《Vampire Villainess》 Hot Blondes (Prologue part 1) A ruby-red head of hair rises from under a pile of naked flesh,splayedlimbs,andsweat covered skin.Redirisesscanthosesurrounding her,the now floppy appendagesof her previous laysresting against people''s thighs. She exhaled and clumsily crawled out from under the groupandmade her way across the room to the nearest window,ensuring she didn¡¯t steponany ofthe sleeping bodies. She leaned againsttheglass walland sighed. The vampire watched the scramble of people below, the signsofother buildingsblinkingandreflecting off the glass ofthehigh-risepenthouse. Her eyes followed a uniformed man chasing after a young man who had snatched someone''s purse, the teen scaling a wall and sneaking into a boarded-up building.The policeman fidgetedin front of the building beforegiving up andwalking away, due to awareness to what kind of creature marked that building as his territory.The vampire moon-bathing on that building''s rooftop pulled down his sunglasses and stared at the teen who just encroached on his property.She watched the blood drain from the thief''s features as fangs plunged intothepurse snatchersthroat. She folded her arms over her ample chest when theothervampire looked up to her direction,hesmiled and gave acheekywink before he dragged the teen''s corpse into his den.She clicked her tongue.She was in the highest high-rise in the city,tallenough that anyhumancouldn¡¯tseeheror even sense her, other vampires were an exception, they could tell when someone was watching them feed, especially when it was another vampire, but this building was high enough that he could only guess her general direction. ''Charlatan.'' There was a tattoo on themalevampire''schest, a blood red moon, thesymbolisused torepresent the highest class of vampire, the supreme pinnacle of existence, patient zero, the first, the seed that started the vampiric plague.By just glancing at him she knew he was at most a 5th generational vampire, she hasn''t seen anything earlier than a 7th generational one in millennia.She isn''t surprised that True Ancestors were beginning to masquerade as blood moon class vampires. No one has seen those primordial existences in millennia. She ran a tongue along her teeth,and realized they were bare, her pearly whites lacked their guard. Her eyes narrowed and her head whipped to the pile of people napping. A grimace graced her features as she quickly spottedthe fang markson different people''s wrists. "Fuck.FuckityFuckFUCK!" The author''s narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. Overwhelming disgust. "Motherfucking Blood Chasers!" Vampirism happens with a single bite. And against all odds, this world had a substance that incapacitates them; when it''s smoke is inhaled most vampires would fall into a deep slumber, sometimes for days on end, even blood moon class vampires would be absolutelykonkedout for an hour underthatinfernal item¡¯seffects. With vampires being above the law, extravagantly wealthy, impossibly gorgeous, and gifted with a myriad of supernatural abilities. Theyare those that wish to be one and would go to any length to achieve that. Acrienium,it comes from a rock much like how quicksilver comes from cinnabar.Vampires have a monopoly on that exceptionally rare rock, preventing the viscous rainbow oil-slick like substance;that most importantly;will leave them vulnerable from landing in the hands of revolutionaries and anyone that wants to shake the status quo. Of course, therewill beundiscovered veinsorloadsout there, and those looking to overthrow vampires or become them would gladly pay a pretty penny for the rarity, despite the risks and consequenceswith being caught with it. Mostof the peoplewho chance upon itwouldprefer to hand it over to the authorities and get rewarded, but only the most ambitious and greedy would try selling it to any human. Blood diggersare the termsgiven to individuals trying to court or get close to a vampire in the hopes of immortality.AndBlood Chasers, nomenclature stolen from bug chasersare people who pursue sexual activity with vampires in order to contract vampirism, normally without the vampires consenting to convert them,large broods cost money and lots of paperwork,you see,and if it''s found that a vampire has a bunch of rogueprogeny? Well, let''s just saytherewill beheavy consequences, that''s for sure.Acrieniumis the vampire roofie of the Blood Chasing world. And our protagonistwas a victimthepractice.So, unsurprisingly, she''d take back the gift.This group of degenerates were simply unlucky enough to run into a true ancestor, the kind with an extremely high tolerance forAcrienium,what would have normally knocked out a vampire for days only took effect for an hour or so. Whoever they had in charge of relocating them during their transformation and before the vampire that turned them wakes up is in for a surprise. Bare feet stepped over bodies as she made her way over to the host of the orgy, quickly zoning in on her mouth guard, prying it from the voluptuous blonde''s hands. ''To think Ieven hada modicum of respect for you.'' She glanced down at the woman''ssizable pair,''my judgment may have been skewed by hercleavage... and perfect ass. The bite mark tattoo on her inner thigh should have tipped me off... I just thought it was hot in a ''classy lady has a trashy tattoo in an intimate place'' kind of way...'' The vampire sliditback into her mouth and pursed her lips while she admired the mature woman''s looks for a few more moments before sighing and waving her hand. Red life gushed out from the orificesof all the peopleshe had bitten in the last hour, awakening themfrom the midst of theirtransformation, paralyzed and in excruciating pain. She could choose to stop the progress once they turn completely human, but she wasn''tintoleaving anyof themalive just in case they had more of that substance in a stash, that would just be leaving loose ends and more potential victims. The red-head watched as the skin of everyone but the middle-aged woman who invited her shriveled up, as terror rose in the blonde woman''s eyes,andshe screamed only to find no sound leavingher mouth.Soon the color left their skin and turned them into nothing more than a desiccated corpse; ones that would disintegrate into dust with a mere touch of a finger. Edgelords (Prologue part 2) She drummed her fingers on the table once the blonde had given her a list of names, and currently, she was debating whether she should pass on this information. There were too many vampires in this world and having the supplier send stuff to a rebellion would severely cut down their numbers. Blah, it didn¡¯t matter anyway, she¡¯ll come up with what to do in the bath, her fist wrapped around the blonde¡¯s hair, grabbing a fistful as she dragged the woman kicking and screaming into the bathroom with her. Her eyes glanced up at the small trail of blood in the air above her, travelling to the living room where the rest of the life energy was, gravitating towards the bigger mass; the blood she hasn¡¯t managed to drain from the blonde due to the woman recovering it due to her newly christened regenerative ability. She continued munching down. She moved to the woman¡¯s features, starting off with her tongue, and gingerly pulling out each little bite sized tooth, popping them into her mouth like candy, then the woman¡¯s lips and nose, eyelids and sharp cheekbones. She wrapped the woman¡¯s hair around her fist and bit down, taking her own hand with the bundle of blonde strands down into her gullet, burping after she ate one of the harder to digest portions of the blonde. Her own hand completely regenerating in mere seconds after she ate it. The redhead kissed her on her bare eyeball before jamming her exceedingly long tongue into the socket, wrapping it around her eyestalks before plucking them out and slurping them down. Eventually there was nothing left of her except for the blood that was in the orb in the living room. She finished her bath. She couldn¡¯t remember the last time she was angry enough to physically eat someone instead of just drinking from them. After sliding on her clothes she taps her finger on each leftover husk; causing them to disintegrate into small piles of dust due to their complete lack of moisture. The giant orb in the living room compressed itself as she waded through the ash covered floor towards the linen closet, looking for the vacuum. When she finally finished vacuuming up the room- a struggle, surely, due to the sheer amount of ash she had to dump from the vacuum bag, not once, but twice- the orb was pill-sized. She gingerly picked it up between her thumb and forefinger and tossed it at her shadow. The item disappearing within, she¡¯d save that for later. When she headed towards the elevator, she found it strange that a hooded man who was obviously not from this district got on after her, he was obviously human though, so she didn¡¯t have much to fear. Though the fact that he trailed her for the next few blocks did annoy her severely, so, she decided to stop and turn around and address him. ¡°Fuck off and quit following me.¡± He snorted before chuckling and then gradually broke out in crazed howling laughter, doubling over even. She just exasperatedly clicked her tongue at him in response. ¡°You and your kind, so arrogant and so set in your ways. Merely devouring people who inconvenience you-¡± He was starting to rant, and she wasn¡¯t interested in listening. ¡°A parasite that¡¯s what you are! A plague on this world!