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Chapter 185 – Customer First

    Chapter 185 – Customer First


    <span style="font-weight:400">It doesn’t take me long to run to my destination, thanks to all the strength the girls are sharing with me. It’s quite dark now so people barely notice a dark silhouette zooming past them like wind. I can very much notice another one zooming right after me over the rooftops. No surprise that Hecate isn’t going to let me head out alone.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Stopping in front of one of the big mansions in the noble residential district, I take only one nce at the golden gate with big letters spelling ALTCROFT disyed in an arch atop it. It feels a tiny bit familiar for some reason, but I guess it must have appeared in the details of themission or something. The residence’s sentries are clearly already informed about the situation and lead me inside. No doubt the guests have been vocal enough about their request for it to make it to them.


    <span style="font-weight:400">A few flights of marble stairs and hallwayster, I’m guided through massive double doors and enter a decently spacious chamber clearly meant to be a high-ss meeting ce with lots of sofas, tables for food, a dance floor, cosy firece, and so on. All marble and gold, of course. This family is clearly rich as fuck, but I already knew that from my initial talks about payment with Abarth.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Loudughing and giggling reach my ears as I nce around the room, spotting four of my girls still proudly standing by one wall each. The rest of them are sitting or strutting by the feminine voices in the resting area. Save for Ressia, who approaches me with her ears down and tail tucked between her legs.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I give her a little ruffle as we meet. “Cheer up. You did great till this point. Lesson number one. Nothing ever goes ording to n. Now, let me take over. I heard there are some brats that need a good lecture.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">A half-smile shes briefly on her plump lips and her tail makes a few hesitant wags. She nods at me and I sneak in a quick peck on her cheek as I push forward, hearing the speed-up of her fluffy appendage behind me, almost making me chuckle.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As I walk closer to the sofa our clients are piled up on, sharing drinks andughs together, my girls notice my approach and tense up a little. I wave at them to be at ease and continue interacting with the guests as they have been.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Arriving behind the group of five youngdies dressed in colourful decorative dresses, I cross my arms. They haven’t heard me approach, which is perfect.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I heard someone wished to see me?” I say with a deep tone.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Four women gasp in shock as their heads snap to the back while the one in the middle sinks further into the sofa and hides her face in her hands, most likely from the pure embarrassment of having forced the boss of her hired guards to show up.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Must be our pretty host. d to know that she has some leftover humility, even if it’s not really her fault so she shouldn’t feel too bad about it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Goddess, I have goosebumps!” one of thedies exims with a gleeful giggle.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How did you appear out of thin air? That was scary. You are like a murderer,” another adds with an excited shudder.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We’ve heard so much about you!” The third one beams at me and they exchange nces, giggling together again. “But, are you going to keep your face hidden? It does make you look a tad scary, I have to admit.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That depends.” I walk around them to be in front of the sofa, next to the low table. “Are you going to behave nicely if I do?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Without waiting for a reply, I pull back my hood and shake my silver mane, raking my fingers through my hair to fix it up a little bit. Since I’m already here, I might as well humour them. Customer is always right and all that.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Loud <i><span style="font-weight:400">ooh’s</i><span style="font-weight:400"> and <i><span style="font-weight:400">ahh’s</i><span style="font-weight:400"> escape their lips, save for one person, of course, who keeps feeling quite embarrassed. I don’t think she can sink any further into the cushion seat but she does a good job blending in with the white-gold furniture thanks to her lolita-style white dress and beautiful white hair. The other girls have simr dresses but of different colours of course.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“My, my. How handsome. It looks like they were telling the truth.” The firstdy in green fans herself with her petite hand while gazing up at me with flushed cheeks, not purely from the alcohol.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Now I can see why they are so infatuated with you,” the third one in bluements, nibbling on her bottom lip.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Who wouldn’t want to work for such a looker? If I didn’t know better, I would easily assume he was a noble. A high one at that.” The second one in yellow studies me attentively.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“See? And you kept trying to convince us that it isn’t worth it and that their boss definitely is some average-looking schr-type or a seasoned adventuring veteran with a scarred face.” Thestdy in red elbows the birthday girl, who still keeps her face hidden.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Sounds like the host was doing her best to get her friends off their silly idea to demand my presence, which I certainly can appreciate. People who understand how you should treat any kind of hired service are really rare. It’s not much different herepared to Earth standards. Or perhaps it’s even a bit worse within thends of this quite rough realm. Especially when the service is provided by non-humans.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“And what if she would have been right?” I cross my arms over my chest. “What if I showed up extremely annoyed at your insane demand? You not only dragged my girls, who were supposed to guard you, into your celebrations, but even dared to order them to call for me. Though, <i><span style="font-weight:400">threatened</i><span style="font-weight:400"> them is a more urate word for it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Do you even know who we are?” The blue dress snickers, rolling her eyes lightly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You would dare to raise a hand at your own customer? That’s not very professional of you. I wonder what the guild would have to say about that.” The woman in green grins devilishly


