Men nowadays only knew how to brag about how well they treated women and the things they did for women, with the only objective being to sleep with them. Junting however, was humble. He said that he had not given her anything.
"Alright, I've decided. I'll still wait for the day we marry. Luo Sang grasped the covers tightly against herself and laid down. She covered her face, only exposing her large, sparkling eyes.
Nian Junting was dazed. His mouth gaped open ever so slightly. He cursed silently to himself. He had responded to the unsettled feelings in his heart earlier, but now he felt unimaginably tortured.
"Actually, what I meant to say was… you don't have to sleep with me because of your father, but you can do so on the account of other things, like how much you love me. Can you…
Luo Sang was speechless. The righteous words she had spoken earlier had now evaded her. "Who was the one who said that my first time had to be of extreme importance just now? Furthermore, when I used to clean your body in the past, didn't you hold yourself back on your own? You didn't even need any cold water to help you then, Luo Sang said sarcastically as she held back a chuckle.
"That was because I didn't have a girlfriend back then. It's different now. Nian Junting turned over, sat up, and looked straight at her. His appearance was comparable to that of Xiaosi at the sight of a bone, salivating uncontrollably.
"Dream on, Luo Sang stuck out her tongue and hid beneath her covers, ignoring him.
Nian Junting looked at the pile of covers for a moment before laying down beside her. Luo Sang did not hear a thing as she laid beneath her covers. After about a minute, she was unable to bear the silence and pulled the covers open by just a crack. She discovered Nian Junting curled up away from her. His curved back displayed his shallow scars. His waist was slim and lean with perfect outlines. It was a sight that was extremely reassuring.
"You'll catch a cold. Luo Sang covered his body with her covers.
He remained motionless.
"Hey, you wouldn't get angry just like that, would you? Luo Sang probed.
"Don't speak to me, I'm holding myself back. Nian Junting's voice sounded restrained. "I'm only halfway along the Long March of 8,000 miles.
Luo Sang didn't know what to say. What did holding yourself back have to do with the Long March? Luo Sang nearly spat in laughter.
After a while, she bit her lips and nudged herself closer to him, pressing her delicate figure against his back. Nian Junting's torso shivered, and his breathing became increasingly labored. Luo Sang felt her face flush. Her hands crept slowly along his waist. After some time, the silence was broken by Nian Junting's soft groans.
Afterward, Nian Junting lay on his side, looking at Luo Sang with a grin on his face. "Luoluo, for this period of time, my happiness is in your hands.
"Go to sleep. Luo Sang immediately switched off the lights. Her body was bathed in moonlight as she laid down to sleep.
"It's cold. I'll let you hug me to sleep. Nian Junting pulled her over into his embrace. His chest was warm, radiating a familiar scent. Luo Sang was so exhausted. In his embrace, she finally fell into a restful slumber.
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The next day, Luo Sang woke up for her 8:30am class at 7:00am. "Why are you up so early? Nian Junting looked at her groggily.
"I'm making breakfast. Luo Sang glanced at him as she tied up her hair.


It was supposed to be a perfect deal in which both parties got what they needed. However, after the child was born, he tore up the agreement with discontent and told her, “Who said that we'd only have one child? I want twins! Twin brother and sister! You’ll continue giving birth to more children until you bore me a pair of twins!”
Luosang was beyond endurance. “Nian Junting, damn you…” she raised up against him, “Nian Junting, is this fair to the pure love in your heart?” 
Then, a marriage certificate was thrown at her. 
He landed on her, slowly curved his lips in a smile, saying, “Aren’t you my pure love?” 

"So how are we going to do this?" I ask, standing beside Spencer's imposing bed but making no moves to get myself under the ruffled covers.

"Like last time." Spencer's eyes rake me up and down, but not because he's checking me out. It's definitely more him making sure I'm not suffering from shock or an alien abduction.

Whatever the reason, his leering gaze forces my arms over my chest. My lips pinch together, and I look sheepishly at the top of the bed. I'm wearing on one of his long T-shirts—NAVY written in big, bold font across the front—underwear, and a pair of shorts. It's way more clothing than he's sporting with his black boxers covered in small four-leaf clovers.

As if the universe needed to give me more signs of him getting lucky tonight.

"We haven't done this before." I'm not one of those simpering-virgin types, but a few alcoholic beverages might help. Plus, why did I eat a second helping of fries at dinner? It was stress eating—there's no other explanation.

Spencer grabs the edge of the covers and throws them back, exposing his black sheets. "Woman, what are you talking about?"

"The sex."

"The what?" He stops messing with the covers, his hand stalled in midair.

"Sex!"

"Sex?"

"It's what you do in a bed." My hand waves frantically back and forth over the king-sized bed like the lunatic he surely believes I am now.

"It's been a stressful night. I didn't know that was on the table."

"I see. Well, normally, that type of activity happens in bed. Doesn't it?"

Spencer pats his empty side of the bed and then, in one quick movement, flies under the covers, the bottom half of his body disappearing. I'm left with a view of his gorgeous chest as he tucks the sheet tightly around his waist.

I run a hand through my hair to stop it from shaking. "Have you done it in this bed a lot?" He opens his mouth to answer, but I jump back into the conversation. "Don't answer that. I'm a nervous moron." I attempt to laugh off my stupidity, but it sounds more like the Joker on acid.

"How long has it been?"

There's only one thing he could be asking about. I do some quick math in my head and carry a one... "A while."

"It's been a tiring day. I'm not going anywhere, so there's no need to rush anything with you. Just come here and get some sleep."

Disappointment washes over me, and I forcibly bite my bottom lip to keep it from sticking out. "Okay." I lift the covers back and climb into the empty side, trying to play it cool.