¡± Why were revolutionaries so annoying? ¡°You-You destroyed my life! I¡¯m here to get vengeance for my friends and family you motherfucking mosquito! That¡¯s why I made an oath, a promise to myself to slay every single one of you that I can find! That¡¯s why I have the title of hunter!¡± She rose a brow, people tended to use the word hunter all willy-nilly, but for the vampire community, well, they reserve that title for people who can kill blood-moon class vampires. But he was obviously just a revolutionary, there was none of the trademark screams of the fallen and people who had become her victims leaking from him, so he obviously wasn¡¯t one of them, which meant, simply, he was vanilla human. The vampire turned around to walk away, only to swallow her thoughts right when she did. A cacophony of screams broke out behind her, immediately causing her knees to buckle beneath her, due to the sheer volume of the audio that seemed to bounce around in her head, severely disorienting her and preventing her from fighting back. Her mouth opened as she lost control of it, her lips parting to upchuck her last meal, blood and chunks of flesh and bone poured out from her maw onto the pavement as she started to fall forward. She looked down to see a scaled fist poking out of her chest, and she grimaced, an individual from the last world she was from.Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit. She could see the cracks surfacing on his body, starting with the fist that was in her chest, ethereal light leaking out from within the expanding fissures. His fist pulled back, sliding out of her chest and the screams started dying down after she made impact with the ground now that his limb wasn¡¯t holding her up anymore. The redhead watched as fissures enveloped his figure, the tips of his hand beginning to crumble into chunks that dispersed when they hit the ground. Now that the screams were gone, she crawled over to him, now that he had begun to go weak too, and his eyes gradually widened as her head approached his neck, she wasn¡¯t going to just let him get away with this scot-free. No, she was going to ruin him just as he¡¯d ruined her. His crumbling hand formed a fist and struck her, smashing against her head in an attempt to hold her back, but it was futile, she was stronger than he is without his special ability, and each strike seemed to send his arm bursting into ash, speeding up his degradation. His other arm though desperately grabbed onto her scalp, attempting to pull her away, remaining whole as the rot hasn¡¯t spread to that portion of his body yet. A little known fact was that even hunters weren¡¯t immune to vampirism, so she bit off the tip of her thumb and forced it into his reptilian mouth, forcing him to drink her blood as her fangs pierced his own flesh, with a vampire of her power, only she could kill any of her direct progeny. She watched as the cracks seemed to be filled with red and swirling black, almost stitching itself together, though, his lost arm merely stopped crumbling and turned into a smooth stump. His hibernation for his conversion will last a few hours once it gets settles in. So he was vulnerable, and couldn¡¯t stop her as he was going through the paralysis stage. The hunter grew more frantic and even bit down on her hand instead of just trying to push her away now that he could feel her fiddling with the hem of his sweatpants, her hand trailing down his toned abdomen to reach under his pants. The blood that she was drinking was slowing down the process of her destruction, so she was free to do as she wished while his fear mounted. She wasn¡¯t going to just defile him in one way now, no longer stopping at turning him into what he hated most, dooming him to his fate for eternity as she was the only one who could have ended it, no she was going to defile more than just his purpose and philosophy, she was going to defile him physically too. After his release she wiped her sticky limb on his shirt as snot dribbled from his snout, tears flowing down after her actions. As much as she wanted to continue torturing this hunter, she didn¡¯t have the energy to continue, she pushed herself onto her back next to him, watching the starless sky as the lizard continued to gasp and tremble next to her. Black fluid rose from her lungs to her mouth and she coughed it out while she was left lying on the asphalt as the fissures continued to spread along her body. She continued to collapse, starting from the hole in her chest, she watched it slowly cave in on itself, the red that was the blood and life essence she absorbed earlier bubbling up out of her chest, now fully drained out of her body and being replaced by the tar-like black fluid that made up the entirety of her being. A weak laugh flowed out of her mouth, yes, she was a vampire, but, she was a blood moon class vampire, a parasite that transcended worlds and time, just because this form was destroyed doesn''t mean that that was the end of her. She could never understand why the universe created hunters when all it intends to do is relocate her after she was ¡®exterminated¡¯. She couldn''t feel any pain, but she could feel her strength and power draining out of her, the nothingness before the re-existence approaching, she glanced towards the form of the hunter that was slowly transforming to fit in better with this environment, his scales fading away and being replaced with flesh more fitting a resident of this world due to the influence of her blood. She briefly wondered how many of her progeny''s kin did he kill off before he managed to find her, because if he didn¡¯t save her for last, he¡¯d be dooming this world to the same fate as his own, since her first progeny was still alive. Nightgowns She cracked her eyes open, vision adjusting to the new light and new identity. Emerald green silk curtains surrounded her, hanging from long mahogany bed posts, billowing in the room despite the lack of an open window. She turned on her side despite the aching in her body, that she couldn''t feel, to see a small white teacup with golden edges and an elaborate floral scenery painted upon the porcelain, a red lip print on its rim. Her fingers pressed upon her own lips to see if it was her own lipstick smeared upon it, she reached down and wiped her hand on the duvet - one of the duvets. There was a decent amount of pressure pushing down on her, she was under many thick layers of blankets and duvets. Next to her there was an old, and entirely unnecessary, fireplace, radiating a warmth she couldn''t feel onto her, and her bed. Beside it, a huge, almost wall length window smattered with condensation at the foot of her bed. The starry sky just beyond her, one she didn''t recognize. Moonlight, milky and diffused, flooded in through the tall windows, illuminating the lavishly decorated room, reflecting off the various golds and satins scattered throughout. She tilts her head downward to look at herself and spots her hands, they weren''t hers, they seemed to belong to an 18-19 year-old woman. Long slender well-manicured fingers, delicately decorated with a currant red nail polish, thin lines in a darker shade of red forming an elegant pattern on the French tips. She''d never paint her nails currant red, in fact, she''d rarely paint her own nails in her past life, painting others? She enjoyed doing so, because it was a soothing past time done with her many play things. She enjoyed pampering them and bonding with them, holding their hands to do their nails was a calming almost intimate act for most she had ownership over. She did think it was a pretty color, but she had red hair in her past-life, and scarlet red eyes; she was a vampire, even a tiny bit of extra red felt gauche to most members of her race. She focused her hearing as she can hear a hushed discussion in the next room. Legs swung from the center of the bed to hang off the edge of it, she wanted to at the very least make a quick getaway if the discussion was something dangerous that would cut her still vulnerable and new life short. The fingers of her left hand clasped around the ribbon on her nightgown, fiddling with it as she eavesdropped on the conversation. "Yeah, but is she okay? We did everything we needed to under the orders of her retainer, but will she be okay?" "Who knows how long she''s been in the snow¡­ Depending on how long she had been left lying there before anyone saw her, then well-" He was cut off. "I think it''s best if we wait for the doctor''s response on the young mistress'' situation instead of wildly throwing around conjectures, he has yet to speak." There was a silence as they waited for the aforementioned doctor to speak. He cleared his throat after a few moments of silence, "she doesn''t have a pulse." There was a shocked hush before panicked conversation among them. "Y-you mean she''s dead?! She was still breathing when I found her!" "W-we did everything, we wrapped up her body, we got her warm and they said she would wake up!" "Oh-no, no, no that can''t be! Big sis wouldn''t succumb that easily, she- she wouldn''t die just like that¡­" "Where is the vice president? During such a trying time when his superior is dying, he''s