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Please… Stop…” Some muffled and desperate requests make it through the white-haired girl’s fingers.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh,e on. It’s your birthday. Have some fun for once.” The yellow dress sighs at her friend. “All you do is work and study. All the time. We barely see you during our tea parties and gs.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m all for youdies having lots of fun tonight, but I would be d to resolve whatever your inquiry with me is as soon as possible. This isn’t the only business I run and I took my leave from tending to other customers. They expect me to return soon,” I interrupt them before another round ofments bounces off the four young noblewomen.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Our inquiry, huh?” The samedy taps her plump lips. “You know what, I think I got a better idea.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, I know that look on your face.” The girl in red giggles, biting down on her lip.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The golden one smirks alluringly. “Say, aren’t you tired aftering all the way here? Why don’t you sit down with us and moisten your throat a little? Right here, between me and our shy little friend.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I appreciate the offer but I’m good here. And this much was nothing. I’m in fairly good shape. You’d need a lot more to make me break some sweat.” I smirk back at her obvious y.


    <span style="font-weight:400">No doubt I would end up with all of those youngdies all over me in a sh. And, most likely, they would also try to push their timid friend onto me too.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s true. Master is the strongest of us. Even during our initiation, all of us working together could not tire him out,” Oniriments with a delicate flush and the other girls sitting with thedies nod along.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Even though our requestersck context, the wave of giggles makes it clear what kind of thoughts and fantasies float through their minds. They might never get to learn how urate those assumptions are. As long as none of my amazing mercenary beauties lets them know about that part of our activities too.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The yellow dress clicks her tongue at me. “You are so impatient. But, no matter. Since you and your girls seem so confident in your incredible <i><span style="font-weight:400">body</i><span style="font-weight:400">, why don’t you… show us some proof, then?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Are you suggesting I strip?” I raise an amused brow at her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">More giggling ensues and she roams her gaze all over me before continuing. “Do I? I just don’t want to make your mercenaries sound like liars. It would be unfortunate if some rumours started spreading that perhaps not everything about thispany is so truthful. But, it’s very easy to prevent that from happening.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Do you really think I can’t protect the good image of my girls or myself? I guess the father of your celebrating friend didn’t tell you who it was that introduced him to us. Go on. Feel free to say whatever you want. We’ll see who will end up in bigger trouble.” I chuckle at her while shaking my head.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, please, won’t you do it just this once?” Thedy in green does her best impression of puppy eyes. “We are just so curious. It would be such an amazing gift for our friend here. A strong, muscr, powerful adventurer from up close. We won’t say anything about it to anyone, I swear.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We can pay. Name your price,” the blue one chimes in. “Since this obviously wasn’t in the initial request, we will naturally cover the fee for additional services. Everything for our sweet friend, right?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The other women nod eagerly and direct dazzling smiles at me. I snort internally. It’s more than clear that they are just using their <i><span style="font-weight:400">friend</i><span style="font-weight:400"> as an excuse to get some eye candy. And perhaps thanks to all the alcohol they have already consumed during the celebration, they definitely are much bolder with their demands and general behaviour than they usually are.


    <span style="font-weight:400">There is no real reason for me to ept. But, as I nce over my girls sitting around the small coffee table, they all look up at me with somewhat curious and expectant gazes. A plethora of rosy cheeks meet my eyes, at least wherever they aren’t covered by adorable fur. I can also sense the women standing guard around the chamber listening to the exchange attentively.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Well, why shouldn’t I give them a little show if they’ve been hyping me up for quite a while?


