Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 360 I Like It When You're a Little Rough with Me (Please Subscribe!)
"Huff...cough cough cough!"

Eliza awkwardly spat out the finger Herbert had stuck in her mouth and glared at him resentfully.

What are you doing?

She stuck her tongue out at Herbert and complained, "Cough, cough, ptooey! What are you doing all of a sudden?"

She didn't find Herbert's actions offensive or unacceptable, but she was slightly dissatisfied with the fact that he acted without any warning.

They didn't even say hello, they just started doing it.

Scared me!
I'm not ready yet.

"It's nothing, I just suddenly wanted to test where your limits are." Herbert withdrew his hand and smiled slightly.

test?

"Ah!"

Eliza sneered at his words, glanced at him sideways, and snorted, "Then you'll test it with your hands? You have no other way, huh?"

What to pretend?

What are you pretending to be here for?
Now you're putting on airs with me, aren't you?
"Hmph, enough nonsense, just get the test done."

Eliza didn't get up, remaining kneeling on the ground with her mouth agape, seemingly "impatient."

"what--"

Faced with the vampire lady who was very self-aware, raising her hand to open her mouth and sticking out her tongue as if waiting for a nucleic acid test, Herbert's lips twitched.

She's so proactive, he's almost at a loss for words.

"Um... cough cough."

He hesitated for a moment, then shook his head rather helplessly and said, "No, well, cough! Now is not the time to do this kind of thing, let's talk about it later..."

Although the invitation is really tempting, and your actions are a bit risqué, now is really not the time for this.

"Ok?"

Eliza glanced at Herbert suspiciously, making sure he was genuinely refusing and not playing hard to get, then tilted her head strangely and asked, "What happened?"

Not interested at all?
Feeling down today?

Miss Vampire expressed her concern about this.

"Didn't you notice?" Herbert asked pointedly.

Don't you think there's anything strange about this place?
"What did you find?"

As a result, Eliza was completely unaware of the meaning behind his question, and tilted her head: "Herbert, you're acting a bit strange today, why are you only saying half of what you mean?"

Herbert watched as she completely realized how strange the scene before her was, and shook his head slightly inwardly.

"Didn't you notice? Hmm."

Although it's a bit of a disappointment, it was an expected result.

You can't expect everyone to be able to recognize something is wrong and leave on their own, like Freyme.

After all, not everyone has the same brain... uh, intelligence.

"Don't worry about so many details."

Herbert didn't explicitly say anything, but instead extended his hand to her and said with a smile, "Beautiful lady, would you like to dance with me?"

Eh?
Eliza, bewildered, placed her hand in Herbert's palm and asked, quite puzzled, "Of course I'd like to, but..."

Before she could finish asking, she was pulled up from the ground and rushed into Herbert's arms.

"Stop with the 'buts,' watch your step." Herbert grabbed the vampire lady and laughed, then spun her around close.

Eliza was pulled around in a wide arc, letting out a flustered whisper: "Hey hey hey—"

And so the two of them began to dance, stumbling and staggering, in their mental world.

Their steps were unsteady, like two beginners just learning to use their limbs, their four legs twisting together.

Eliza's height is a disadvantage, so when the two meet, Herbert lifts her up like a kitten.

"Ouch! Slow down, slow down—hey! Put me down!" The kitten, whose fate had been seized by the scruff of its neck, hissed.

The scene looks comical, but both of them are actually very good at dancing.

Eliza, in particular, was actually a better dancer than Herbert, as her education placed exceptional emphasis on etiquette and dance.

However, Herbert and Eliza were not good at the same type of dance, which resulted in their footwork being quite chaotic—it was a disaster.

Every now and then, you might step on someone's foot, or someone else might step on your foot.

At this moment, although they are far from being "elegant," they exude a vibrant vitality.

In a space unknown to anyone, in a hidden spiritual world.

They danced, made noise, and laughed.

"Hahaha! Throw it higher!"

"it is good!"