nowhere to be found." "Callum would normally have rushed over for this, since there''s a chance he''ll get that promotion he always wanted, sad he wasn¡¯t here to receive this good news, eh?" In an attempt to lighten the mood he tiredly laughs in the hopes others might join in, no one does. The vampire furrowed her brow as she realized they might be talking about her, and places two fingers on her neck to check her pulse just to be sure, since she normally always lacked a pulse just as she had awoken. Nothing. She glances around and sees her reflection in the mirror hung on the wall to her left; sleek obsidian hair parted down the middle, slightly smeared ruby red lipstick, and skin of alabaster white. Her features were accentuated by dark arched shapely eyebrows, mossy green eyes framed by thick lashes, and a beauty mark underneath her right eye, she wiped at it to see if it was real, it was.You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story. Picking up a handkerchief on the bedside table, she could feel her hands shake while holding it, she couldn''t feel the cold, she couldn''t feel the warmth of the tea either. Many sensations are lost when someone becomes a vampire, she knew that, she never knew how it felt to experience those sensations though as she was, like all blood moon class vampires, born of the will of the universe, something that just came into existence. This time was no different, her body involuntarily shook and shivered but she couldn''t feel why her body was doing that. The longer she remained in that body the more it gradually lost those sensations, even though her mind couldn''t perceive them, they were still there, the shaking gradually lessened and she picked up the warm teapot and poured the warm water into the teacup while listening to an argument that was beginning to pick up in the next room. She had been killed in many worlds, each time awakening in a random body in a random place, after she had awakened in them those bodies gradually acclimate to her presence and after 10 years or so, they stop aging. They were always dead when she got there, and it always took a few minutes before she gained their memories. Masquerading as a stranger is difficult to do. She dipped the handkerchief in the warm tea and ran the wet part along her lips, trying to remove as much as the red lipstick as she could. Her lips were unhealthily pale, and chapped, the severe temperatures from when this girl collapsed must have done a number on her. There was the sound of a door beyond hers opening up, and then within less of a minute someone being knocked to the ground, her sight drifted to the door as she waited for someone to go in, no one did. The discussion continued in its intensity while she sipped on the tea, focusing on starting a fake heartbeat, to get a pulse going while she felt some strength gradually return to her body. Getting up on shaky knees, she took slow steps with small strides while she went to the wall and rested most of her weight on it as she was still too weak to stand on her own. She''d gain all those crucial memories pretty soon, so she was planning to disperse all thoughts of her death soon. There were words of ''inform the marquis'', and ''inform the prince'' and other stuff like, ''make an announcement tomorrow'' and ''don''t. we''ll end up ruining morale so early in the school year'' from beyond the door. She managed to gain a tiny bit of strength back as she was halfway to the door, accidentally knocking over the dressing screen that was near her desk as she attempted to trudge across the room. There was a temporary hush and then another fervent discussion as conjectures wildly flew in the next room. Someone knocked on the door and a distinctly feminine voice called out, "Young Mistress?" She tried to respond but the sound coming from her throat was too feeble to be heard. She tried to clear her throat but all that happened was a wheeze before a weak cough. The loud voice that started an argument and ended up being knocked down earlier spoke again, "she''s obviously doing it to get back at the prince because of an argument they had earlier." Another argument ensued as people chastised and criticized the speaker. She felt her eyebrow twitch, this person literally died of hypothermia and this dick wad is insinuating that she''d fake it, even with all the memories of the dead girl bouncing around in her mind there was very little indication that she''d fake her death due to an argument. Aurelie yawned and tears pooled at the corner of her eyes, her hands instinctively clung to her body to fight off the biting cold despite her incapability of actually feeling it. The same man who insulted her earlier then spoke again, "She''s faking." The door flew open, and there was a silence where no one spoke or took a breath at the sight of her fragile form standing in the center of the moonlit bedroom. The moonlight backlit the sickly form of the marchioness to reveal the alluring silhouette her nightgown vainly tried to hide turning the rather modest chiffon nightgown into something more provocative. Her teary half-lidded gaze swept along the people beyond the doorway as she tilted her head in confusion, each person her eyes swept over had their breath caught in their throat when she looked at them. Obsidian tresses flowed down her back and tumbled over her shoulders, framing her face and hiding what so little skin the nightgown revealed. There was an audible gulp that broke through the silence and woke people up from their stupor. Her retainer, Elias, cleared his throat from the back of the group, "As we can see, the young miss hasn''t passed on. You are all disturbing her recuperation, I will have to escort you all out." The men quickly averted their vision, many of them had a pink tinge to their cheeks, especially the silver-haired one who burst through the door, Callum. No one had really believed her to be alive after the doctor pronounced her dead, so this sight and the fact that she was alive has shocked them to silence, the former more than the latter, but they''d never say that aloud. A slightly chubby girl walked into the room and placed a hand on her shoulder before quickly pulling back, "She''s burning up!" Her voice sounded exactly like the one who had called her big sis, but this girl was her future-in-law rather than a blood relative, and Callum''s cousin. The girl glanced back at the retainer and the maid, "I''ll go get the school''s doctor again." Aurelie was helped by her maid, Helene, return to her bed. Chatroom The Vampire''s eyes scanned the features of her servants, the maid was assigned to her by the school, and Elias was her personal attendant, a servant that was assigned to her when she was 11, he was 4 years older than her and his family has been serving her family for generations all the way back to when they were a barony. He struggled to keep eye contact, her chapped lips parted, "Did they really think I was dead?" Her voice was barely audible, and hoarse. He flicked his vision away as a very faint barely visible pink tinge begun to show up on his ears, "I wouldn''t dare to presume what ran through the mind of those personages." She shifts her attention to the maid, "And you?" The maid frantically shook her head in a panic, "I-I wouldn''t dare!" Her eyes drifted towards the teapot, "Throw the tea out, and after the doctor leaves, you are dismissed for the night." They bowed and then quickly left the room, Elias with his hand on the hilt of his sword to stand guard outside the room and the maid with the tray in her hands. The chubby girl, Lorraine, quickly returned with the school''s physician in tow. The middle-aged man with nondescript features had looked visibly pale once he entered the room, she raised her hand with the wrist side up for the doctor to check her pulse, and once he did he furrowed his brow and pulled out a wand, said a spell which caused the tip to glow, he brought it near her eyes and her pupils shrunk due to the light. He then bowed in apology for his grievous mistake. "There''s no need to apologize, sir. Since you are a doctor we are exceedingly lucky the mistake wasn''t a fatal one. It¡¯s a good thing information about my ¡®false¡¯ death hasn¡¯t gotten out yet. It would be terrible for the student¡¯s trust in our school¡¯s skilled physician." He shuddered. Her eyes looked wholly uninterested in the situation despite the blatant threat that leaked from her mouth. He was a former imperial palace physician, and due to a mistake of his he was discarded and only managed to teach at this school by pulling some strings, the fact that she brought it up was a little terrifying, but then again she was -that- marquis¡¯s daughter, that bat that flitted between factions, and she was engaged to Prince Lyons. He really didn¡¯t want to get mixed up in politics, but his error would cost him that, yet again, and likely meant he owed her a favor that she will be taking advantage of in the future. He glanced at Lorraine, the more innocent duke¡¯s daughter, two years her junior, and wondered if she caught how opportunistic the young marchioness was, and was surprised to see that she seemed to be in awe of her black heartedness, or more likely her political maneuvering. He exhaled and decided to discuss her recuperation. ¡°Well, you are still suffering from the remaining effects of hypothermia, so I don¡¯t recommend you leaving bed and exerting yourself anytime soon, Miss. Don¡¯t eat anything too heavy on the stomach, get lots of sleep, take warm baths, eat hot foods.