    <span style="font-weight:400">And why shouldn’t I also show a few cocky nobledies what happens when they mess with the wrong guy?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Trying to hide my grin as my lovable mercenary squad realises my intentions through our bond and grows all excited in a sh, I gently shake my head and let out a heavy sigh.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Alright. But only because today is a special day and you are technically our first customers. It would leave a bad taste in my mouth to cancel the very first request. Sir Abarth seemed like a very nice man and I don’t want to make him anxious that the birthday party he nned for his daughter isn’t going to end well,” I respond to their taunts.


    <span style="font-weight:400">They p their hands and squeal like kids, exchanging nces with each other. The one in the red dress grabs the cloth covering the table and yanks it to the side, which results in all the tes, wine sses, food, and drinksnding on the floor with loud clutter. But, of course, rich people couldn’t care less about wasting or destroying stuff they can just rece with a wave of their hand.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Throwing the cloth away, she grabs a bottle of champagne from next to the sofa the main quintet is sitting on and the four somewhat tipsydies huddle up together, almost squishing the poor birthday girl between them. They wiggle around to get allfortable and start taking swigs from the bottle while grinning excitedly and drilling holes in my person with their intense gazes. Though our host continues to hide herself in embarrassment, I can clearly tell that she does increase the gaps between her fingers by at least a tiny little bit.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Honestly, I can’t really me her. Curiosity is a powerful emotion. Maybe this will make it a tad easier for her and she’ll forget about her embarrassment for at least a moment, while the attention of her nagging friends also switches purely to me instead of tormenting her. I don’t mind her enjoying this fully since she seems like a great girl but I fear that pointing it out would only scare her away even more.


    <span style="font-weight:400">So, with one more light sigh, I close my eyes and focus. The next time I open them, a wave of pleasant warmth gently spreads from me as I hit the four snotty noblewomen with quite a bit of my aura and skills. They flush instantly and some of them begin fanning themselves from me just looking at them with a charming smile.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Let’s begin our little game.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Putting my thumbs behind my belt, I step forward and get up onto the table. They chuckle quietly and lock their eyes on my fingers. I move them around a bit and then pull them up, evoking some disappointed groans. Trailing them over my leather vest, I reach the breastte and knock on it with my knuckles three times. They all gasp as the metal disappears into my spatial storage and I smirk at them.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Striking a somewhat alluring pose, I slowly turn around and give them a sweet smile over my shoulder. Wiggling my hips from side to side, I unhurriedly open my coat and let it slide off me, revealing more of my still-covered back. Some appreciative humming answers my efforts and when I also drop the vest, showing the purple shirt underneath, they all almost moan out loud. Those quiet cries be audible when I flex the material to its limits, listening to the sounds of the girls chugging the champagne down like thirsty travellers in the middle of a desert.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Turning around once more, I bring my hands up to my cor and fiddle with the first button while raising a yful brow at the nobledies. They swallow thickly even when it’s not their turn to drink anything and keep lightly nodding, reaching out with their necks most likely subconsciously. The gold dress is already breathing a tad quicker and shallower, unable to bring down the <i><span style="font-weight:400">heat</i><span style="font-weight:400"> even with the fan she’s picked up in the meantime.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Too bad something so puny won’t have the slightest effect on my ss.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Each time I pop a button, still keeping the shirt rtively shut, they bite into their lips stronger. The passing bottle stops in someone’s frozen hand as all of their attention focuses on my chest. And I can now spot a barely noticeable sparkle of a red iris behind the slender fingers of our kind host. A small grin sneaks onto my lips and she clearly notices me noticing, shutting her digits close in a sh and sinking even deeper into the sofa, doing whatever she can to appear as small and insignificant as possible.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Then, with one quick motion, I pull the shirt to the sides, ripping off the rest of the buttons. A collective gasp hits me right away, followed by a plethora of quite sultry moans. I let the shirt fall, but since it’s still tucked into my pants, it just hangs down from my belt behind my back. I act as if I’m examining my arms and front after the <i><span style="font-weight:400">unexpected</i><span style="font-weight:400"> loss of attire, effectively flexing quite a few good-looking muscles.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Thedy in green groans thickly. “Goddess almighty… He’s more chiselled than the most expensive sculpture mommy hides in her closet…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Look at those pecs, oh sweet daddy,” the one in red whispers with a slight shiver.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The blue dress licks her lips while grinding her thighs together. “Girls… The stomach… So <i><span style="font-weight:400">strong</i><span style="font-weight:400">, yet so <i><span style="font-weight:400">smooth</i><span style="font-weight:400">… The abs, gooddy…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Forget the abs,” the golden chick breathes out heavily. “Look at those abdominal lines going below his belt... I bet his cock must be <i><span style="font-weight:400">huge..</i><span style="font-weight:400">.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I bet he fucks those girls with it like an animal,” the green one adds with a needy whine.