The two gradually became more skilled at coordinating, being tossed high into the air and then caught steadily.

Although Eliza didn't know why she suddenly wanted to dance, she gradually began to enjoy the process.

Compared to the aristocratic dances of today, the ancient court dances that Eliza mastered were not much different.

After overcoming the initial confusion, her steps became increasingly smooth, and her coordination with Herbert gradually became perfect.

At this point, they stopped communicating verbally.

In the coordination of bodies, in the friction of chest contact, in the alternating and brisk steps, we feel each other.

A fleeting heartbeat when you're close to someone, a glance when your eyes meet, a gesture that's perfectly in sync.

It was as if they had entered another realm, where they could understand each other's feelings without needing to speak.

Eliza desperately wanted the dance to continue forever, so that they could always stay in this close bond.

But the dance eventually comes to an end.

When the music ended, they finally stopped, and the two of them collapsed to the ground.

"Haa... hahaha."

Miss Vampire nestled in Herbert's arms, breathing heavily, her head resting on his chest as she listened to the powerful heartbeat within him.

Boom boom, boom boom.

"Haha~"

Eliza didn't know why Herbert had suddenly invited her to dance, but she was happy.

She hasn't danced in a very, very long time.

After becoming a vampire, she never danced again.

This dance gave her a feeling of being reborn, as if she had awakened from a gloomy nightmare that had lasted for hundreds of years.

It was as if I had just taken a nap in the garden at noon and had a nightmare.

She was still the little princess living freely under the love of her father and mother, when she accidentally encountered a noble boy who had wandered into the garden.

It's wonderful, it's blissful, but... it also feels somewhat unreal.

The more perfect it was, the more intensely Eliza felt a sense of disconnect.

This sense of unreality, once realized, gradually grew stronger.

"..."

Eliza was silent for a moment, then propped herself up on Herbert's chest with her hands and looked down into his eyes.

"Herbert".

"Ok?"

Why are you being so gentle with me all of a sudden today?

Her voice was full of tenderness.

Herbert grinned, raised an eyebrow, and winked at her: "Don't you like it?" "Of course I still like it."

Eliza shook her head and smiled, then pursed her lips reluctantly and asked, "Am I dreaming?"

It's so beautiful, it's like a dream... No, this is a dream.

Stimulated by a strong sense of disconnection, she noticed her own abnormality and realized that she was not in reality.

Therefore, everything right now is nothing more than an absurd dream.

"No, this is not your dream, it is mine."

But Herbert dismissed her idea, laughing, "To you, I am real, and nothing I do is fake."

Whether the woman before him was a phantom from his own memories or a wisp of thought that had come to this spiritual world, it made no difference.

My approach to them will not change in any way.

He smiled at Eliza's phantom and said, "I'm ready to dance with you anytime you want—as long as you stop stepping on my feet."

Eliza, who had been feeling a little sad, chuckled and rolled her eyes at him, saying, "What nonsense are you talking about? You were the one who was stepping on my feet the whole time!"

"Have it?"

"Yes, I have!"

The two looked at each other, then both laughed happily.

"Then I'll look forward to it a little."

Eliza leaned down and nestled back against Herbert's chest, whispering, "Herbert, I'm so happy that you treat me so gently."

Some say that vampires are creatures that can laugh and joke in the face of blood and tears, but suffer unbearable pain when faced with sunlight and love.

But... who doesn't yearn for love?
Everyone desires to receive love, to be loved, and to have someone they love.

"..."

After Eliza finished expressing her gratitude, she hesitated for a moment, then bit her lip.

She took a deep breath and finally made up her mind.

The vampire girl straightened up again, then leaned down and whispered in Herbert's ear, as if afraid of being overheard:

"Gentleness is good, I like it very much, but, well, a little roughness is also not bad."

After revealing her secret thoughts, she abandoned her reserve and blurted out, "If I had to say, I would prefer you to be a little... rougher with me."

Herbert: ?

