Chapter 27
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 27
Chapter Title: Marriage Registration. And Kidnapping.
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"Master, please sign here."
The moment I entered the office, sharp claws like razor blades jabbed under my chin.
I suppressed my trembling body with her icy killing intent.
Hot blood trickled down Yuria's white claws, and she licked it off with her pink tongue.
But more importantly...
The huge letters on the paper in her hand.
Marriage Registration.
And the spot she pointed to with her blood-dripping finger...
"...You want to get married? Right now?"
"I've decided we need to do it on paper immediately. And I still haven't received my reward for bearing your child, Master."
"..."
I was speechless.
If this went on, she'd pin me to the bed until my lower half was torn apart.
The woman's crimson gaze was terrifying.
"Tomorrow."
"No. I need your signature right now."
She stated it flatly, and as her claws crept up toward my throat, I had no choice but to sign.
Yuria smiled happily and shoved me onto the bed, subjecting me to twelve hours of blood-draining ecstasy and demanding to sleep beside me.
...
The long-awaited next day.
Despite her aching body, Yuria used the money she'd earned so far to doll herself up.
She was already stunning enough to crush most beauties, but with extra care, she shone even brighter—enough to draw admiring glances from passersby.
The marriage was official on paper.
But the ceremony wasn't. And for a vampire, it had to be romantic.
Sharing her first blood with the human she loved for life, bearing his child... living happily in the mansion. That kind of ending.
She'd even brought a beautiful bouquet with flowers symbolizing eternal love.
This day was all she'd waited for.
"Where is Master?"
"Yuria, you've arrived. If it's Young Master Ian, he's probably in the office. Though it seemed like he was talking with someone..."
"Someone?"
"From the voice, it sounded like a woman. He was laughing, so he seemed quite pleased all around..."
The head butler froze mid-sentence. Seeing her, he pieced together the situation in his head.
But the water was already spilled.
"I need to go in right now."
No good. If she goes in like this, Young Master Ian will...! Burning with a renewed sense of duty, the butler blocked the door.
"Step aside."
"......."
Ten seconds of silence passed.
"Yes."
He stepped aside.
Sorry, Young Master Ian. I had no choice.
Betrayal from a trusted subordinate.
...
At Ian's door, Yuria placed a hand on her chest and took a deep breath.
The Saintess... Rumors said she was a 103.6 cm J-cup monster.
She subtly lifted her full, perky breasts.
What if... what if hers weren't enough to satisfy him?
No, no. Most men preferred G-cups anyway. Perfect for Master... the best...
"......"
Crack.
The iron door handle bent.
Her heart pounded. Anger? Tension?
Actually facing Ian again made her tremble.
Unlike how she'd effortlessly mastered magic, cooking, daily chores, cleaning, combat—everything.
Standing before Ian always left her dazed or shaking sometimes.
What if.
Really, what if Master had to offer himself to that Saintess...?
And refused her advances.
"...I'll kill her."
The Holy Kingdom, everything.
She'd use every card she had.
Even the dragon under her command made it possible.
But a sorrowful voice echoed from somewhere.
"I... don't want to. Please don't refuse me..."
Master would get angry. Scold her. End up hating her. Yuria knew that.
If Ian truly hated it, she wouldn't do such things.
If she became the target...
"..."
She didn't even want to imagine it.
It terrified her.
She couldn't bear his hostility toward her.
It felt like a bigger hole than the wound that pierced her heart, carved into her chest. Her nose burned red-hot. Hesitation returned to her hand now.
At the same time, she desperately needed security—making him look only at her, binding him to responsibility before it was too late.
I wish he'd only look at me.
It was greed.
Honestly, she'd run away yesterday too. Just keep giving him that ecstatic pleasure unique to vampires' eternal love through blood-draining. Survive crises, live happily. Wasn't that enough?
It might just be stubbornness. Not trusting Ian fully, forcing responsibility...
But she was scared.
Every time he looked at another woman.
Yes.
Better than enduring that pain.
Lock him in the basement.
Just the two of them.
Only me.
Only me, forever. Eternally, endlessly.
"I'll... live."
Bearing his child.
Even if scorned by others.
If he rejected her.
Even if he hated her, for her own survival.
To endure longer, she had to claim him.
"I can't... destroy him. So stay by my side. Only my side."
She stopped her knocking hand and spoke from outside the door.
"May I come in, Master?"
No reply.
She trembled.
She knew his presence was inside.
But ignoring her...
'He... doesn't want to see me...'
No.
It couldn't be.
Still no answer. She yanked off the enchanted door handle.