    <span style="font-weight:400">They moan together with their cheeks blossoming with full crimson. A hand or two is sneakily travelling south here and there. That’s to be expected. I’m holding back enough for them not to instantly dive into the pot but their desires are stronger than I would have assumed. I guess that’s the young noble girls for you.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Stop hiding already and just look.” The yellow-dressed woman shakes the host. “You are missing out so much.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No!” the victim protests firmly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If you keep acting like a sheltered maiden he won’t show us more!” The one in red clothing groans. “It’s just starting to get good!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Somehow, the otherdies join in on the notion as I keep posing with my chest exposed and they grab the petite girl’s wrists. She fights back valiantly as they continue to admonish her silly behaviour and keep trying to convince the shy girl to let go. Then, with one good coordinated tug from both sides, they finally tear the gentle hands away and force the timiddy to look at me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Our eyes meet and we both freeze at once.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It’s Lyona.


    <span style="font-weight:400">shes of memories from earlier surge through my mind and it finally clicks. The man’s request for a noble birthday escort, her sudden absence on the day of themission, the giant-ass lettering above the mansion’s gate, the lolita-style dress of the host, her lithe stature, perfectly white hair, and finally, ruby-like eyes.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Man was I damn blind.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Her face turnspletely flushed in a fraction of a second and she springs to her feet, bolting away with surprising speed and agility.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Lyona!” I shout behind her as she disappears behind one of the intricate wooden doors, passing them so fast they m shut strong enough to shake the entire frame.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Whoops.” The woman in gold blinks a few times in surprise. “She isn’t really that skittish normally.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I re her way and she shudders lightly. But, I quickly tone it down as the only person I can me for this entire thing is myself. If I paid more attention to everything, this could have beenpletely avoided. I knew that surname at the gate rang the fucking bell.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So… You guys know each other?” the green dress asks awkwardly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Ignoring her, I tell our girls to look after them and jump off the low table, heading for the same exit as Lyona. Behind the fancy door, I find a long corridor filled with paintings and busts. A few servants keep whispering between themselves so I approach one of the women and hit her with some of my aura. She dly lets me know where Lyona went and I run after the spooked girl.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Soon, I arrive in front of a ss exit leading into what looks like a spacious balcony. Seeing the familiar figure on the other side, I slow down and unhurriedly make my way into the open air. She definitely doesn’t miss my arrival but keeps her back to me while resting her elbows on the stone balustrade.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Pondering briefly on what to do next, I decide to walk up to the edge too, keeping some distance between them so as not to scare Lyona away by being too pushy. She doesn’t run, but as I reach the guardrail, she turns her face away from me. I smile wryly to myself and rest my elbows on the stone too, letting out a deep sigh.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m sorry,” I begin before the silence draws out for way too long. “I have no idea how I haven’t realised Sir Abarth is your father and that this is your birthday party. There were so many signs. I’m just really stupid sometimes.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No.” She shakes her head gently, still avoiding looking at me. “I’m sorry. I also didn’t notice until my father showed up with the girls by his side. I can’t believe I missed it. I even took a peek at the request. I really should have paid more attention to the client and other details.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Looks like we both made ourselves look like goofballs.” I snicker lightly. “Gods, and speaking of the girls, they didn’t say a single word about this to me in their mental reports. There’s no way they didn’t recognise <i><span style="font-weight:400">you</i><span style="font-weight:400">. Someone might need a bit of disciplinary punishment.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">That draws out a quiet chuckle from her. “Don’t be too hard on them, okay? They might have assumed that you were fully aware. It wouldn’t be surprising considering how infallible you are in their eyes. They kept singing only praises of you, both during our conversation back at the headquarters and here during the party.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, even the Goddess makes mistakes sometimes.” I smirk to myself, sensing a slight pout at the very edge of my mind, almost making me snort.