His bed makes the space between our two bodies feel vast and barren. I'm nervous about the whole sex thing, but I was looking forward to it, too. "Could we at least cuddle?"

I wait for Spencer to laugh at my ridiculous request, but he doesn't. A smile tugs at his lips, crinkling the skin around his eyes. The covers get pulled taunt, and the bed jiggles as he shimmies his body closer to mine.

"Joslin, I will cuddle you all night long, but let's not call it that. We'll think of something cooler...manlier." One of Spencer's arms slides beneath my neck, and the other wraps around my middle from above.

"Good night." He places a small kiss in the place where my neck meets my shoulder and my body shudders.

Casually, I push back into his body. With a deep breath, I gather up all my courage into a little ball in the middle my belly and use it to ask for what I want. "I could go for another one of those."

"Yeah?" Spencer asks but doesn't wait for a reply before he kisses me twice more in the same area. His tongue swirls up my neck and I shiver.

I slide my body back again, this time making full contact. Something pokes me in the middle of my back and I smile. Maybe Spencer is into this more than he let on.

His hand lowers and slips beneath the fabric of my long T-shirt. I tense, waiting to figure out his next move, but Spencer's hand doesn't advance. He rubs circles on my upper thigh, never moving higher, even as my insides scream for him to make a move.

Well, more of a move.

With courage and a renewed sense of confidence, I shimmy my lower half against him.

"Joslin, we can wait." Spencer places another kiss on my neck, his hand moving higher as he asks.

I love hearing him say he has plans to be around longer, but it doesn't curb my appetite. If anything, the no-pressure approach makes me want him more.

His fingers slip beneath the thin material of my shorts. My thighs tighten with nerves, and my legs clamp together. It's not that I don't want to do this—I do—but what if I've forgotten how? Thatcher and I haven't dated in quite a while. Just as the worry builds to almost incapacitating me, Spencer bites my earlobe and pulls. It's enough pain and pleasure to flip me back into our moment.

The tension in my legs evaporates, and when I moan into the pillow, Spencer seizes the opportunity, slipping his hand between my legs. "You sure about this?"

"Definitely," taking a page from his book, I squeeze my hand between our bodies and palm his dick. Through the material of his boxers, his erection is hard but moves smoothly under my fingers as I stroke him through the thin fabric.

My concentration fades after Spencer slides two fingers inside of me. My hand stills, squeezing twice when the bottom of his palm makes contact with my clit. He doesn't wait for my approval, and sets a quick and punishing pace that has me withering on the bed.

His fingers twist and turn. It doesn't take long until the pressure builds to unbearable points. The tingles start in my legs as I release his dick. I reach up to grab the back of his head and pull on his hair when the orgasm overtakes me.

"Hmmmm." Spencer places a few more kisses on my neck, his tongue trailing over the heated skin between each one. "That was beautiful."

Embarrassed by the gorgeous man getting me off in under two minutes, I squeeze my hands under his boxers in a messy attempt to wiggle them off his legs.

"Wait," his hand stills mine. "I have bad news."



A fun, humorous romantic suspense series from USA Today bestselling author, Megan Matthews!
Pelican Bay Security is full of hot former Navy SEALS, a small costal town in Maine (with a crime problem), and a group of Bakery Girls waiting to cause trouble. 

When I moved here to set up a new security company as a fugitive recovery specialist, I didn’t plan to find my next-door neighbor breaking into her aunt’s house. I also didn’t expect the random henchmen harassing her for diamonds she insists she doesn’t have.

Tabitha is running from an ex-boyfriend, and I desperately want to help. As a former Navy SEAL I have the skills to deal with almost any idiot willing to give his girlfriend a black eye. Her lies, drama, and ex-boyfriend catch up with her and it may not be something I can handle on my own. I just hope if things turn violent, we both come out alive.
#explicit #Suggested age 18+
Pelican Bay Security is created by Megan Matthews, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

In less than five minutes, the fun was over and the pain began. The big grains of salt at the bottom of the lake hurt her feet.    

Blair had to pause before taking every step.    

She tried to find spots where the grains were smaller, but even so, she was almost in tears before long. 'Doesn't this place sell shoe covers or something?' she thought miserably.    

Blair looked around and was surprised to see that some people in the lake were wearing shoe covers. She sighed. 'Why hadn't I thought of this before I got down here?'    

Her eyes then fell on the pavilion board which said, "Shoe covers for rent." She had been in too much of a hurry to notice it earlier.    

And now, to enjoy the most beautiful view she had ever seen, Blair had to grit her teeth and walk on. Finally, she reached the middle of the lake. She had the best angle to take the pictures of the lake where the water met the sky.    

She lifted her camera and clicked.

Little did she know that while she was engrossed in taking the picture of the view, someone else was secretly taking pictures of her, freezing the picture-perfect moment with her in the dead center of the white salt lake.  

As time ticked by, more tourists walked into the lake. Some were wearing shoe covers, and others were walking barefoot, wincing just like her.    

She wondered if she should text Niles and ask him to rent a pair of shoe covers for her.    

Once she was satisfied with the pictures she had taken, Blair put away her camera and turned around to look at where Niles was sitting. But instead, her eyes fell on a familiar figure standing a meter away from her.

The handsome man stood out from the crowd of tourists. Blair was breathless for a moment. "When...when did you get here?" she asked.    

"Just now." Wesley walked closer to her. "Doesn't it hurt?" he asked, looking at her legs. Despite the thick calluses on the soles of his feet, even he could feel some pain. He knew that she was in a lot more pain than him. Besides, her feet had been severely injured once.    

"It does,"  she admitted.    

"Silly woman." Wesley lifted her into his arms.

