Chapter 221 - 220 : Depth Of Darkness

Chapter 221: Chapter 220 : Depth Of Darkness

The next morning – 8:12 a.m.

The tiny apartment was still dark when Haruto woke up. The guilt from the previous night had not left. It sat heavy in his chest like a stone, pressing down on him until breathing felt difficult. He kept seeing the same image: Jennifer sitting on the sink, legs spread wide, pouring her own menstrual blood into a cup, then adding it to the curry she cooked for him. He had eaten that blood. He had swallowed her period blood without knowing.

The thought made his stomach turn.

He stood up, his naked body glowing in the faint morning light, and walked to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth twice. He washed his face. He looked at himself in the cracked mirror and felt disgusted.

What kind of person am I?

He had been eating a woman’s period blood every day for weeks. He had been comfortable with it. He had been happy with it.

The guilt felt heavier than before.

He needed to talk to someone. Someone who understood mental health. Someone who had helped him during his illness years ago.

He remembered Dr. Misaki.

She was Haruto’s mother’s oldest friend — a psychiatrist who had treated him during his long recovery. She still lived in the city, and Haruto had her number saved from back then. He had never called her. Not once.

But today, he decided he had to.

He dressed in his uniform, left the apartment without eating breakfast, and took the bus to the hospital. The journey took forty minutes. The bus was crowded. Haruto sat in the back, staring out the window, the guilt never leaving him.

When he reached the second floor of the hospital, he knocked on the door of the small consultation room.

"Come in," a calm, familiar voice answered.

Haruto pushed the door open.

Dr. Misaki looked up from her desk. She was still the same elegant woman he remembered — silver hair neatly tied, glasses perched on her nose, wearing a simple white blouse and dark skirt. She smiled warmly when she saw him.

"Oohhh... Haruto-kun. It’s been a long time no see."

Haruto stepped inside and closed the door softly.

"Yes, Sensei. It’s been a long time."

He sat down across from her. The room smelled of coffee and the faint antiseptic that always lingered in psychiatric offices.

"How is your health?" Haruto asked quietly.

Dr. Misaki folded her hands on the desk and smiled.

"It’s good, thank you. Do you need something from me?"

Haruto took a deep breath. The guilt was suddenly so heavy he could barely speak.

"Yes... I’m facing a problem. I need some advice."

Dr. Misaki’s eyes softened with concern. She leaned forward slightly, the morning light from the window behind her making her silver hair glow.

"Tell me everything, Haruto-kun. I’m here to listen."

Haruto looked at the floor, then back at her.

His voice was barely above a whisper.

"I don’t know how to explain it... but I think the woman I’m living with... she might need counseling."

The words hung in the air between them.

Dr. Misaki waited patiently, her expression calm and attentive.

Haruto finally spoke again, his voice shaking slightly.

"I... I think she needs help."

Haruto’s voice was low and hesitant as he sat across from Dr. Misaki in her small consultation room on the second floor of the hospital.

"The woman you are living with?" Dr. Misaki asked gently, her silver hair catching the morning light from the window behind her.

Haruto swallowed hard and answered carefully.

"I mean... my neighbour."

He did not mention Jennifer by name. He did not mention the apartment they shared. He did not mention the nights they spent oral fucking each other, the blowjobs, the piss drinking, or the fact that he had cum over her more times than he could count. He kept every physical detail hidden. He kept the truth of their relationship completely hidden.

Dr. Misaki nodded, waiting patiently.

Haruto took a shaky breath and began to speak.

"I noticed... she is obsessed with me, or something like that. How can I say it... I noticed that she mixed her period blood in food and invited me to eat that food. Every single day. So I think... she has been mixing her period bloods in food and making me eat that food."

The words hung in the air between them.

Dr. Misaki’s eyebrows rose slightly, but her expression stayed calm and professional.

"Wait... that woman was mixing her period blood on food? And making you eat that?"

"Yes," Haruto said quietly. "Every single day. I eat with her. Breakfast, lunch, dinner... she prepares everything. And I just... I eat it. I never once thought anything was wrong. But now I’m thinking... something is clearly wrong with her."

He looked down at his folded hands, his voice becoming smaller.