    <span style="font-weight:400">That ufortable silence which I wanted to avoid descends upon us. I really fucked up. But, that’s obvious. All I can do now is to salvage the situation as much as I can. Hopefully, this incident won’t make Lyona quit, though I would understand if she does. It might be really awkward and embarrassing to show up at work now.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Again, I’m really sorry.” I sigh once more. “I apologise for ruining your party. I let my ego take control of my actions and did something truly shameless. I never should have acted like that in front of you and your friends.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No.” Lyona’s dazzling white hair ripples mesmerizingly as she shakes her head again. “They kept provoking you and you had all the right to answer them with much worse than you had. I have to apologise for being unable to keep them in check. They are my responsibility as a host and I failed at it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, at least you tried.” I shrug lightly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Not hard enough.” She exhales a little shakily. “I disyed apleteck ofpetence today, and in recent days. If you would like to cancel our contract, I will understand. I don’t think I’m good enough to represent yourpany.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What?” I look at her incredulously, noticing that she’s moved her face to the front now. “I am the one worrying here that you will quit because your boss just jumped on your table and started stripping right in front of you during your birthday party.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">We chuckle together after a moment and return our gazes to the starry sky ahead of us.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So, I’m not getting fired?” Lyona sneaks a little nce my way.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Goddess, no.” I snort. “I need you. There aren’t that many people I can trust openly but you are a good person, I can feel it just by looking at you. Plus, Elise would be utterly heartbroken.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” she replies a bit hesitantly. “Or even she doesn’t.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Of course. We all have secrets or very private matters. It’s not like you know everything about me either,” I respond. “Though, I don’t know how much did Elise bber out to you. Besides most likely the fact that I''m a lecherous womaniser who runs a brothel and keeps ying around with girls of all races, unable to keep his hands to himself.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t know about that.” Lyona takes one more peek my way, quickly averting her gaze. “She usually keeps talking about how incredible of a man you are and how her life changed after you hired her, and then took her in as your woman.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t believe everything she says. The girls tend to exaggerate things a lot. Especially when ites to <i><span style="font-weight:400">size</i><span style="font-weight:400">.” I wink at her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She graces me with a quiet giggle as my little joke seeds at easing the tension a little. Still somewhat awkward, Lyona doesn’t keep her gaze to the side, now mostly looking ahead or sneaking some peeks my way.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Watching her pretty face from the profile, I notice her quite visibly quickened breathing. After that, another detail bes apparent to me, the sweat slowly gathering over her forehead and flushed cheeks. Her hands are joined over the stone railing and keep rubbing together anxiously.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Are you alright?” I ask, slowly moving a little closer and leaning over the balustrade to take a better look at her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Get away!” Lyona screams in panic, raising her voice for the first time ever, and jumps away.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I hastily step in the other direction while raising my hands in the air. “It’s okay. I apologise. I’m not going to touch you ore anywhere close to you. If my presence makes you ufortable, I’ll leave right away.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No!” she shouts back at me, almost turning my way but stopping herself at thest second. “It’s not your fault. It’s me. Well… Maybe it is a little bit…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I follow her quick, skittish nce and mentally p myself on the forehead. I totally forgot that I ran out of that room with my top halfpletely naked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Fuck. I’m so sorry. I’m really on a marathon of mistakes today, aren’t I?” I chuckle wryly. “I’ll get myself covered right away.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s alright. It won’t really make too much of a difference,” she replies.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What?” I frown at her. “Why?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Because… It’s the smell…” She shows a trace of an uneasy smile from the side.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Damn. I stink so much?” I give myself a quick sniff.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No.” Lyona chuckles sweetly at my actions. “It’s not bad but… <i><span style="font-weight:400">enticing</i><span style="font-weight:400">.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh. Well, that’s actually part of my ss. I wanted to y a trick on your friends and make them a bit bothered with my abilities. Even when toned down, this is still a tiny bit noticeable to girls with good senses.” I rub the back of my head nervously.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No,” she disagrees for like the hundredth time. “This isn’t about that. Elise told me a little bit about your abilities and how amazing they are. Actually, I should be a little more resistant to your charms than others. The enticing smelles… from your blood.