Chapter - 4

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Chapter - 4: Milf top!

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After the conversation with Victoria, my life continued its usual course, apparently untouched by the revelations. The idea that my friend and her entire family were vampires seemed straight out of a fantasy story.

I reassured myself that the fact that I had learned of their supernatural nature did not necessarily mean that my life was about to take a drastic turn. After all, shouldn't this knowledge have changed the routine of my daily life? Right?

Yet, despite my attempts at normalcy, a surprising twist awaited me... One day, an invitation from Victoria arrived, inviting me to join her family for dinner.

The offer both piqued my curiosity and stirred a sense of uncertainty within me. It was a rare opportunity to catch a glimpse of the supernatural world that existed alongside my own reality—a chance to decide whether I wanted to embrace this hidden realm or remain within the boundaries of my ordinary human existence.

When I stood in front of the imposing mansion that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, an uneasy feeling pervaded me.

The imposing structure loomed before me, similar to those seen only in Horror movies, with architecture that exuded an air of mystery and intrigue. The place was absurdly huge; how many rooms does this place have? I realize that this place must have cost a lot of money.

But the most surreal thing was that it was strangely close to my house...

"I don't know why I have a bad feeling about all this," I mused aloud, gazing at the mansion's impressive façade. The uneasiness within me was undeniable, a mix of excitement and apprehension that I struggled to put into words.

"..."

"Master, Noah..." A soft voice interrupted my thoughts, and I turned around to find a face that was incredibly familiar, especially to me.

"Well, well, Akane, still as short as ever and managing to slip by unnoticed," I quipped with a playful grin, my eyes meeting the petite Asian girl before me. Dressed in a maid's attire, with long black hair cascading down her back and those unmistakable red eyes, she exuded an aura of both elegance and cold.

"And I see that Master Noah always has a sharp tongue and a face that belies his true nature," she retorted.

I chuckled at her remark. Akane had been Victoria's loyal family servant for as long as I could remember. Despite her small stature, she had a commanding presence and an a funny way of making fun of me with her cold face.

"You're just jealous, plus I hear you still struggle to reach the top shelf of the kitchen," I teased, a mischievous glint in my eyes. "Especially where the cookie jar usually is."

Akane's expression remained indifferent, but a playful sparkle danced in her eyes. "Jealous? Please, you think I envy your height, Master Noah. And don't worry about me—I've enlisted the help of a stool. Those cookies won't elude me for long."

I couldn't help but giggle at her confident retort. "Well, it's good to know someone is taking cookies seriously around here."

She crossed her arms and a small smile could not help but break out on her face. "And someone has to make sure you don't bang your head against the door frames."

I raised an eyebrow, pretending to be impressed. "Really now? I'd like to see that."

Akane raised her own eyebrow, her smile growing more mischievous. "Well, Master Noah, I didn't realize you had a masochistic side. Shall I inform Victoria-sama? I'm sure she'd be delighted to know about this unique kink of yours."

I burst into laughter, thoroughly amused by her playful insinuation. "Oh, I think I'll keep that particular quirk to myself, Akane. Wouldn't want to give Victoria any more reasons to tease me."

And at the end I couldn't help but burst into laughter, it was always fun to be able to have a conversation with her.

"Good," I chuckled, my voice lighthearted. "So you're my guide, huh?" I took a slow, deep breath, regaining my composure and adopting a calm and dignified demeanor.

Akane, however, shook her head in response to my question. "Unfortunately, I am simply assigned to protect you until further notice from Victoria-sama."

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "So you're my personal maid now?" I couldn't help but ask, as several somewhat perverse images flashed through my mind. "That's not bad at all, although I must admit I prefer a woman with great resources...."

As my gaze met hers, Akane instinctively covered her chest in a defensive gesture, her expression a mix of surprise and mild indignation. It was as if she had just been subjected to a molestation.

"Sigh, I must admit, Master Noah, I am quite the sexy woman," Akane stated in a neutral tone, her words laced with a hint of amusement. "But should you decide to put your hands on me, we'd both likely face a fate neither of us desires."

"..."

Observing my perplexed expression, Akane couldn't resist making a dry comment. "A stalker's love is something hard to understand."

I furrowed my brows, genuinely confused by her cryptic statement. "Wait, what? What are you talking about?"

A dismissive sound escaped her lips—a subtle "Tsk" that caught my attention. Was that a hint of frustration I detected? I couldn't help but wonder if Akane's composed façade was beginning to waver.

Before I could delve further into her enigmatic comment, a voice intervened from behind me, its tone dripping with a seductive allure. "She's saying that my daughter may appear cold and distant on the surface, but when she sets her sights on something, she becomes quite possessive."

Startled, I turned around to find a strikingly beautiful and mature woman standing there, her presence exuding an air of confidence and authority that demanded attention.

And suddenly, I felt my whole body go numb. The sensation of danger invaded every fiber of my being, a reflexive response that had become all too familiar in the presence of this woman.