Blair buried her face in his chest and smiled. "I didn't walk barefoot into the lake on purpose. I just didn't know that this place sold shoe covers,"  she retorted defensively.    

"It's Niles' fault. I knew I couldn't count on him,"  Wesley said with a frown.    

Before he had walked into the lake, he had kicked Niles in the butt, almost sending his brother flying into the water. He blamed Niles for not accompanying Blair into the lake. What if she fell into a limestone cave? That could be a deadly accident.

"It's not Niles' fault. He has done more than enough. Why are you always picking on him?" Blair felt that nothing Niles did was good enough for Wesley.    

He gathered her up in his arms without answering her question and said, "I'm taking you back to the hotel."    

"But I just got here!" she exclaimed, clutching her camera tightly. It would have fallen into the water if it wasn't hung around her neck.    

"Fine. Then, let's go and get you some shoe covers,"  he compromised.

"I'll wait here,"  she said. Blair was desperate for those shoe covers.    

Wesley looked at her feet. She knew what he was worried about. "It's been years. My feet are fine."    

He put her down and said, "All right. But if you see a black hole, stay away."    

"Okay. I'll stay put."

Wesley started to walk away from her. Blair took her camera and snapped some photos of the handsome man's receding figure.    

When he was back, Wesley wasn't alone. He dragged Niles along with him. And he had rented only one pair of shoe covers. They were both walking towards Blair. His feet hurt so much that Niles felt like his soles had been set on fire. "Ow! Ow! Ow! Wesley, why did you get only one pair of shoe covers? What about me?"    

"What about you? Should I treat you like a woman?" Wesley said sarcastically as he walked on.

"Wesley, I reunited your woman with you. You didn't even say so much as a thank you. And now, you are making me walk on this salt!"    

Niles was merely trying to make a point, but he hit a raw nerve. Wesley swiftly turned to give him another kick. By now, Niles' pants were drenched knee-high. "Use your head next time. We are at a high altitude and the ultraviolet rays are so strong here. What if she gets sunburnt? The difference in temperature between day and night is huge, and she is frail. What if she catches a fever? The medical conditions are poor up here. What do you plan to do if she gets sick? Did you ever think of that?"

Niles wanted to punch him in the face. "Everything I do is wrong, isn't it?" he demanded.    

"Not really,"  Wesley said.    

Niles was honestly surprised to hear that from him.    

"You'll be doing the right thing if you stay out of my sight,"  Wesley added.    

Niles stopped walking and stared at his brother's back. "There's no way we're real brothers,"  he declared.

"The feeling is mutual. How could I possibly have a brother like you, Nancy? Whining while walking on mere salt. I can't imagine what you would do if you had to walk on knives."    

'Did he just call me Nancy? That's it!' Niles decided he wouldn't take any more insults. "Wesley, fight me! Right now!" he announced.    

Wesley was already very near Blair. Hearing this, he turned around with a smirk. "Come again?"    

Niles repeated, "Fight me!"

Wesley laughed. "No problem. How do you want to do it? You decide. Anything is fine by me."    

"Don't forget that Blair is still mad at you. Let's fight to the death. Once you're gone, I'll make her mine."    

To Niles' surprise, Wesley didn't pounce on him as he had imagined. Well, not right away at least. He only stared at Niles thoughtfully.    

Something of major significance had just hit him. Niles was being really nice to Blair lately. Too nice.

This time, he had not only brought Blair to the border, but also acquired their grandfather's help to ask Wesley to wait for them at the platform.    

Niles had even convinced the driver to slow down when the train passed the platform Wesley was at, just to make sure that Blair could see him. Niles was being very considerate towards Blair. 'He must be up to something, ' Wesley figured.    

He threw the shoe covers aside, rolled up his sleeves and moved dangerously towards his little brother.    

Niles' eyes widened like saucers when he saw Wesley approaching him slowly. He yelled, "Wait. Wesley! You can't be taking it seriously. I was just kidding, man. How could I possibly fight you? Blair! Help me out!"

"You like Blair, don't you?"    

Wesley asked grimly.    

Niles panicked. He didn't have a crush on Blair.    

It was just that he had been feeling guilty about putting philter in their wine that one time. He was just trying to make up for what he had done. But he couldn't tell Wesley that. Wesley would kill him either way.

Niles tried to make him understand.    

"Bro, first of all, Blair is older than me. I don't like older women. Secondly, Blair used to be such an outgoing and perky person. But ever since she got together with you, she has become more mature, and after what happened in the past few years, she is no longer the kind of person she used to be. She is now completely composed and grown-up. Not my type at all. And more importantly, she is my sister-in-law! How could I possibly fall for her?"    

"Then why are you acting so gallantly around her?" Wesley hit the nail on the head.

"Drive this woman out!"

"Throw this woman into the sea!"


When he doesn't know Debbie Nian's true identify, Carlos Huo cold-shoulders her. 

"Mr Huo, she is your wife." Carlos secretary reminded him. Hearing that, Carlos gives him a cold stare and complained, "why didn't you tell me earlier?" 

From then on, Carlos spoils her rotten. Little did everyone expect that they would get a divorce.
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Alarm blaring was heard resonating in the room. A hand extended from the lump in the blanket on the bed trying to shut off the alarm but since it was actually seeing the alarm clock there was faulty distance judgement causing slip from the top of the drawer to the floor with a resounding click. Thinking that the alarm won't go off again she pushed herself deeper into the covers but all didn't go as she thought; the alarm has just snoozed and was now blaring again.Pulling the covers over the head,she heard footsteps approaching her room. The door opened and in walked  someone that turned the alarm off before putting it back on the bedside- cabinent.The person then reached towards the lump and pushed back the covers revealing the face.Gentle sitting on the bedside,she reached towards the person in bed saying.