-¡± ¡°I understand, basic procedure, yes?¡± ¡°...Yes.¡± He bobbed his head before turning to leave, followed by the other student. ¡°Elias, please escort them out, I wouldn¡¯t want any of my guests to be alone with how late it is. Especially, you, dear Lorraine, thank you for the concern you¡¯ve showed me, I¡¯m highly appreciative of it. And I¡¯m exceedingly sorry to do this, but, I¡¯d like to ask you for a favor, ¡° She paused looking seemingly pensive, ¡°Could you send over the documents I need to complete while I recuperate?¡± ¡°I¡¯m the secretary, it¡¯s part of my duties to make sure that the president gets her documents, there¡¯s no need to ask.¡± ¡°If only there was more I could do to thank you¡­¡± She looked wistfully out the window, giving the younger girl a weak smile. ¡°Haha~ There¡¯s no need for big sis to do anything to thank me, the fact that you¡¯re alive is more than enough.¡± The chubby girl did a curtsey out of politeness, ¡°Though, I¡¯d prefer if we got to talk more. After you¡¯ve recuperated, of course.¡± ¡°Of course.¡± She covered her mouth as she yawned and waved them away. And with that she had solidified a bond with Lorraine. Though they¡¯ve already been rather close in the past, it¡¯s just that last school year seemed to have distanced most students and cause the factions to reorganize themselves.This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon. After everyone left she fell backward into the soft down filled pillows of her bed with a ¡®pomf¡¯, ¡®Shit, I can''t believe I''m the villain in an otome game. A pretty shitty one too. Well, the characterizations of the characters were pretty shitty, especially the extremely generic heroine, the hinted at world building was pretty decent. I mean, I did finish all the routes. And I wrote a review on my blog. Mostly poking fun at it. I remember the general details, nothing like the specific lines that the heroine said to capture the hearts of the main guys, plus, they''re not the kind of people I want to have contact with. I vaguely remember their motivations... I think I sent the other blood moon class vampires a bunch of copies through the shadow concourse. Might as well try to talk to them through the channels.¡¯ 500,000 members/ 21,600 online / 64 in channel/ 9 online: OTOGE SHARING GiggaBOOTY: Hey ya''ll~ My form was just destroyed by an actual hunter recently. Coincidentally, remember ''Serenade of the doves''? Yeah, my new body is apparently the main villainess. I need the deets so that I can avoid the bad ends for my character. Licky2dicky: Wut? That shitty game? LOLOLOLOL, let''s hope the Hole-y maiden doesn''t go after Lyons, you''d have to reincarnate again even if she doesn''t get the good end. Wizzard: LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL, good luck Big Sis. PELORTHEBURNINGHATE?: PRAISE THE SUN Dumb?Daoist: Bot reported. PELORTHEBURNINGHATE?: Who the fuck you calling a bot? I don''t need to be a bot to PRAISE THE SUN! Wizzard: LOLOLOLOL, you fell for the bait. XD Licky2dicky: Big Sis, how far along the game''s timeline are you? I''ll give you a copy of the walkthrough I made, it has a chart for all the events'' dates for each route. OTOGEisLYFE: ARE YOU GUYS TALKING ABOUT THAT SHITTY GAME WITH THE SLUT MC? OMFG I CAN GO ON FUCKING THREE HOUR RANT ABOUT IT. WHY DID YOU SEND ME THAT PIECE OF SUFFERING! URGH, CAN''T FUCKING STAND THE MC, I ONLY STAYED FOR THE CRINGE. THE CGS DON¡¯T EVEN GIVE THE GUYS NIPPLES! GiggaBOOTY: @Licky2Dicky, Life saver T_T, I''ll send you a pack of salt and vinegar prangles through the shadow concourse. Also, first day. Dumb?Daoist: All caps is against the rules. Wizzard: LOLOLOL, They did anal in the gardening shed. STRawBear¡î: WAT? I''m in the middle of playing, what route is that? I only got to the event where she gets fingerbanged in the piano room. Wizzard: @STRawBear¡î Duane''s route, on the free time day of the fourteenth week, if you picked the gardening club and your affection is at 60 with him, pick the option to playfully splash him with the water in the wooden ladle. GiggaBOOTY: Uwah. You''d crush this life if you were in my position. OTOGEisLYFE: Sorry, old man. I had to emphasize how much I HATE the dick-brained MC. Wizzard: Fuck that. The MLs are all garbage. Plus, if you apply all that knowledge you''ll end up getting entangled with them, and god forbid you accidentally get them to fall in love with you. GiggaBOOTY: I agree on all of those points. Licky2Dicky: @GiggaBOOTY, Fuck yeah! Thanks. STRawBear¡î: @GiggaBOOTY, Big sis, you don''t have your copy of the game in your dimension? Dumb?Daoist: @OTOGEisLYFE, who the fuck you callin'' old, brat! GiggaBOOTY: I left my console charging in my apartment... Also, I really don''t want to play through the game again especially since I''ll be living it. PurpleNipples [MOD]: @OTOGEisLYFE, @Dumb?Daoist, if you don''t stop you will be silenced. Wizzard: Uwah. PurpleNipples came out, how''s your pussy? PurpleNipples [MOD]: My cat is fine, he just had low blood pressure. I wish I could turn my pets immortal without corrupting them. T_T PELORTHEBURNINGHATE?: OH yeah, @GiggaBOOTY, what do you think happened to your cat after you reincarnated? GiggaBOOTY: Thanks for reminding me that I left my cat in my personal dimension. Now I have to find out if cats exist here, and if they are pets. Licky2Dicky: And sent. It''s in your dimension! Don''t forget about the Prangles! STRawBear¡î: Wasn''t there some guy on the introductory channel who said that the game seemed to be set in his world? Wizzard: @DARK?, Big sis needs a tour guide!!! DARK?: ??? OTOGEisLYFE: @DARK?, When the shadow bazaar opens again meet me so that I can visit big sis in her new life. Since Big Sis still needs 50 years before she can enter it and 200 before she can start world hopping. DARK?: I''m lost. What? GiggaBOOTY: TL;DR: I died and reincarnated in your world, as the villainess in ''that'' game, I need a guide because this shithead only knew stuff pertaining to being a prince''s wife and school president duties. DARK?: Where R U? GiggaBOOTY: Criena. DARK?: Dorlingen? GiggaBOOTY: Yep. When you get here PM me. PurpleNipples[MOD]: Didn''t that game end with the holy maiden being incapable of properly getting rid of the miasma because of all the sex she was having? GiggaBOOTY: Wut? DARK?: Sure. I''m on a different continent, give me 2 months of mist travel. PurpleNipples[MOD]: There was no mention of her succeeding in any of the routes, and in Callum''s good end it even implied that they ran away to another country because of it. Wizzard: LOLOLOLOLOL OTOGEisLYFE: Oh shit. BIG SIS, T_T Licky2Dicky: Lemme double check. Dumb?Daoist: Think twice before having sex, kids. LOLOL. STRawBear¡î: I''m currently doing Callum''s route. I''ll PM @GiggaBOOTY when I verify it. GiggaBOOTY: @DARK?, if Bear verifies the miasma issue, take me away. Actually, take me away regardless, I don''t want to get mixed up in all the politics and drama. DARK?: Got it. She sent DARK? a PM. GiggaBOOTY: Do cats exist here? Are they pets? DARK?: Yes and Yes. Boop your kitty''s toe beans for me. GiggaBOOTY:? DARK?: Have a nice ?! GiggaBOOTY: You too! She logged off the channels and prepared to go to sleep, her body needed it. Nightgowns: Mens side (Part 1) A blue-haired young man burst through the doors of the young mistress¡¯ room clearly in a panic, holding a large bundle in his arms, ¡°I-It¡¯s Miss Aurelie! Sh-She¡¯s fainted out in the snow!¡± I removed my hand from the hilt of my sword and quickly rushed over, stretching out my arms and having the young mistress deposited into my grasp. ¡°Wh-where did you find her, sir?¡± Why didn¡¯t he send her to the infirmary? Hultha, she was freezing! I looked down at the faintly breathing Marchioness in my arms, her thick eyelashes decorated with tiny flecks of snow. If the situation wasn¡¯t potentially dire I would have even called it picturesque. ¡°She was near the base of the building! I-I found her on my way back from my classes, I thought it would be better if I brought her here since it was nearer, w-we need to warm her up, right? That¡¯s what people do when someone has hypothermia, right?¡± The young viscount seemed to be trembling, this was likely the first time he ever saw someone in this state. ¡°Right, sir.¡± Another person burst through the door just as I turned around, a familiar voice bursting out from behind me, ¡°I saw you carrying Big sis inside, is she alright?!¡± They both ignored my existence as I brought her into her quarters, it wasn¡¯t proper for me to be the one to undress her, and so I rung the trademark bell the young mistress used to call for us. Helene soon arrived and seemed to go weak in the knees at the sight, ¡°A new change of clothes and tuck her in.¡± When I returned outside another individual had joined in the fuss, another member of the student council, which isn¡¯t all that surprising, really, since all of them lived in the same building along with the young mistress. ¡°Apologies.¡± I bowed, ¡°For the sake of my young mistress¡¯ health I¡¯d like to request for your personal help.¡± There was a hush that befell them before the familiar brunette spoke, ¡°You have my blessing.