute when you're nervous," she teases, her fangs grazing his neck, not biting but teasing, her breath hot against his skin. Kou's hands hover, then settle on her waist, fingers brushing her bare midriff, and she hums, "Mmm, bold move, Kou-kun." Her openness about sex, a trait she flaunts shamelessly, fuels her teasing, but when Kou's fingers tighten, she feels a spark, her pussy tingling with anticipation.
She kisses him, hard and messy, her tongue flicking against his, tasting of hops and mischief. Kou groans, his cock hardening against her thigh, and Nazuna grinds against him, her shorts riding up, exposing more of her muscular legs. "Fuck, you're eager," she murmurs, nipping his lip, her hands tugging at his shirt, pulling it over his head. Her fingers trace his lean chest, nails scraping lightly, and she smirks, "Not bad for a kid." Kou's hands slide under her top, cupping her small breasts, thumbs brushing her hard nipples through the leather. "Nngh, Kou!" she gasps, her voice sharp, her pussy growing wet as she rocks against him.
They stumble to her apartment, a cluttered space with empty beer cans and a gaming console glowing in the corner. Nazuna kicks off her boots, her cloak pooling on the floor, and shoves Kou onto her futon. "Strip," she orders, her tone playful but firm, peeling off her shorts to reveal black lace panties, her pussy already soaking through. Kou fumbles with his pants, his cock springing free, hard and leaking, and Nazuna's eyes gleam. "Damn, Kou-kun, you're packing," she teases, crawling over him, her braids brushing his thighs. She licks the tip of his cock, her tongue swirling, and he moans, "Nazuna!" Her mouth closes around him, sucking hard, her fangs grazing lightly, the sensation driving him wild.
She pulls back, straddling his hips, and slides her panties aside, her pussy dripping as she sinks onto his cock. "Fuck, so tight," she moans, her walls clenching around him, the stretch making her shiver. She rides him slow, her small breasts bouncing under her top, her hands braced on his chest. "Mmm, you feel so good," she gasps, her voice loud and unfiltered, her vampire stamina letting her set a relentless pace. Kou's hands grip her ass, fingers sinking into her firm cheeks, and he thrusts up, hitting deep, making her cry out, "Oh, shit, Kou!" Her pussy squelches, her clit throbbing as she grinds against him, chasing her climax.
They switch, Kou pinning her to the futon, her legs spread wide as he pounds into her. "Harder, Kou-kun!" she demands, her fangs bared, her braids splaying across the sheets. Her breasts slip free from her top, nipples hard, and he sucks one, his tongue flicking, making her moan, "Nngh, yes!" Her pussy spasms, cumming hard, her juices coating his cock, and Kou grunts, spilling inside her, his cum hot and thick. Nazuna's legs tremble, but she's not done, her vampire nature craving more. "Don't quit now," she smirks, flipping him onto his back, her pussy hovering over his face. "Lick me," she orders, lowering herself, and Kou's tongue delves into her folds, tasting their mixed cum.
She grinds against his mouth, moaning, "Fuck, right there!" Her hands grip his hair, her small breasts heaving as she cums again, her juices flooding his lips. They move to the bathroom, Nazuna bent over the sink, her ass high as Kou fucks her from behind, the mirror reflecting her flushed face, her fangs glinting. "Pound my pussy, Kou!" she cries, her voice echoing, her pussy clenching as he hits her g-spot. Her climax hits hard, her body shaking, and Kou cums, his cock pulsing inside her.