"Julian !Julian ! Wake up sleepy head!"

"You said to wake you early for your studies.Now come on get out of the bed.Breakfast is waiting"

Saying that Hiran left the room.Julian woke up yawning and stretching her hands above her head.For a minute she thought of going back to her warm,cozy bed and drifting off to dreamland but her rational side stopped her.Thinking quietly she got out of bed,before going to restroom to freshen up.Existing the restroom in her casual-comforting clothes compromising of a lilac mid- thigh top with white tights and hair pulled back into high ponytail,she made her bed before going to kitchen for breakfast.

Hiran was putting breakfast on the table and Julian rushed to help her.As they were eating, Hiran decided to tease her lovely grand-daughter about the date.

A girl who was dumped by her playboy-boyfriend for selfish reasons, will she break-down or will she find someone better. Will the ex realise his mistake and try to reconcile? Will she give him a chance to reconnect and destroy her new relationship or will she stay and shut her ex out?

Zombie was sitting on the floor right next to Cranberry's bed, and he was in a foul mood.
"Are you seriously still brooding over my little joke...?"
Cranberry's head popped up from beneath the covers and she asked in disbelief.
"Graough! (No, I'm not!)"
Zombie growled not looking back at her and started tracing circles on the floor with his finger.
"I can see you can't get over it."
Cranberry, nested on the bed, murmured to Zombie's back.
"Graough. (It wasn't funny at all.)"
Zombie responded all sulky.
"Graough! (And as far as we know the story might actually go that way!)"
He really couldn't let go of that.
That's why he was in Cranberry's room in the first place, even though she calmed down and didn't refuse to let go of him.
Now he wanted to stick around her just in case something would happen.
"Are you angry at me...?"
After a few minutes of silence, Cranberry asked in a careful voice and pulled her hand out from the covers, reaching for Zombie.
"Graough... (I'm not, I know you can protect yourself...)"
He grumbled and offered his left hand without even looking as if he knew exactly what his master wanted.
"Ha ha~!"
Cranberry giggled happily and intertwined their fingers.
She squeezed his hand and he squeezed back.
"Haa..."
Cranberry breathed out with relief and closed her eyes.
"You know? It's not like I'm invincible."
She said suddenly, making Zombie flinch and turn towards her.
"Please, don't hate me for what I'm about to say..."
Her tone changed completely, making Zombie had a bad feeling.
"Even after what all we've been through together until now, I cannot get myself to fully trust you."
She said without opening her eyes.
"Graough?! (Huh?!)"
Zombie growled.
"Don't get me wrong... I do believe what you say, I can see that you are giving your best, and only wish to help me but..."
Her voice shook and she squeezed Zombie's hand a bit harder.
"I can't understand why."
She said heavily.
"I treated you so badly when we first met. During our training sessions I was beating you mercilessly for any mistake I thought you made."
Cranberry hid her head under the covers.
"...I... Because of how I feared my mother, I treated you exactly how she treated me..."
"...graough... (...master...)"
Zombie growled in a pained voice.
"But despite all that, you always treated me with absolute obedience, just like I did my mother. I could never understand why... was it because of my magic that made you my eternal servant? Or was it because we really are similar and you are also planning to..."
Cranberry stopped talking and took a deep breath. She gently caressed Zombie's hand with her thumb.
"Graough! (Master! It's not like that at all!) Graough! (I know what you've been through!) Graough! (I understand you even though we can't communicate that well!)"
Zombie got up on his knees and leaned against Cranberry's bed.
"..."
Cranberry was silent.
"Graough...! (Master, don't be so hard on yourself...!) Graough... (No matter what you did during our training sessions, I never once thought you did that out of malice...) Graough, graough... (You just tried your best to cope with everything, and having a rotten brain like me around must have caused you even more worries...) Graough...! (I know that you can't really understand me, I will go write it down and...!)"
Before Zombie's growls reached their climax, Cranberry slowly poked her face from beneath the covers and looked at him with extreme anxiety.
"Zombie..."
She started and her servant closed his mouth instantly.
"This is the reason I asked you not to hate me..."
Cranberry sighed heavily and took a deep breath as if she was readying herself for a leap of faith.
"I already know all of that."
She said.
"Graough...? (Huh...?) Graough...! (Oh, because I wrote to you about it before...!)"
Zombie groaned in realization and nodded.
"No."
Cranberry shook her head and opened her eyes.
"I know all of that because I can understand your growls."
She confessed.
"I understand what you're saying when you groan. I always did. I just... acted as if I didn't... because I didn't trust you..."
"...!"
Zombie stared at her, baffled out of his mind.
"Graough...? (Are you serious...?)"
He groaned and Cranberry nodded in response.
"Graough...? (You understand me...?)"
He asked.
"Yes, I do."
She confirmed.
"Graough...? (And, you always did...?)"
"Yes. From the very beginning."
"..."
Zombie took back his hand, and Cranberry didn't try to stop him.
Her chin started shaking as if she was about to cry and she hid behind the covers again.
"Graough! (That's so embarrassing!)"
Zombie growled and hid his face in his hands.
"Eh...?!"
Cranberry popped her head back up and stared at her blue undead in confusion.
"Graough! (Noo! I said all those embarrassing stuff thinking you can't understand!)"
Zombie cried pitifully, curling into a ball next to Cranberry's bed.
"Graough...? (So even when I said that...?) Graough...?! (And even that...?!) Graough?! (You knew what I was saying?!)"
He shook his head to the sides trembling from shame.
"Y-you're not mad at me...."
Cranberry stuttered, secretly wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"Graough! (I am mad!)"
Zombie raised his head and showed his embarrassed face.
"Graough! (Master you're so mean!) Graough! (And I always thought you just had that good of an intuition!) Graough! (I made such a fool out of myself!)"
He cried.
"Graough...! (Noo...! I'm going to die from shame...!)"
"There's no way you could die from that, you dummy."
Cranberry managed to smile a little.
"Graough! (I definitely can!) Graough...! (Ugh! This must be why you always called me rotten brain...!) Graough! (You understood what I was saying, but I never realized!) Graough! (I am so dumb!)"
Zombie fell on his side and rolled under the bed.
"Z-Zombie?!"
Cranberry gasped and hurriedly shuffled on the mattress and leaned over to peek at him.
"Graough...! (Just let me rot in here...!)"
The blue undead cried pitifully.
"Haa... Zombie, get out of there..."
Cranberry sighed and reached towards him.
As soon as she grabbed the piece of his shirt, she pulled him out effortlessly.
"Ugh...! Why are you so dusty?! Did maid's never cleaned under there or something...?"
Cranberry leaned away taken aback.
"Graough... (Master, since you've told me the truth does that mean that you trust me now...?)"
Zombie uncurled and glanced at the girl from between his fingers.
"...well..."
Cranberry sighed and crawled back on the mattress and buried herself in the covers.
"...let's just say that..."
She seemed to be carefully choosing her words.
"...if I'm a backstory character that is supposed to die anyway, I wouldn't mind getting killed by you as a part of your backstory..."
She confessed and turned away before Zombie could even respond.