¡± ¡°I need your personages help moving her bed to the fireplace. It¡¯s much too heavy for me to carry on my own. And for miss Lorraine to call the school physician.¡± The chubby girl nodded her head before leaving. The two males walked forward following after me, after Helene had left her room, signifying that she was done dressing the young miss. I hooked my fingers under the bed¡¯s frame, ¡°One, two, three, heave!¡± We all simultaneously lifted up the four poster, the tips of the bed posts grazing against the ceiling as we carried her bed, with her in it, to the fireplace that was started a few hours ago. Her fainting explained why she was late, normally she would have returned much earlier. By the time the young duchess returned with the school¡¯s doctor - much faster than I anticipated, but the young lady used wind magic, which likely explained their quicker arrival- another member of the student council had arrived. She seemed to be the only person who had a modicum of concern for her, as the three boys seemed to only be here to do what was right, and complained about the additional paperwork to do if the young miss was out of commission. Knowing her personality though, I¡¯m not surprised at the lack of connections. ---- Duchess Lorraine, young master Duane¡¯s fiancee, was wringing out her handkerchief as the other members of the student council continued to discuss the matter. Helene seemed to inch ever closer to me the more time spent in this room waiting for the doctor to come out and give us his diagnosis. It was hard trying not to sigh at her behavior, she was clearly acting like she needed some comfort during these trying times, but I knew she was just as unattached to the young mistress as I was, likely even more so. I stepped away and looked out the window, knowing the number of eyes on school grounds and how quick word seemed to spread, I¡¯m a little surprised that Prince Lyons hasn¡¯t come storming over, at least, to put on the facade of a caring fiance. Or Duke Callum, he always seemed to appear during times of strain to gloat at her misfortune. "Yeah, but, is she okay? We did everything we needed to under the orders of her retainer, but will she be okay?" The blue-haired viscount continued to anxiously speak. "Who knows how long she''s been in the snow¡­ Depending on how long she had been left lying there before anyone saw her, then well-" Young earl Markus was cut off by the raven-haired Marquiss, Julian. "I think it''s best if we wait for the doctor''s response on the young mistress'' situation instead of wildly throwing around conjectures, he has yet to speak." Julian didn¡¯t look up from his nails as he spoke. Find this and other great novels on the author''s preferred platform. Support original creators! There was a silence as they waited for the doctor to speak. He cleared his throat after a few moments of silence, "she doesn''t have a pulse." There was a shocked hush before panicked conversation among them. "Y-you mean she''s dead?! She was still breathing when I found her!" "W-we did everything, we brought her to the fireplace, we got her warm and they said she would wake up!" The ginger earl who was the third arrival pointed his finger at me and Helene, as if this was our fault. "Oh-no, no, no that can''t be! Big sis wouldn''t succumb that easily, she- she wouldn''t die just like that¡­" "Where is the vice president? During such a trying time when his superior is dying he''s nowhere to be found." Again, he didn¡¯t look up from his nails. "Callum would normally have rushed over for this, since there''s a chance he''ll get that promotion he always wanted, sad he wasn¡¯t here to receive this good news, eh?" The newest arrival tried to lighten the mood, tiredly laughing in the hopes of getting other to join in, no one did and Duchess Lorraine even glared at him. He adjusted his glasses in response. There was a knock on the door before it flung open, revealing a silver-haired duke I was, unfortunately, familiar with. ¡°Callum!¡± Lorraine exclaimed before rushing over to him, ¡°Aurelie is dead!¡± She choked back a sob. ---- I looked down at my cousin, unsure how to respond to this news, though inside, I felt a mixture of eagerness and disappointment. I wanted that position through my own abilities, not through luck, but she was finally out of the way. Still doubting the news, I spotted many familiar faces, ¡°Is she perchance faking? She is the type to do that for atten-¡± I felt a burning heat in one of my cheeks, Lorraine glared up at me, holding the wrist of the hand that slapped me, tears in the corner of her eyes. ¡°Big Sis is not that kind of person!¡± ¡°To you she isn¡¯t but even her fiance think she¡¯s a-¡± ¡°That¡¯s because Lyons is an ass and thinks he¡¯s too good for her!¡± She gripped her skirt, yelling at me. The spectacled member of our council walked over to her, whispering a few words of comfort before she walked over to me and shoved me. I could have dodged, but I let her be, she was my younger cousin, it was okay for her to be rash and emotional since she was a woman. I don''t know where her faith in the marchioness came from. She had capability, I''ll admit, or else she wouldn''t have become the student council president instead of me, but she wasn''t qualified enough to potentially be the mother of our country, a duchess? Possibly, but not capable enough to become married to the second prince. I still have no clue why the crown is so favorable towards that bat, or why they bothered engaging his daughter to Lyons, or why my own father seemed to dislike any words against him, but I still thought he was too transparent with his lack of loyalty. There was a clatter beyond the door and everyone turned to look at it, if she was dead there shouldn''t have been a single sound coming from there. Her maid walked towards the door on uncertain steps, knocking on it, "Young mistress?" We waited with baited breath only to be greeted with complete utter silence, "M-maybe she turned into a zombie?" Julian suggested. "Unlikely. The school was built on top of an array that prevented any undead from being created." I refuted his suggestion. "Or any summons from happening outside of the summoning hall either." Markus added. "Then maybe she isn''t dead?" Lorraine blotted away her tears. "I told you she was faking." I walked over to the door, before repeating myself, "She''s faking." I swung open the door, only to be greeted with a sight I shouldn''t have seen. Fuck, I really shouldn''t have seen that. There was a hush from everyone who saw her in that room, I felt heat rise to my cheeks. This was my fault, I really shouldn''t have seen this. Or let anyone else see this for that matter. Someone gulped, I couldn''t tell who, I doubt it was me, but I couldn''t be sure. But I''ll be damned if it was me, I hate her, there''s no way I''d look at her in that way. Even if she looked absolutely- No. Don''t think about her that way Callum, once you start there''s no going back. You already have a fiancee. I closed my eyes as her retainer spoke, trying to erase the wrong thoughts in my mind before following everyone else outside, I spotted one of our other council members throw her one last glance and we made eye-contact before he turned his sights forward. I don''t know why, but I shot him a glare, honestly, it wasn''t my business if he decided to be lecherous. I walked down the stairs to my own dorm room, as the vice president my room was directly below hers, and lacked some of the amenities hers had; a kitchenette, a balcony , and a storage room. I passed by Montague in a daze and continued to my room, not bothering to change clothes before I went to bed, plopping face first into my bed. After rolling over onto my back I kicked off my shoes, and started to think, why was she wearing such a thin nightgown on a night like this? I mean, it''s pretty modest by most standards, but it was winter, that''s not what winter nightgowns look-like, right? Even my pajamas would change to a thicker and warmer fabric during the winter. Speaking of pajamas, I glanced at my wardrobe before rubbing my temples, I really needed to change out of my uniform, but too much happened today, that interaction with the holy maiden being introduced, and the most recent events had left me drained. Was this perhaps? Did she? Maybe she did. Knowing her it was likely, she may have planned for the prince to be the one to open the door, too bad he was held up by business with the holy maiden. Me being the one open her door was likely the last thing she wanted, what with how rocky and formal our relationship was. There were too many hints to it being planned, frankly, the drapes were pulled open, letting us see her silhouette, but also letting out warmth through the glass that was left uncovered. My mind started drifting to how different everything would have been if I was engaged to Aurelie instead of Orianna the longer I laid in bed and ruminated, somehow I drifted off to sleep. Nightgowns: Mens side (Part 2) Obsidian hair tickled my face when I opened my eyes, the same woman in the same nightgown from earlier in the night. I couldn¡¯t see her face as she drew nearer to my own, a warm exhale and wisps of white air due to how cold the room was, my own body¡¯s temperature was a contradiction to the lack of heat of our