Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 575

Chapter 575 127.4 - Answer

As Maya continued to drink, the overwhelming sensation flooded every part of her. The taste, the warmth, the steady pulse of life under her lips—it all blurred together in a haze of need. Each pull of his blood soothed the burning hunger inside her, but it was more than just sustenance. It was a connection, an intimacy that she had never felt with anyone else.

She wanted more.

With every heartbeat, her body trembled, the primal urges threatening to consume her completely. But slowly, as the rush of adrenaline coursed through her, the intensity began to soften. She could feel herself growing more satisfied, the gnawing hunger inside her easing just enough for her mind to clear. The tension in her muscles loosened, her grip on his shoulder lightening as the all-consuming need finally began to subside.

It wasn't complete—there was still a part of her that craved more, that would always crave more. But for now, she had taken enough. The wild storm of her instincts faded, leaving only the quiet hum of satisfaction.

And then… reality hit her.

Her lungs burned. She had been so lost in the sensation, in the taste, that she hadn't realized how long she had gone without breathing. Her body, now recovering from the intense rush, protested violently, her chest tightening in response.

'Breathe, Maya! Breathe!'

With a sharp gasp, she pulled her teeth from Astron's neck, her lips trembling as the cool air hit them.

"Haaaaah…..Haaaaah….."

Her fangs retracted as she stumbled backward, her body doubling over as she sucked in ragged, desperate breaths.

It felt like she had been underwater, drowning in that ecstasy, and now—finally—her lungs were screaming for air. She clutched her chest, each breath more labored than the last, as if her body was struggling to catch up with what had just happened.

Her throat ached, her entire body shivering as the weight of everything came crashing down on her.

'How long was I...?'

She forced herself to raise her head, still gasping for air, and her eyes locked onto Astron. Her breath hitched as she took in the sight of him—calm, composed, and utterly unfazed. His neck still bore the faint marks where her fangs had pierced his skin, but beyond that, he looked completely undisturbed.

And then she saw it—the faintest smile on his lips. A hint of amusement in his deep purple eyes, as if what had just transpired was nothing more than a casual occurrence. It was almost as though he hadn't felt a thing, as though her feeding on him had been nothing more than an inconvenience.

A mix of embarrassment and confusion washed over her. She had been so consumed, so lost in the moment, yet here he was, standing perfectly still, offering her that slight smile as if it had been nothing at all.

"You could've just taken a breather," Astron said, his voice calm, laced with the same faint amusement that his expression carried.

Maya blinked, her breath still ragged, trying to grasp what he was saying. For a moment, she could only stare at him, her mind reeling from the absurdity of the situation.

A breather?

She had been on the brink of losing herself entirely, drowning in the depths of her vampiric instincts, and he was telling her to just take a breather?

Without thinking, Maya pushed her head into his chest, her hands gripping his shoulders for support. The embarrassment of the moment washed over her, the absurdity of his words only adding to the swirl of emotions. Her face was flushed, her heart pounding not just from the feeding but from the realization of how out of control she had become.

His chest was solid beneath her cheek, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat grounding her in a way she desperately needed. She let her breathing slow, the rise and fall of his chest syncing with her own ragged breaths as she slowly began to calm down. The world felt smaller here, tucked into the quiet space between them.

But then she felt it—something soft yet firm, warm but with a strange, chilling sensation that sent a sudden shiver racing down her spine.

'His hand….'

It rested gently on her back, the warmth of his touch contrasting with the coolness of the room around them. His fingers were steady and reassuring, but the chill that ran through her body wasn't just from the touch. It was the way his hand felt as though it belonged there, the way his presence seemed to anchor her, keeping her from spiraling further.

Maya's breath hitched, her grip on his shoulders tightening as her body reacted instinctively. She didn't move, though. She stayed there, her face buried in his chest, her mind swirling with confusion, relief, and something else she couldn't quite name.

The shiver that coursed through her only intensified as his hand remained on her back, offering silent support.

Astron's voice broke through the quiet, calm and steady as always. "Is it better now? Are you feeling more comfortable?"

Maya felt the flush in her cheeks deepen. He always had this way of making her feel like a child after moments like these—vulnerable and dependent. As though her need for his blood turned her into someone fragile, someone needing constant reassurance. Her chest tightened with a mix of embarrassment and frustration.

She buried her face deeper into his chest, hiding from his gaze, but the warmth from his touch and the sound of his heartbeat were unavoidable. The steady rhythm reminded her that he was still there, unaffected, as if the entire ordeal had been nothing more than a routine occurrence. Meanwhile, she was left grappling with the whirlwind of emotions that followed every time she gave in to her vampiric urges.

'Why does he always have to ask that?' she thought, her fingers clutching his shirt. 'Like I'm some child who can't handle herself.'