What are you looking at, invalid?

"Shut up. You are so noisy, you old hag." Mark angrily retorted back. However, he then sighed and started walking down to do the chore. The drunk milf was unfortunately related to the landlord, so everyone usually did her bidding when she asked.

"Heh. That's more like it." The woman scoffed haughtily, swirling around to open her apartment door. She then once again turned around, as if she had noticed the stare boring a hole in her back. "What are you looking at, invalid? Hmph." 

She fumbled with her key, opened the door, and stepped inside. Unexpectedly, a leg popped inside, preventing the door from completely closing.

Ryan's eyes were already blood red. He was only barely holding on. Mark had also gone down without bothering to open his apartment door. Every single thing that could possibly go wrong had gone wrong!

And now, there was simply no other choice.

Ryan closed the door behind him and latched it. A loud click sounded, but the drunk still did not notice it. She had already collapsed on the couch and was snoring loudly. 

He stared at her like a wolf eying a helpless sheep. The heart beating inside her D-cup chest was pounding loudly in his ears.

But what he did next was important. So he did not rush in blindly and bite her. His teeth were a little rough, so he would definitely be able to draw blood. However, if he did that, he would leave a piece of incriminating evidence behind that would raise a lot of questions.

No, that was not the right way. Ryan's breathing was haggard now, as he was barely holding on to a shred of consciousness. He tried to think straight through the loud bloodlust blaring in his brain.

Knife! He needed a knife.

Ryan hurriedly rushed into the kitchen and grabbed the big knife that was on top of the table. This was it. He couldn't think clearly anymore. In one swift movement, he slashed the woman's wrist.

Ironically, it was the same spot he had cut his own wrist a few days after the accident when he was too weak and just couldn't accept his reality. His mom and sister had both cried a lot that day, and Ryan swore he would never resort to something so cowardly again.

But even that scar had disappeared now. Everything had changed. He was not the same weak, helpless person. He was now a predator, and he was going to survive and get through this!

Ryan's reddened eyes locked on to the beads of blood starting to dribble from the woman's hand, and he immediately plunged down to suckle on the injury.

Hng! His mouth made an audible groaning sound. This was heaven! Pure bliss! He squeezed the hand of the woman to let a few more drops dribble out. 

This finally stirred the drunk up, as she tried to move and push him away, but Ryan used his other hand to hold her down.

He did not plan on doing this, on taking advantage of someone who was at the lowest point in their life, but she brought this on herself. Now it was beyond his control.

The drunk struggled for a bit, but soon she passed out. The feeling of her body going limp under his hand snapped him awake, and Ryan finally pulled himself out of the bleeding injury with great difficulty.

"That is enough." He controlled himself as he hurriedly backed away and stood up. He couldn't afford to go any further. If something happened to her, then his life would also be over.

He took a few deep breaths as he looked around. He still couldn't believe it. He had actually done something like this. Seeing the unconscious woman lying on the couch vulnerably with her shirt disheveled and her bra exposed, numerous urges arose in his body.

His mind was racing, and the smell of the blood that still lingered made his pulse quicken. As his gaze wandered over the seductive curves of the mature woman, another part of his body also stood in attention. This was bad. He needed to leave. Now. 

He hurriedly grabbed the knife from the floor, erased all traces of his fingerprints using his shirt, and then got the hell out of there. Outside, a couple of grocery bags had already been placed, and Mark was just climbing the stairs, carrying the last one.

"Can you believe it! That bitch actually parked her car all the way across the street. I had to lug these around for 5 minutes! Dude, I am so pissed."

Ryan clenched his hand on the sides of his wheelchair that he no longer needed and nodded. It was difficult to remain calm in this situation, but he somehow managed.

"Can we go now? I would like to log in soon."

"Right. Sorry about that."

Mark casually tossed the last bag outside the door, not even bothering to knock, and then the two of them went inside. They both immediately logged into the game, and only then did Ryan let out a sigh of relief. 

That was really close. Too close! 

Under no circumstances could this happen again. He needed to figure something else out soon. He needed to upgrade this damned class ASAP!