[Season 1 - Cranberry] 
After getting forcefully reincarnated into a world of an otome game he has no clue about, the protagonist is then killed and brought back to life by the prideful villainess with one desire.
To rule the world.
As the ruthless girl's Eternal Servant, how will he dodge the fate that the game system has in store for him?

[Season 2 - Zombie]
He has been granted a second chance.
Thrown right back to when it all began - with the memories necessary to make everything right and the overpowered skill to back up his conviction - how will the protagonist deal with even greater danger than what he faced during the first playthrough?
Read now with the start of the second season of the Villainess and I, her Zombie!

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Cover by amazing @DraNKa
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Morning arrived, but my eyes wouldn't open.

I was in the classroom again. You know the one, with the kids just chatting away like it was lunchtime and the substitute teacher attempting to get the class under control.

The Head Teacher would just be inconvenient.

So I screamed at them to shut up, a scream so loud that it must have come from the very abyss of my soul. A scream so loud that it rocked the entire school.

Everyone else was quiet for a bit, but then one kid turned around and replied:

"You shut up."

That spurned a wave of other kids telling other kids telling other kids to shut up.

If there was any drama from that time, I didn't remember any. I was too busy crying my eyes out waiting for middle school to end. Nothing changed except for more bullies, an anti-bullying campaign and a medal to reward my victimhood.


"GWAACH!"

I opened my eyes to see Teia awake beside me wearing a plain wool maid's dress.

As far as I could tell, she had gotten in the way of my arms while I had turned over in my sleep. Naturally, the only real way to deal with this is for both parties to be embarrassed to the point of paralysis.

…

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"Master Ash… are you awake ye-" Diana, garbed in a similar dress to Teia, stopped in the doorway.

…

Oh.

"Teia!" Diana scolded, "Why were you in the Master's bed!"

"—I-I-I-I-" Teia stammered, struggling to find her reasoning.

"I woke her up when I woke up a few seconds ago."

"Master Ash, forgive me, but I was asking why she is in your bed."

"So she must have fallen asleep in my bed after…" I stopped for a moment, trying to piece together what could have happened last night.

"She did. What happened between you last night!"

"I only woke up now so-"

Diana wasn't having any of it. "Then it is Teia's fault, not yours. Come along now, dear sister. We must prepare the Master's breakfast."

Teia simply nodded as brushed down her dress, glancing back at me as she left the room.

Diana then turned to me with a piece of folded paper in her hand. "Master Ash, Lady Seraien asked me to give you this."

I studied it as they left the room.


I don't think I'll be able to talk much with you these next couple of days.

If you want to ask me something, write on the back of this paper and get one of your new maids (*wink wink* Diana *wink wink*) to give it to me.

One thing about sucking blood that I COMPLETELY forgot to talk about.

Try to avoid sucking on a daily basis. Everyone uses blood at their own rate so try to use the time we have to understand how much you use.

If you really need a pick-me-up though, like I saw your body lying on the bed with Teia cuddled up adorably next to you, then don't forget to tell me what you did.

For research purposes of course.


…

Mister FBI-san, if this turns out like they're thinking it might turn out, then please send Inks to jail too.

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The second day of training involved horseback riding. My ass hurts. That is all.

The third day was cancelled in due part to that tournament that I had been invited to. Instead, Herzt told me to stay in the stands and just watch people fight in the dirt. I have no idea what's so fun about all of this, but they were having fun getting pummeled into the dirt. I don't get this. It was a boring day and I think I'd prefer to just sit and learn how to do some magic, although Herzt would just drag me out and I'd have to participate in the tournament while stuffed in the Rust Bucket.

The fourth involved field work with the company's druid Gareth. The druiding was sort of interesting, but I wouldn't consider Gareth as being much for conversation outside of his backstory. Apparently he was a Adept of Thunder and his proficiency in lightning spells was renowned throughout Erztein Castle, but thick, dry underbrush wasn't much of a time to be using lightning on account of the fire hazard and he had a heavy 'Spirits of the Forest' feel to him. He also could complain about how mundane fire had become and some of his quotes included "It's normal for animals to eat raw meat so I don't see how Pestials are much different." The guy was weird.