environment. I tried to open my mouth to speak, despite not having formed the words in my head yet, to ask what she was doing in my room, to ask why her hands were on my chest, why she was coquettishly trailing a finger down to my abdomen. She parted her lips to say something I couldn¡¯t hear, it sounded murky like I was submerged underwater. I felt her hot breath tickle my ear, and her landing soft kisses on the side of my neck, trailing down to my collar, hand continuing it¡¯s journey downwards. Right when her lips touched my own, I woke up drenched in my own sweat, trying to erase the memories of the dream I just had. Staring at the ceiling I ran a hand through my silver hair, a mixture of shame and anger rolling in my chest. I undid my cravat, unbuttoning my shirt, it was hot, much too hot for me to sleep comfortably. I knew I was lying to myself, it was the middle of winter and I could feel the cool air on my skin, no, I just needed an excuse for the throbbing heat that¡¯s pervaded my entire body. The heat that shamefully came from thinking about that woman that way. I shouldn¡¯t think about the prince¡¯s fiancee this way, he was my best friend, and I already had my own fiancee. I needed a cold, cold bath to distract myself. Crawling out of bed and undoing my clothes, when I bent over my own member poked me in my abdomen, another reminder of my shameful actions. I¡¯ve never been this hard in my life, it was bordering on painful, frankly. Though, I soon found myself disappointed, and even more angered with myself, what the hell was up with that dream, even a cold shower wasn¡¯t enough to calm myself down. I looked down, I needed to take care of this myself. This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it. ----- There was something strange about the young mistress¡¯ appearance, in all these years that I¡¯ve worked for the Aventides, I¡¯ve never thought of her in that way. I¡¯ve always thought she was pretty, it was an undeniable fact. But for that brief moment, it may have only lasted for a few seconds, but my breath caught for what felt like hours. Why so? I¡¯ve seen her sick before, she always looked pitiful when she caught a fever, this time wasn¡¯t much different, yet, she looked appealing this night. Her silhouette was something I was familiar with, it was unavoidable, I¡¯ve even seen her in the bath in the past, though that was a single incident due to a rat making its way into the bathroom and that useless maid was too scared to dispatch of it herself. But none of those incidents struck the same feelings that tonight did. I couldn¡¯t even look straight at her after that incident, I felt ashamed, like I walked in on something I shouldn¡¯t have. Even I was caught off guard and absorbed into the view, if noone had audibly gulped I wouldn¡¯t have been shaken out of my stupor. I drum my nails on the surface of my tiny desk, I really hated that the master had sent me to this school with his daughter. I¡¯ve been to hostels with bigger rooms than the servant¡¯s quarters in this school. While I was undeniably lucky to have a room to myself due to her position as student body president, I still didn¡¯t like how small it was. I should stop this train of thought, I had a report to write to her father. Though, I feel like it would be best if I kept my mouth shut on the matter involving the young mistress, and focus on what he wanted information about; the summoned maiden. First Thrall Aurelie grimaced, she was hungry, it was the burning hunger that came from the core of her existence. She needed blood, she didn''t have the opportunity to drink it last night as too many things happened. Gripping the side of the tub in an attempt to get up, she realized she didn¡¯t even have enough strength to stand up in the water, she decided to go with the flow, she could afford to wait awhile. Her eyes scanned the features of her maid who was scrubbing her arms, trailing along her jugular then down the hem of the girl¡¯s dress, she was going to change her uniform in a few days, when the maid was much more susceptible to suggestion. Might as well get a little eye candy while I¡¯m here. While the maid was helping her get dressed she waved a hand in front of her face, Helene''s movements grew sluggish and she guided the dazed maid to lie on her bed. The vampire rested her chin on her knuckles as she thought about where to leave a bite. A mark would be left, and she wasn''t sure if the maids had communal baths. With the memories she inherited she at least knew that the average person knew about vampire bites leaving a mark. She pursed her lips and moved her slender hand to lift the maid''s dress above her abdomen, at least there was one artery that was hard to get a view on. She traced circles with her finger on the pelvis of the young woman under her, causing the maid to squirm, the charm effect always left people a little horny, and when vampires made contact with them they would grow awfully sensitive, and receptive. At the very least Aurelie vaguely remembered the incidents that happened in the first day, plus if she wasn¡¯t sure about it she could always PM Wizzard, mainly due to that individual¡¯s encyclopedic memory. Did any of her classes overlap with the hole-y maiden¡¯s? She remembered that the heroine did mention it, but she remembered nothing about the order, she¡¯ll likely have to ask Wizzard. Her gaze trailed down to the flushed maid, Helene¡¯s fingers were digging into her bed covers, tightly gripping them due to the sensation. She needed to take off her bloomers to bite her inner thigh, it had to be on the spot where the leg met her groin to make it even less noticeable, she could alter her memories to make it a mole she always had. The vampire fiddled with the hem before tugging them down, completely sliding them off the maid¡¯s legs and leaving her splayed on the bed. She held onto the maid''s thighs, ¡°Hands over your mouth, and try not to make a sound.¡± Her fangs popped out and she got distracted again right as she was about to plunge her fangs into Helene¡¯s thighs. Aurelie remembered the night before and recalled many strange details, she begun wondering why they left the room in that state, why they left the drapes wide open and let heat leak out of the room, or why they didn¡¯t just toss her into a hot bath, though only one person was qualified to do those things, and based on the conversation, it was Elias who instructed them on where to set the bed, were her employees perchance conspiring to kill her? She lightly dragged her fangs on the woman''s inner thigh, causing her to shiver and put both hands over her mouth in an attempt to be silenced while Aurelie thought about what happened in the game that day. On the second day, the heroine bumps into the twins and gets her first non-romanceable supporting character, one of these minor nobles. That individual had no purpose except for stand up for the heroine during moments when she was publicly bullied and provide emotional support in half-assed, ¡¯you can do it!¡¯ or ''I believe in you!'' lines. She¡¯ll have to deal with them today since they¡¯ll be instrumental in the bad ends, there was no guarantee that she¡¯d want to leave this place by the time DARK? arrives, she might even want to stay to watch the chaos. She glances down at the bushing maiden who let out a whimper, the maid was starting to pant a little while the vampire was wondering how she should deal with her fangs in the next few months, as they''ll still be capable of switching with normal teeth for awhile, and they''ll be rather trigger happy for the next month or two. Mostly when she''s horny or when she felt threatened. Aurelie finally took the plunge and sank her fangs into her, eliciting a soft moan from both of them. Aurelie had moaned because the sensation of drinking blood after restarting was like taking a cool drink while in the burning desert, and the maid had moaned because of well, getting your blood drunk by a vampire was a very pleasurable sensation to the subject and since she was already under the effects of charm, and Aurelie was making skin contact with her, well, let''s just say it didn''t take long for her moans to grow loud enough for Aurelie to need to seal off the sounds in the room. Her shadow expanded, growing and covering the entire room, making all the surfaces blend into each other in the starless black. This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. She wiped off the dark fluid dripping down the corner of her mouth and checked to make sure none of it spilled or stained the bed. Not a drop, only the smear on the corner of her mouth showed what she had done, as soon as her fangs left. She bit off the tip of her own thumb and slipped it into the eager maid''s mouth as a simple prick would heal too fast. Aurelie watched as the woman sucked it and swirled her tongue on her reconstructing finger, eagerly sucking on it as if to show off her skills. The woman would be woozy for the rest of the day due to the change that she would undergo. The maid was left in a state of euphoria as Aurelie left her to ride the high while she prepared her hair in a tight bun. She applied some foundation to cover up the default color of her lip, the corpse blue. It will take a few days before she starts to naturally look living, and in that time of span it will take the same length of time before