"I don’t know how to explain it... but the way she does it... it feels... disturbing. And I think she needs counseling. I think she might be in a very dark place right now."

Dr. Misaki leaned forward slightly, her hands resting on the desk. The morning light made her silver hair glow softly.

"Haruto-kun... can you tell me more about what you saw? When you noticed this?"

Haruto took another deep breath.

"She cooks every day. Every meal. She makes it with her period blood mixed in. And she invites me to eat. I thought it was normal at first. But now I’m thinking... she’s probably been doing it for weeks. And I’ve been eating her period blood without knowing. Without understanding. I’ve been eating a woman’s menstrual blood like it was part of the food."

His voice cracked slightly.

"I feel sick thinking about it. I feel disgusted. And I feel like I have to do something. I think she needs help. I think she needs counseling."

Dr. Misaki listened without interrupting, her expression serious and compassionate.

She finally spoke, her voice gentle but direct.

"I understand, Haruto-kun. This is a very serious situation. You need to tell me everything. From the beginning. How did you first notice it? How did she explain it? And what exactly are you feeling right now?"

Haruto took a deep breath and began to speak.

The morning light continued to shine through the window, but the weight of what he was about to say felt heavier than the entire building.

Haruto sat frozen in Dr. Misaki’s consultation room, the morning light from the window making the silver hair on her head glow softly. His hands were clenched in his lap, knuckles white. The words he had just spoken still hung in the air between them.

"I don’t know what it is," he whispered.

Dr. Misaki leaned forward slightly, her expression calm but serious. She folded her hands on the desk and spoke with the steady, professional tone she had used for years.

"This is a primary level of obsession, Haruto-kun."

Haruto’s head snapped up.

"Primary level?"

"Yes. When someone’s mind finds its only source of peace by giving something to you — and making you consume something that comes from their own body. In this case, she is making you eat her period blood. It is a form of extreme control. She is not just sharing. She is making you eat a part of herself, and she is finding excitement in the fact that you are doing it without knowing."

Haruto felt the blood drain from his face.

"Every day... she has been cooking with her period blood and making me eat it. And I never once noticed. I was eating her blood like it was normal food."

The guilt crashed over him again, heavier this time.

Dr. Misaki continued in a quiet, clinical voice.

"Her mind is finding its peace by giving you something that is deeply intimate and disgusting to most people. She will love it when you finally bite her. She will try to make you eat her body, her bodily fluids, her blood — anything that comes from her. Because the more you consume it without knowing, the more excited she becomes. It is like a dark game for her. She is turning your meals into her period blood and seeing your reaction. The more you eat it, the more power she feels."

Haruto’s stomach turned violently.

"I’ve been eating her period blood for weeks. Every single day. I’ve swallowed her blood. I’ve eaten curry mixed with her menstrual blood. And I never once thought anything was wrong."

The psychological pressure was crushing him.

It was not just guilt. It was horror.

He had been eating a woman’s period blood like it was soup. He had let her cook it into his food. He had swallowed it. And he had never known.

The sick feeling in his stomach was getting worse. His hands were shaking. His heart was pounding so hard he could feel it in his throat.

Dr. Misaki watched him carefully.

"You need to consider the escalation, Haruto-kun. This is still at a primary level. If it spreads further, it can become dangerous. She will want you to eat more of her — her blood, her urine, her sweat, biting her breast, even parts of her body. She will create situations where you are forced to consume something that is completely unethical. And in the final stage... it can turn into something much more dangerous. It can make someone want to kill. Or worse."

Haruto’s face went pale.

"Kill...?"

Dr. Misaki’s voice became softer but more serious.

"Yes. When someone is deeply obsessed with this kind of ’giving’ and control, the final stage can be very dangerous. The person may want to see how far they can push you. They may want to make you eat something that leads to death, or something that will destroy your mind completely. It is not just food anymore. It becomes a game. A very dark game."

Haruto sat there, stunned, the morning light suddenly feeling cold against his skin.

He had been eating her period blood every day.

He had swallowed her blood.

And he had never once suspected the depth of her obsession.

The guilt was no longer just guilt.

It was terror.

Because he realized now — how deep this woman’s darkness went.

And how close he had come to eating something far more dangerous than he ever imagined.