The Fifth was a Sunday. Religion didn't exactly function here in the same way it did back home due to one worldbuilding absurdity. The Divine Right of Kings, where the King was directly chosen by a god to lead the people, was very real and very potent. Vladimir von Erztein was, quite literally, the vessel of Artemis, the Ancient Greek Goddess of the Deep Woods. As King, he was responsible for the power bestowed upon him and God's Old Followers, in this case a druidic order where people like Gareth had come from. Shrines to other gods were allowed under "Jure Vampyr e Daemon", the Demon/Vampire book of Law, provided that they did not exceed the size of the local well and that idols were not comparable to the King's Throne.

Naturally, as part of my duty to the King, I had to sit through about four hours of more Gareth and the old stories of the Druids of Artemis, who were all variations of Gareth and the faith generally peddled an idealized coexistence with nature, with Hell being a variation on that same woodland turning on you the instant you stray from the Goat's Path.

As a non-theist, consider myself not exactly convinced by it. Still, I had to bear with it for those long hours.

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The sun set over the woodlands, but there was a dusk wake to be had. This involved a lot of booze, local Pestial women, and Vampires being Vampires. I snuck out from all this to just head back to my room to sleep, only to find Diana standing in the middle of the hallway awaiting my return.

"Master Ash, Lady Ser-ser…" She started, trying and failing to pronounce Seraien.

"Ser-ai-en, although she doesn't mind if you call her Inks."

"H-how could I do such a thing! To call a Lady of her stature would be completely out of bounds!"

"Oh, okay. I assume that you're working on saying Lady Seraien then?"

"Yes, Master Ash."

"In that case my actual name is Amai'ishi Satoshi, but due to how last names work around here it's more along the lines of Satoshi Amai'ishi."

You could almost pinpoint the moment her brain gave up.

"Don't worry, I'm just messing with you. Master Ash is fine. In any case, why were you outside my room?"

"I was waiting on you, Master. Please come in."

There wasn't anyone else in the room and nothing seemed out of place except for the solitary Diana sitting on the bed, her right shoulder illuminated by candlelight.

"Please sit, Master Ash." She said with a betraying quiver, although it sounded more like a quiver of inexperience than actual fear.

Oh, I need to drink too.

Diana undid the top of her dress, sliding it down to reveal her left shoulder.

Steadying her with my hand around her waist, I placed my mouth on her soft flesh and drank.

Diana grimaced in pain, unable to fully support herself. She sank into my lap before curling her fingers through my free hand, breathing heavily like she did with Inks.

As I stopped drinking, she slumped into me, her breath slowing down from the brief intimacy. Diana tasted like some kind of sweet tea, not in the usual sweetener sort of way, but an earthy, root-like aftertaste.

Lowering her onto the bed, I-

I retreated from her, the thought piercing my every thought.

"Master Ash?"

"It's fine, it's just… I kind of want to stop here."

"Master Ash… I understand."

…

"Hey Diana?"

"Yes Master Ash?"

"You mind if I just lie beside you for a while?"

"Of course, Master Ash." She said, shuffling over.

I lay with Diana on the covers in complete silence.

I want to sleep. I really should just sleep.

…

…

…

It's kind of cold.

…

I got up off the bed quietly to try to tuck myself underneath the covers, but Diana was already deep in sleep a few inches away from me, weighing down the covers on this side. I could easily go around the other side, but she might catch a cold if she just lies here like this.

I need to get her under the covers, although…

Shit, she's way cuter when she's sleeping.

Getting her body underneath the covers was probably going to be the toughest question on the Isekai exam.

Personally, I chose to go with getting her feet under the covers first, pushing the bottom corner of the covers past her human feet and then getting as much room away from her tail and stomach to get as much leverage as I could to pull the covers under her wings and head.

This way, I'd not have to really deal with being close to her face. I did have to manually make sure some of her feathers didn't get caught, but I managed to get her under the covers.

Getting under the covers myself, I managed to get some sleep.

A Slavic, Erotic Vampire Isekai. 
Illust: Doodlin_Noodlin

War is coming to the Vampire Kingdoms. The Rodiens Counts, Ratmen who exile their excess population, need to expand their borders. The Castle of Erztein is preparing for the worst.

Then the Demon Consort, Ynqths Hereid Seraien (everyone just calls her Inks), decides that this would be a great time to Summon someone from another dimension.

She summons half-American "Ash" Satoshi Amaiishi, a 23 year old ex-NEET who has problems getting out of his cynical shell. Through his summoning though, he gets turned into a vampire. Vampires don't kill people, but they do require constant access to those willing to be bitten. 

While Ash may be able to get support from the people who love him, War is here. And in War, no one has time for cynics.