her body starts self-regulating the fake heartbeat and pulse. She chose a more youthful less villainous shade of lip color; a shade of soft peach, one that matched her alabaster skin tone. Once completed she looked for the signature pendant that Aurelie always wore and completed getting dressed, crinoline and corset included. She slipped on the skirt over her head before putting on her top and puff tie, placing the school''s regulation cuff links on the end of her lantern sleeved blouse before slipping on her stark white silk stockings. She paused, she forgot to put on underwear first, she was extremely accustomed to going commando in many of her lives, that it slipped her mind. It was a struggle slipping on the drawers under the many layers of her dress, especially due to how difficult it was to bend over with the corset. Once done she realized she forgot to put the maid''s bloomers back on. She was actually surprised that the drawers weren''t as long as she had expected from experience in a time era similar to this one. They only reached around mid-thigh instead of mid-calf. Once she was finished dressing she made the maid stand up, ignoring the wet spot growing on Helene''s bloomers and she manipulated Helene''s memories. She sat on the bed and turned off the sound blocking spell and then woke up the maid with a snap of the finger, "You spaced out for a moment there." "Wuh?" She rapidly blinked in confusion before looking down at her mistress'' bare feet. Aurelie had presented her feet to the maid, letting her fulfill the last of her duties, slipping on her shoes before helping her with her vest. When Aurelie had woke up that day, she grumbled and hissed at the sunlight, not because she was weak to the sun, no, it was because she just hated mornings, and thus the maid kept the drapes closed, and the lighting in the room was very dark, if not for Aurelie telling her to wastefully use some light orbs. Each of them had cost 500 marspavs, which was much too expensive in Aurelie¡¯s perspective, but then again, this was a glowing precious stone, and even if she kept it tucked away in a box it would still glow and release light, so she might as well use them since they¡¯d be expending energy either way. Shadows danced on the maid¡¯s figure through the procedure, obscuring her ever confused appearance. With vampirism happening at a single bite, she couldn¡¯t go around converting people with every drink, so what was the alternative? Thralls. Or that was what blood moon class vampires called first generation vampires, anyway. They were still very much alive and lacked most of a vampires weaknesses, or strengths for that matter, but they were mere blood bags for the dimensional parasites. First generation vampires could age and since they weren¡¯t dead, they weren¡¯t sterile. They could also die of old age, but they wouldn¡¯t get sick, and if they died unnaturally, well, they¡¯d undergo a metamorphosis that turned them into a second generation vampire. They didn¡¯t need to drink blood, in fact, practically everything about them was human except for their ability to regenerate, to a degree, though once a threshold was crossed, they¡¯d undergo that transformation. Was Aurelie regretful that she turned someone into her personal blood slave without their consent, potentially dooming them to immortality? Of course not, they would have enjoyed it anyway. ANNOUNCEMENT About to go into a rehabilitation program for my ''issues'', it will take a few months. So this is my announcement of my hiatus. Sorry about all this folks. I''ll be too busy getting ready and packing my stuff for it to follow through on my previous promise, and there''s no guarantee that I''ll want to go back to this when I''m mentally healthier. 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It was a preference of the marchioness, it made her hair seem less unruly and more refined in the young woman''s opinion, though the vampire now residing in her body had completely different ideas, but decided to keep doing that in the meantime, too much change and it might alert people to it. She had a good opinion of the oil though, as she could feel the tiny wisps of magic running through it, she could tell it was supreme quality goods, and it seemed to soften more that just hair as evidenced by the lack of calluses on the young maid''s hand. The vampire filed it in her mind to use as a reward for the little thief who had been stealing pieces of the marchioness'' jewelry, yes, she was referring to the maid, she had a feeling that if the marchioness had rewarded her employees every once in awhile these things wouldn''t happen. Speaking of the maid... The vampire eyed the young woman. ---- The young mistress frowned at me and I start worrying if I did something wrong, or maybe, she even started noticing that some of her jewelry was missing, I could feel sweat drip down my back at the thought. It wasn''t my fault, she had so many, and I- Well, I wanted to look pretty too. At least I was smart enough to hide what is now my jewelry somewhere where no one would find it, and they wouldn''t find them amongst my own things, that''s for sure. And then she tries to stand up, and I start getting worried over whether she was planning on confronting me. Thankfully, she doesn''t actually stand up, and she goes back into the water, but the way she looked at me afterwards was really concerning, I almost thought she was thinking about punishing me. I helped her dry off after the shower and then we head over to her room to help her get dressed, and then she raises her hand to my face. First we started with the young mistress'' chemise, and then slipped her drawers above it, tucking the long fabric into her undergarment, then the corset. I adjusted each of the laces like how I normally did every morning, pulling on the ribbons and causing the whale-boned garment to tighten around her waist. Out of all the people I''ve worked for in the past, without a corset, I think the young mistress has the smallest waist, I don''t know why the corset she uses barely dents her curves, but knowing her, it was likely her own preference, everything had to be comfortable. I was even a little envious at how naturally pretty she was and how little effort she had to put into her own looks. I deliberately made her corset a little tighter yesterday because she told me she had a tea party with her fiancee, I wanted her to look nice, and I was a little envious to be truthful.This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings. Maybe it was just me, but I think the young mistress looked prettier today, her brows were less furrowed, she didn''t have her perpetual frown like normal, and I didn''t have to use make-up to cover the dark circles under her eye like normal. She also seemed to have a little bit of a pout today, or maybe her lips became fuller overnight? I know that''s unlikely but her lips were on the thinner side, which she covered up with her make-up. I raised my own hands to my lips, pressing my fingers against the soft flesh, at least that was one thing I had better than her. For some weird reason though, I rarely observed the young mistress'' looks this closely, and I think I''m getting a little hot under the collar. Which is, haha, impossible, I only like good looking men. Though the growing heat between my thighs seem to say otherwise. I helped the young mistress slip on shoes onto her dainty feet. With perfect ankles that smoothly slid into the leather shoes, helping her lace them up to mid-calf, her hips positioned infront of my head, pushing the crinoline out of the way as I slid on the 19th pair of school regulation shoes she had bought this year. What money she saves on simple and elegant fashion she spends on sheer quantity of replacements and extras she buys. And she just has me throw them away shortly after she''s broken them in. I''ve given a bunch of them away to the other maids, since if I kept any pairs for myself I might get punished if I was caught. A cold hand was placed on top of my head and I stiffen in place, and then she just patted my head without saying anything. She then abruptly stopped, and just that contact was enough for me to go weak in the knees. Oh god, what is happening to me, I had to rest my knees on the floor as I gathered up strength in my legs. I had to escort Aurel- the young mistress to the hallway once her dressing was complete, she''ll then have me take stock of what she had in her school bag before putting it in her storage bracelet, only something a duchal house can afford, but then again this was likely a gift from the prince. I think it''s wasteful, with her obvious infatuation with that professor. And how many elaborate plans she made to get his attention in the past, though it seemed like her philosophy was ''even bad attention was attention in the end.'' When I did so, I found it unbelievably strange how different the young mistress looked today. She looked less ''dreary'' if that was the correct word, somber, maybe. Her make-up was brighter and her bun was much neater than normal, she didn''t have the two locks of her hair framing her face like usual. Normally she''s try to hide her ears, but today she seemed to show them off with a nice pair of earrings, they even used elemental crystals. Elias was looking at me strangely due to how much I was fidgeting, at least that much I could tell. And then after we took stock of everything she left, and I ran to my room. Music Class Aurelie had ignored the doctor¡¯s orders to rest and take a break for the rest of the week, she wanted to at the very least attend her classes even if she couldn¡¯t complete her student council duties, due to those people knowing how serious her state was. But she wasn¡¯t going to miss class, not when she knew how much it would influence the heroine¡¯s future. She needed to deal with that damn side-character as soon as possible. Her fingers continued dancing across the fingerboard of her violin as she continued playing the song amongst the sea of students in the music hall. Her professor for this class was her former tutor, and one of the games¡¯ romantic leads, Renaud hal Trudeau zer Du Firth. She was called over by Renaud, well, Professor Renaud when class ended. He tilted his head at her before giving one of his classic princely smiles and looking ¡®concerned¡¯, though she knew he wasn¡¯t genuinely concerned for her, since he never liked the original her, something he admitted to the heroine in the original game, he could have been lying though, since he said it while he was in princely mode, and likely lied to placate the heroine. ¡°I¡¯m surprised to find you in class today, Lorraine had informed me that you were too sick to attend your lessons.