It was a sensation deeply ingrained from my childhood, tracing back to the very first time I had met her—a meeting that had instilled in me the purest form of fear.

My heart felt as though it had turned to ice, and though my instincts urged me to flee, I had grown accustomed to this feeling over time. Unlike in the past, my body was no longer paralyzed in her presence, a small victory that brought a sense of relief.

'A monster...' The word echoed in my mind as I observed the woman before me, a creature that seemed to have materialized from the stories told to frighten children into obedience.

I met her gaze, her blood-red eyes fixated on me with an unnerving smile that stretched wide, distorting her features in an almost macabre manner. "Oh~" Her voice was almost playful, laced with amusement.

Her appearance bore a resemblance to Victoria, but she exuded a mature and formidable aura that set her apart. Her skin was as pale as moonlight, her long silver hair cascading down to her waist. The contours of her body were alluring and accentuated by her attire, which seemed unable to contain her seductive form.

A pang of discomfort washed over me as my gaze unintentionally lingered on her ample bosom, a detail that stood out amidst the strangeness of the situation. Her figure was captivating, her curves drawing my attention in a way that I struggled to divert.

In an almost reflexive manner, my thoughts briefly compared her physique to Victoria's. The woman before me seemed to possess even more generous proportions, perhaps even surpassing Victoria in that regard. Was it possible she was an H-cup? And she stood taller than me by a few inches, further adding to her commanding presence.

Her beauty was breathtaking.

Yet, even the term "beautiful" seemed almost inadequate to encapsulate the essence of her allure. She possessed the kind of beauty that could drive any man to the brink of madness with a mere glance.

However, her beauty was only a facade that concealed the true nature that lay beneath. She was a predator in the guise of a woman, a monstrous being who wore human skin as a disguise.

This had been my impression of her from the moment we first crossed paths, and time had done nothing to alter that perception.

In a twisted irony, she had become a recurring figure in my most erotic fantasies since childhood, a figure of desire and fear at the same time...

"Oh, if it isn't the mother-in-law!" The words slipped from my lips before I could fully filter them, a candid observation that held a strange honesty. "I see that you continue to radiate beauty as always. One can only hope that Victoria inherits such grace as she grows older."

She advanced toward me, her gaze moving over me in a calculated way. "Oh? It seems that age has grown your balls in talking to me like this, you little monster.... But I suppose, unlike most men, you possess the ability to recognize a beautiful woman when she stands before you~" Her eyes took on a crimson glow for a moment, and her touch on my cheek seemed cold but strangely gentle, as if her was trying to do no harm.

"Of course, after all, I consider myself a man of culture," I asserted with an air of pride, my words accompanied by a confident grin.

Her laughter was like a melodic chime, a sound that echoed with amusement. "Victoria was right. Despite learning of our vampiric nature, you still engage with us as if nothing has changed," she watched as a big smile appeared on her face showing her fangs.

"Well, as I explained to Victoria, my life remains rather unaffected by this newfound knowledge... And truth be told, this unexpected turn of events adds an element of excitement to my existence," I confessed, my smile mirroring that of the woman before me.

"..."

In all, Akane looked at the scene in front of her with a blank look in her eyes, not quite sure how she should act in this situation. Fortunately, she found herself relegated to the background, a mere spectator to the unfolding interaction..

"Follow me," she said, her tone shifting. There was a subtle change, as if my compliments had lightened the atmosphere. It was wise to keep her in good spirits, especially if circumstances were to take an unfavorable turn later on.

She began to lead me through the house, assuming a demeanor reminiscent of a gracious hostess eager to showcase her abode. I followed Selene closely, my steps in sync with hers. Yet, despite my attempts to maintain a composed exterior, my gaze occasionally wandered, drawn irresistibly to her shapely figure.

As I watched her move, I found it hard to look away from her big butt. It seemed almost hypnotic, the way she waved it before my eyes with every step, tempting me with its allure. I dwelled on the tantalizing thought that crossed my mind, imagining the impact of a firm spanking on her pale white skin, but I quickly chased it away.

It was really too big... This outfit is against the rules... Not that I'm complaining, but it's strange to look at my best friend's mother like that....

That's why I decided to just stare for a few seconds and then look away; Noticed how beautiful the inside of the mansion was. I had come here a few times to be honest, since Victoria preferred to play at my home and now I could understand why.

The mansion's interior was stunning, a testament to opulence and refined taste. I had visited a few times before, but now I could truly appreciate its grandeur.

But my eyes could only go to the spectacle before me; as I compared her women in my mind for an epic battle; "Selene wins, though Victoria is not far behind. As a mother, as a daughter, eh?'

"Although I have to admit that Victoria's legs look better when she has tights and a gothic dress on ~."

Apparently, I had plenty of free time to think about bullshit, and Selene noticed it too when she felt my gaze on her ass, but she didn't seem to care.

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