Ye Youyou's face burned in embarrassment. She snatched her hand back and covered her breasts. She turned her body such that her front was facing up and pulled the covers over her body. Her heart was beating so hard that she could feel it in her chest.
Her blush spread from her face all the way past her ears. Ye Youyou didn't even dare to breathe too loudly. Staring up at the ceiling ahead, she said, "Last night… We were both drunk."
Li Jinnan was in a good mood as he witnessed her embarrassment. Without a sound, the corners of his mouth lifted in a smile. He flipped himself over and sat up.
 "Yeah." His voice was low and hoarse. It sounded seductively sexy.
Li Jinnan picked his pants up from his floor and searched its pockets for a cigarette. He took one out and lit it up.
He turned his head and saw that Ye Youyou was blushing furiously. With a wiggle of his brows, he took a puff of his cigarette and questioned, "So?"
"So, this falls under the category of drunk sex." Ye Youyou hugged the covers close to her body. She turned away slightly so that Li Jinnan wasn't able to look at her face.
So, is she telling him not to mind it? Or, is she telling me I don't have to take responsibility?
Li Jinnan chuckled and bent forward towards her. He exhaled a cloud of white smoke, and stated lazily, "It's not."
The puff of smoke flew across her face. The acrid scent of tobacco wafted past her nose. 
When Ye Youyou heard Li Jinnan's reply, she stiffened and asked in bewilderment, "What?"
"It wasn't drunk sex." Li Jinnan's voice was lower than usual. His voice was seductive and magnetic as he brought his lips close to her ear and muttered, "I intentionally slept with you."
Wham!
As if Ye Youyou's mind had just been struck by lightning, it went blank.
Li Jinnan saw that her ears had reddened even further. He couldn't resist teasing her. He lowered his body and leaned forward. He reached out and rested his hand on her shoulder as he continued, "Moreover, I was thinking…"
Before he could finish his sentence, Ye Youyou's body suddenly jerked back. She yelled, "You're not allowed to think!" 
At the same time, she turned around forcefully and rolled over to the other side with the covers tucked beneath her. As she turned, her body got caught inside the covers, and she landed on the floor.
Ye Youyou wasn't prepared for the tumble. With an astonished yelp, her face reddened as she lay in a heap on the floor.
The both of them had shared a blanket. Now that the blanket was wrapped around Ye Youyou on the floor, there was nothing covering Li Jinnan's body.
Ye Youyou turned her head subconsciously to look. All she saw was the figure of an Adonis. Her mind blanked out even further. She turned her head back quickly. Her heart was beating in her throat, and her breathing was erratic. Embarrassed beyond words, she closed her eyes tightly.
Li Jinnan, on the other hand, chuckled. He put out his cigarette and said, "Come on and get up. I won't look at you."
The moment he said that, Ye Youyou heard him getting dressed behind her. Immediately after, Li Jinnan headed into the bathroom. The sound of the running tap could be heard.
Ye Youyou released a sigh. She got up with the covers still wrapped around her. She turned to look at the mirror by the headboard and saw herself blushing furiously.
As she got up to put on her clothes, she realized that there was some sticky substance on her body. It was very uncomfortable.
She got dressed and went to the mirror behind the wash stand. On her neck and collarbone were black and blue bruises. It was almost as if she had just been tortured.
At that moment, Li Jinnan coincidentally emerged from the bathroom. His eyes roamed around her neck for a good while.
Ye Youyou felt her body tense up. She lowered her head and rushed into the bathroom, bolting the door shut quickly behind her.


In her previous lifetime, they had married for five years. He meant everything to her, but she was thrown away like an old shoe. 

After her rebirth, she gave him a divorce contract preemptively— 
“Divorce after one year, the terms of the contract are as follows: husband and wife shall not share a room or bed. Intimacy forbidden?” 
he raised his eyebrow. 

Who knew that after she got drunk one day, leaning on the headboard, he rested his deep-set eyes on her. "You broke the contract, Mrs, Li."

"Big brother...wake up..." A soft voice spoke to me. "Big bro-" 

"Hey asswipe! Get your butt up!" An older woman's voice bellowed and punched my stomach. 

I groaned and got the wind knocked out of my body. I laid on the bed with my arms and legs spread out and coughed. The younger sister was shocked and shook my body to make sure I was still alive. The older sister laughed a bit then was confronted by the eldest of the three sisters. She pulled her ear and scolded her. 

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Come on Ophelia! It's not that serious!" The middle child said. 

"Hurting our brother should be illegal these days. Especially when you use your iron fist against him in such a manner." Ophelia smiled sweetly as she pulled her ear harder. 

"Please just shut up.." I grumbled and pulled the cover over my head. "What do you three want anyway..?" 

"It's time for your daily training." Ophelia said and released her sister. "And today you will be training with yours truly...your Onee-san..." 

"Making your voice seductive doesn't make me anymore motivated to train with you." I said as my voice was muffled from being under the covers. "Besides I'm strong enough as is." 

"That's not good enough my sweet little brother." Ophelia giggled and pulled the covers off my person.

"You always treat me like a child." I sat up and frowned at her. "I'm 19 for crying out loud! I'm literally only 2 years younger than you!" 

"Correction, 4 years younger." Ophelia smiled. "I'm 23 years of age." 

"Look I don't care. Hand me my covers so I can return to my peaceful dream." I held my hand out, wanting my covers. 

"Mmmm...Only if you beat me in a training battle." Ophelia smiled. 

"Nope, I refuse that offer." I turned my nose up. 

Ophelia looked at me and smiled sweetly. She walked closer to me and held my cheek and pressed her breast against my chest. I blushed and kept looking away with my eyes closed. 

"If you win, I'll give you something more than your bed sheets." She whispered in my ear. 

"Your tactics don't work on me. I'm not into the incest wave. Sorry." I said and pushed her head back. 

"Grrr! You're training with me and that's final!" Ophelia stomped her foot down and frowned at me. 

"Okay okay. Damn. You're such a pain on days like this." I sighed. 

"That's more like it!" Ophelia smiled sweetly against and marched out the room with my covers in hand. 

"And she took my covers with her. Great." I sighed. 

Meet the Reaper Family. A family of demons. The youngest of the siblings is named Yllidesa. She's 15 years old and primarily a healer in the army. The middle sister is named Cathrine. She's 20 years old and named the Iron Fist for a reason in the army. The eldest sister is named Ophelia. Despite her sweet exterior, she's a true definition of a succubus. On the battlefield she's called the Moonstruck Reaper. She's the more mature sister in appearance and personality...well personality is iffy. Around me she can't contain her childish acts, and I dislike it at times. Our mother is named Urilera. Till this day I don't know if she's my real mother or not. I didn't question it because the bond I share with my siblings are strong and nearly unbreakable. Our father died in a war just before Yllidesa was born. So I don't know his name or what he's like. Ophelia always says he was a hero in our family and for the kingdom we lived in. Our kingdom is named the Kingdom of Twilight. 