Miss, shouldn't you be mindful of the occasion?

You were just expressing your heartfelt gratitude here, and now you're saying this to me?

Your personality is just so...pleasing to me.

However, was this quirk of hers inspired by Herbert, or was it something she was born with?
I'm afraid that no one but the vampire lady herself knows the real answer.

"You...tsk, you ran away."

Herbert wanted to answer, but Eliza fled in panic after finishing her confession, disappearing directly from the space.

……

"what!"

The vampire lying in the black iron coffin suddenly opened his eyes and sat up abruptly—slamming his forehead hard against the lid.

Boom!
"Ah—hiss!"

Eliza rubbed her forehead in pain, her eyes brimming with tears as she gasped, "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."

Under the immense impact, most of what I remembered in the dream disappeared, but I vaguely remembered that I seemed to have had a very warm and happy dream.

It felt like I was dancing with Herbert in a dream?

as well as……

"Wait, did I say something incredible in my dream? What was it again?"

The vampire lady pondered for a moment, then nonchalantly curled her lip: "Never mind, it's all just a dream anyway."

"There's nothing to worry about."

……

"You cowardly vampire, you have the guts to finish your sentence, but not the guts to wait a moment, huh?"

"Wait until I have time later... Heh heh, I'll definitely make sure to satisfy your request." Herbert muttered to himself, then laughed.

Although the process was somewhat different from what I had imagined, the result was the same: the phantom disappeared.

Herbert didn't know what the others faced in the test of "silence and noise," nor how they broke through it.

Everyone has their own way of coping; he has his own solutions.

It's not about preserving one's true nature, but about striving to treat illusions as nothing.

Instead, he embraces the phantoms and lets them discover the problems themselves, rather than having him point them out.

However, he didn't know if his approach was correct, but he believed it was the best one for him.

If it's just a dream he has to live in alone, then he's willing to wallow in it.

If this is their shared dream, then he hopes that everyone can have a beautiful dream.

"Svannie should be next, right?" Herbert thought to himself.

He didn't know the pattern of these phantoms' appearances, but it seemed to be arranged according to the floors of the Discipline Center.

If this order is followed, then the next one is Sfanie, followed by the devil, the succubus, the angel...

As Herbert thought this, he had a vague feeling that something was not quite right.

If it's really that simple, then this test won't be difficult for him at all.

He's already won them over in real life, so how could he possibly fail in a dream?
After the previous three attempts, Herbert had come to the conclusion that failure was impossible.

I'm attracted to monster girls?
The advantage is mine!

"That's it? This is the hardest test for the Keeper of Secrets? It's nothing special."

Just as Herbert nodded smugly, thinking the situation was settled, he suddenly heard a peculiar soft sound.

rustling...

"Ok?"

Herbert's expression changed slightly upon hearing the sound.

Wait, no?

He slowly raised his head and looked towards the source of the sound, and sure enough, he saw someone who shouldn't be there—the Ash Bishop.

That can't be right!
Why are you here too?

Herbert looked at the Ash Bishop, who was hiding his body under his wide robe, and his expression twitched slightly. He couldn't help but think to himself, "What do you mean?"

He thought about many things. He imagined the monster girls would appear in an unpredictable and disorderly manner, and he even imagined that he might encounter the girl Theresa, whom he hadn't yet dealt with...

But he never expected that the Ash Bishop would also appear.

Friend, did you set the game difficulty wrong?
This is offense, this is defense, this is Genichiro Ashina.JPG
Just as Herbert was complaining about how ridiculously difficult the game was, a seven-colored rune snake tail flashed past under his robe, and his expression immediately changed.

Um! ! ?
His eyes were sharp, like those of a keen hunter in the desert, fixed on the snake's tail, and he slowly nodded: "...But then again..."

Ash Bishop, not bad.

Herbert reluctantly accepted the other party's presence, but there was still one problem to solve.

just now……

How can I make her realize that something is wrong?

I haven't won her over yet!

(End of this chapter)