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“My blood?” I smile at her confusedly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She studies me as much as she can without directly facing my way. There’s some inner turmoil taking ce in her head for sure as she squeezes one hand with another anxiously. Coming to some kind of a decision, Lyona takes a deep breath, closes the additional distance we have recently created, and turns to me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I… I’m a Vampire…” she admits, looking up at me with those deep, ruby eyes of hers.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But, this time, they also glow with a scarlet hue in the light of a full moon. She swallows heavily, rolling her slender hands into fists, awaiting my reaction.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Really?” I smile softly. “That’s amazing.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That’s… amazing?” Her adorable mouth hangs open in disbelief.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah?” I smile at her warmly. “What else would it be?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You are not… afraid?” she asks.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Does one’s race have to always dictate if they are good or bad?” I ask her back. “Though, honestly, this is my first time meeting a Vampire. I didn’t think humanoid Vampires existed in this… realm. All I could read about was mindless monsters craving for blood looking like a cross between a vulture and a wolf.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That’s because our existence is closer to a secret,” she answers. “We don’t really have a country or even an established society. We hide amongst other races without ever revealing ourselves, concealing our unusual abilities or features behind our sses. Only a Vampire can really recognize another Vampire on the streets.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I see.” I nod at her, continuing to admire her gorgeous, bright red eyes. “Can you turn others into a Vampire with your bite?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What?” She chuckles adorably. “No, why would you think that? We are born like any other humanoid race.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Nevermind that.” I snicker awkwardly. “But you still need blood to survive, right? What about <i><span style="font-weight:400">normal</i><span style="font-weight:400"> food?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Blood is like water to us. Try not drinking any for an extended period of time and see what happens,” she replies with a gentle smile. “With the only difference being the fact that we can actually live just off blood, ignoring any other sustenance. For most other races, ignoring either is often a big problem.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I guess that’s a nice perk. Depending on one thing.” I stroke my chin thoughtfully. “Do you need specific blood? Like… humanoid blood?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Any blood works, as long as it’s not toxic or poisonous.” She shakes her head. “Animals do just fine, and even some monsters too. You might even find a bunch that can be considered delicacies. But, it’s true that blood from most humanoid races is the most nutritious and also tastes great.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Do you suck people a little without them noticing?” I raise a brow at her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Goddess, no!” Lyona waves her hands dismissively. “My family is a long line of medicinal alchemists and drug-based healers. We have contracts with many individuals or groups who deliver us samples of their blood for our <i><span style="font-weight:400">research</i><span style="font-weight:400">, in exchange for our products. And if we ever run low on our supplies, we hunt outside the city for deer or other game.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That’s… actually super smart.” I nod to myself. “So, I guess I belong to those rare delicacies you mentioned earlier?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s more than that,” she answers, her eyes roaming around my neck as she swallows lightly. “I think you can imagine how scenting a delicious meal can feel like. Just walking down the street and the wind wafts the mouth-watering smell right in your face. You salivate a little bit, perhaps your stomach rumbles, and you are drawn to it or reminded about your hunger.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Lyona slowly and sensually licks her pouty lips.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“This is much more powerful.” She tries topose herself with a deep breath but it might have apletely opposite effect as she inhales more of that <i><span style="font-weight:400">scent</i><span style="font-weight:400"> and shudders. “As you might have heard from Elise or my friends, I’m not usually like <i><span style="font-weight:400">this.</i><span style="font-weight:400"> Your blood is so potent that it affects my body. Just your mere presence makes me… <i><span style="font-weight:400">hot</i><span style="font-weight:400">. It’s like my blood answers to yours. Yearns to be united. But also knows it’s somehow inferior so it feels a bit anxious. It bes… submissive. Yet the yearning is unfathomable.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">That exins a thing or two. Now I understand how she can so quickly turn back to her neutral and cold persona right after leaving my close vicinity. It turns out that Lyona isn’t exactly extremely shy around me but it’s my blood that makes her a bit timid, like a star-struck fangirl being in the same room with their idol, I guess. Or a young girl in a room with the boy she’s crushing hard on.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’ve never felt like this until the day Elise brought me in front of you,” Lyona continues. “I was so taken aback that I don’t think I uttered more words than my own name. No one in our family has either. It’s like in our legends, the tales of our ancestors, the ones we hail from.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Oh fuck. Here we go again.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s almost like you are a Primordial.” She chuckles softly and shakes her head at the hrity of her own statement.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Fucking knew it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I snort at her and rub my forehead. “Oh boy, do I have something to tell you…”
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