"Auran you might wanna catch up to Ophelia. She doesn't like waiting for too long." Cathrine said. 

"Yeah...I guess so." I got up reluctantly and walked towards the training grounds in the castle. I dragged my feet and entered the training grounds and saw Ophelia in her training clothes with my covers wrapped around her waist. "Geez...I'm here. You can give my cover back." 

"Nope. Not unless you defeat me in battle. I'm gonna teach you advanced Techniques of the blade and various field effects we can do to up our odds in battle!" Ophelia said. "One day you will be the leader of our army and be the head of our family. You aren't heir to the throne yet, but after Cathrine and me you will be. Or you can marry me and I'll make sure you're a kept man and you can be King for free." 

"I'll pass." I said and sighed. "Look I'll do this stupid training stuff, but after I'm going back to sleep." 

"Fair. Now let's do this!" Ophelia smiled. 

We grabbed our training swords and she got into a stance. I rubbed the back of my neck and got into a stance as well. Training with Ophelia is never fun. She's extremely competitive, not as much as Cathrine who literally never teaches me anything and just literally beats the shit out of me, she doesn't know how to take a loss. It's come to the point where I let her win most of the time. 

"Ready...Go!" She ran towards me and spun around then swung her sword at me. 

I blocked the attack and the sound of the two wooden swords colliding was loud. It had awoken one of Ophelia's retainers who had fallen asleep in the training grounds. 

"Mmm? Oh it's that time of day again. Poor Auran.." The male sat up and watched. He yawned then stretched and rubbed his eyes. 

We clashed many times and she went for an upwards slash. I blocked the attack and grabbed her wrist. She smirked and grabbed mine. We spent a good five minutes escaping each other's grasp and regrabbing each other's wrist then she hit her wrists on the palm of my hand then pushed me by striking my chest. I grabbed her arms to prevent myself from falling. 

"Never let your guard down for a second." Ophelia said and her clone vanished. The real Ophelia appeared beside me and punched my cheek and I flew across the room and crashed into the wall full of training swords and groaned a bit. 

"Yikes...that one has to sting a bit." The male chuckled. 

I stood up slowly and held my back then looked at Ophelia. I walked towards her. She went for a kick and I ducked and pushed her hands out the way and struck her chest with my hands and she slid back. In the Kingdom of Twilight, our martial arts is named Yatso. It's a fast and offensive combat arts. You basically have to plan ahead what you're gonna do before you actually do it. It's easy to learn but hard to master. It's also hand to hand combat. 

"Ahh wanna use Yatso? Okay." Ophelia smiled then ran towards me and spun in the air while jumping and kicked down at me. 

I blocked the kick and wrapped my arms around her leg and slammed her to the ground. She placed her hands on the ground and flung me into the air then rolled forward and grabbed my shirt and rolled again then pinned me to the ground into a headlock. 

"If you want me to release you call me Onee-san!" Ophelia said. 

"N-Never..!" I grunted and tried to escape the headlock, but she kept pressing her weight against me. "I won't lose to you..!" 

I bellowed and my demon and angel wings pushed her off me then I stood up quickly after my wings vanished. I rubbed my neck and looked at her. She stood up and wiped her lip. She ran towards me again and went for a punch. I dodged and swept her off her feet then kicked upwards and caused her to fly upwards in the air. I ran towards her and rolled forward and sprang into the air and hit her with an axe kick and she crashed to the ground. I landed on the ground and looked back. I saw Ophelia tear up and I face palmed and sighed a bit. 

"Not this bullcrap again.." I said under my breath. 

"No! No! No! I was supposed to win!" Ophelia whined and wailed. 

"Geez...every other week. Why can't I win and get praised for it." I groaned. 

"Master! I will save you!" A female said and punched my stomach. I groaned and coughed then fell on my knees. "Target eliminated! You're safe now master!" 

Yep...every other week when I win a training match, Ophelia cries and I get punched by her other retainer, Mina. This literally only happens when I'm training with Ophelia. I don't even get a chance to win against Cathrine and I can't bring myself to even lay a finger on Yllidesa. This is the family I live with...everyday is something new. Nothing boring ever really happens with the Reaper Family. Nothing...and I wish my life was a bit more boring..

Prepare for the new version of I Reincarnated into a Dark Queen! 

Once an average girl living in a small village, she was just a simple farm girl who barely got buy in life selling crops to the local townspeople. One day she gets into a fatal accident beyond recovery, but wakes up in a strange castle. She meets her Royal Assistant who tells her she's been attacked by the Holy Order and must now become Queen of Lunia. Join Stella in her adventure on how she became a Dark Queen and ruled the land of Arcania!

This version has better story telling, better pacing, more back story, and a lot more sass from your favorite queen, Stella! I hope you're ready because this remastering will knock your socks off!

The world is a complete mystery...

Scrambled with infinities of secrets as well as unimaginable beings. Those kinds of beings that stalk you in the darkness itself and you could even run into the bad luck of seeing them face to face in your life trajectory. 

!Creepypastas!

Be careful where you go and how you walk in life. You do not know when the time will come and less your end. But, don't worry this mess doesn't happen often unless you summon them. Luckily they are far away now. In a peculiar and rare mansion. 

Outside the suburbs... 

Although not everything is rosy and things never go quite right for them. That is why they must unite as a "crepy family" and help poor Slenderman. While they instruct newcomers to be great creepypastas. 

| Completely original work and i do not accept plagiarism |
| Discretion in your: Vocabulary//Scenes | 
| Absolute Credits to: Deanie_BS19Z |

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