¡± ¡°Well, the physician did tell me that, but I felt like I was well enough to attend, it¡¯s not like doctors are infallible. I know my own body better than anyone. Plus, student council duties would build up and so will my lessons with how much I have to do, I don¡¯t think I¡¯m capable of catching up on class work if I take a break.¡± ¡°Hah¡­ You shouldn¡¯t be pushing yourself Aurelie, even back when I was your home tutor you used to study the piano until your fingers bled.¡± ¡°Well, now my fingers will bleed due to the amount of paperwork I¡¯ll be needing to do, fufu~¡± ¡°Feels just like yesterday when you used to cry whenever you got a mistake¡­¡± He wistfully looked out the window. ¡®What an amazing actor, I would have believed him if it wasn¡¯t for those alarm bells ringing and my experience with the game.¡¯ ¡°Does it? I for one, barely remember an excerpt from half of my lifespan ago.¡± His face stiffened, she would never distance herself like this in the past, since well, he was sure she used to still hold feelings for him from her old crush from way back when he was her tutor. He glanced back at her, she looked different now, her make-up was less offensive to him, but that was beside the point, now her eyes looked at him like they were strangers, completely different to the admiration she used to look at him with, not too long ago, just yesterday, in fact. She slightly bobbed her head towards him before brusquely excusing herself, she had no intention of staying any longer around this psycho, his route left her with a bad taste in her mouth, she never liked hyper possessive manipulative abusers. They never tasted appealing. He watched her walk away, a little appalled at the change in her behavior, before shaking his head and pushing it to the back of his mind. What does he care that one of his many resources had left his clutches, she was just one person in a marquisate, he had better options, like her fiance, plus, she was unreliable as her behavior had defied his expectations in the past, and her father was immune to his manipulation and easily navigated around him. Though, her mother was a completely different matter. Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author. Renaud tapped his fingers on the table, reminiscing about the older marchioness¡¯ nightly visits when Aurelie¡¯s half-brother, Duane, had joined the household after the marquis had finally found him. He didn¡¯t take the marquis for a sentimental man, and he was sure that ¡®the bat who flitted between factions¡¯ wouldn¡¯t have brought his illegitimate child into the household if he didn¡¯t have something to gain, but it also conveniently happened around the time that Aurelie¡¯s engagement to prince Leon was announced, so it¡¯s likely he wanted an heir for after his daughter married off. But in Renaud¡¯s opinion, that benefit wasn¡¯t big enough, especially when he witnessed his political prowess himself and doesn¡¯t believe the rumors of his incompetence since it was likely that it was the Marquis himself who had it spread. Just after she left the classroom she bumped into someone, face smacking against a solid chest. Aurelie was kind of unlucky, though to be truthful, the person she bumped into was unluckier than she since he was desperately trying to not think about her. At the sight of her, and her improved look, his face grew red. And the vampire ended up tilting her head, mainly because she could smell the lust drifting off of him. He quickly ducked out of her way and into the classroom with a brief acknowledgment of her existence. She stood in place for a few seconds before heading off, not even watching him run away as she contemplated a few matters due to his behavior. ¡®In the original route he acknowledges that the competitiveness he felt toward Aurelie was because he was in love with her. Though his infatuation towards her quickly faded under the Heroine¡¯s ministrations.¡¯ Her vision narrowed, ¡®I can use this since we¡¯re still early on in the game¡¯s timeline. It would be interesting to have one of the male leads as one of my playthings... Huhu, it would be fun to change the fate of the game.¡¯ She started walking, subtly looking for a purple head of hair as she was immersed in her thoughts. ¡®But then again I really don¡¯t want the baggage that comes with them, or the chance that the heroine will keep interacting with me because of it. Plus it would be troublesome if her main character halo was strong enough to undo whatever progress I¡¯ve made with him.¡¯ ¡®Though I doubt the Heroine would still want him if I manage to turn him into a complete d- Bingo. There you are.¡¯ Her thoughts were cut off by the appearance of the supporting character she was looking for. Linnaea jour Marcinthus, that damn side character who gathers all the ¡®evidence¡¯ against Aurelie in all the routes. One of the three students running the student papers, and eventual best friend of the Heroine. She gathered evidence of Aurelie¡¯s misdeeds and smartly didn¡¯t publish them and saved them for the ¡®trial¡¯. She learned her lesson after the first time she did it in an attempt to protect the Holy Maiden, though she failed spectacularly as the ¡®bullying¡¯ only ramped up, since some of the other nobles decided to use Aurelie¡¯s reputation as a shield. In fact, throughout the entire duration of ¡®Serenade of the doves¡¯ this so-called villainess had never taken direct action. In fact, in the dev team¡¯s fan community there was a subsection of people who were part of the ¡®Aurelie did nothing wrong¡¯ party, who took up meticulous levels of details through screenshots and gameplay clips that added context to some lines and showed how the authors had subtly hinted that she had nothing to do with these incidents, most of it on Elias¡¯ route as Aurelie was framed as an absolute heinous villain in Leon and Duane''s route. Of course, there was still a large portion of people who took the game as it was at face value despite the authors constantly showing that many characters were unreliable narrators, a running theme in all of their games. In fact, this company was very reputable for well-written games, but despite all the good prose, attention to detail, and gorgeously executed foreshadowing in this game, this was their weakest creation, and the main reason many of their veteran fans hate it? The heroine... Mainly. Naive, indecisive, and a blatant madonna-type mary sue, she was an anomaly when it came to female leads for a company known for making well-written MCs. It was also the first time they let the players customize the MC¡¯s name, and the first time they gave an MC a blank face. Many of their long time fans, me included, suspected this was their attempt to appeal to a broader audience by letting the players try and self-insert. Their gamble paid off though, as there was a sudden surge of new readers, many of them taking Leon¡¯s perspective of Aurelie as their stance toward her; conniving and using these other people who bullied her as lackeys. They used the scene where the heroine was confronted by Aurelie as proof for her rotten personality which , as I said, if you took everything she said at face value was ¡®evidence¡¯, the key line being, ¡®It¡¯s unsightly seeing you and my fiance gallivanting around in broad daylight. I¡¯d appreciate it if you spared me some face and showed some restraint.¡¯ This was the line that caused a rift between readers, the former group interpreting it as her chasing away the heroine for the sake of her own reputation with no attachment to the male lead as she couldn¡¯t even bother to name him and the second group interpreting it as the legal wife scolding the mistress who should have remained a ¡®hidden woman¡¯, yet still giving the ¡®kept lover¡¯ a free pass provided she remained low-key. But fan community discord is not very relevant right now and is a story for another time. I should be focusing on the story about how Linnaea brought about Aurelie¡¯s destruction.