He was definitely in there. Some unavoidable circumstance, she repeated to herself dozens of times.
"Hng, you're going to resist to the end, huh."
Yuria lightly smashed the door and entered.
Antique furniture shattered behind, but that wasn't important now.
Ian lay collapsed beside her, eyes wide in shock.
"...Yuria, if you break the door recklessly, the head maid will..."
"I've been appointed head maid now. If anyone interferes with my time with Master..."
Crunch. The remnants of the door handle rained onto the office floor.
My master trembled like a rabbit moments from being devoured by a beast. Adorably.
Yuria eyed Ian's lower half, then pressed it against her abdomen and gasped in surprise.
Unexpected.
She'd heard normal ones didn't exceed the navel...
As expected of the ultimate master—everything about him was top-tier.
She unbuttoned her shirt with index and middle fingers, exposing her virgin scent and pale breasts, along with a tantalizing mole to catch his eye.
Yuria collapsed onto Ian's bed, aligning their navels, and giggled softly.
"You've been avoiding me lately. I've been so lonely."
"..."
"Why did you avoid me? For a full eight days, seventeen hours, forty-two minutes, and eighteen seconds."
No answer still. Yuria slowly tore her skirt hem, revealing her inner thigh to him.
She pulled his nape into an embrace.
Her excitement peaked; she used her power to quiet her pounding heart lest it disturb him.
The vampire proposal she'd only heard from her parents.
"Won't you... become a vampire like me?"
Silence.
Unlike her earlier seductive allure, Yuria buried her face in Ian's chest and quietly awaited his answer.
She lacked the courage to meet his eyes.
What if he looked at her with cold disgust?
Her heart thundered, but...
10 seconds... 20... 30,
1 minute.
3 minutes.
The longer the silence, the greater her anxiety grew.
Tears threatened to spill now.
Can't dirty his clothes...
As she trembled, steeling herself to apologize...
"Yuria, look at me for a moment."
Ian's voice broke the long silence—low and grave.
Not a good sign.
His words pierced her heart like a dagger.
It hurt.
Her heart... ached terribly.
Frost settled on her burning heart.
Couldn't breathe.
"Humans don't marry like this."
Because she was... a vam, pire? He hated it...?
Me... like this?
Going to that Saintess?
She couldn't grasp what to say.
Despair as all her efforts crumbled.
Choking breaths left no room for reply.
Showing him this broken mess would only make him deem her useless.
At least...
To stay by his side, she needed to show only her best...
'I hate it, I hate Master going to that woman.'
Yet his embrace felt perfect even now.
Didn't want to let go.
The thought of this man no longer being hers filled her mind.
Pain like her heart stopping, chest tearing—alarms blaring in her head.
No.
To live on, she needed Master.
Her earlier backup plan surged up.
Bind his limbs here, kidnap him.
Kill everyone or escape via shadows.
Kill. Kill. Kill all who block.
But even then...
If he never became hers...
"Humans start with a kiss."
"...?"
Yuria's vision blanked for a moment.
I...an?
Did he just say...?
"First, a kis—"
She jerked her head back, but his rough grip pulled her in.
Hot, intense deep kiss blocking her breath.
The prolonged kiss—saliva dripping down her throat—nearly knocked her out.
"Huuup, hng... chuu. Hae, hek... Mas...ter, hngh..."
"How's that? For marriage, we start with this, right?"
"Y-yes... hng, go...od."
Yuria smiled unlike herself.
Completely defenseless,
She shed her cold, icy image and lost herself in his kiss.
Good.
Good.
Good.
Ian was too good.
The whole world seemed beautiful.
Ian smiling softly was the handsomest, and knowing he was hers made it even better, more, more.
"...I love you, Ian."
"Yeah. Me too."
Her chest buzzed. A different chill from before—joy transcending limits. Tingling thrill.
To say this... to create this moment...
That's why he'd avoided her.
Ian, her master, always saw her.
"You're especially beautiful today, Yuria."
"Ma... Master, Master. Master..."
"Y-yeah."
"I was... so, so... sca...red. Love... good, marriage... love... hngh, hng..."
Tears streaming as she buried her face in my chest—she was truly happy.
Yuria sputtering broken words like a malfunctioning machine was new to Ian.
No wonder; it was the ending she'd dreamed of forever. And their child.
As Ian relaxed, thinking she'd bought it...
"But Ian. I have something to ask."
"...W-what?"
"Do you think my breasts are small?"
She said, taking my hand.
-Squish.
Placing a soft, massive marshmallow-like mound in my palm for me to knead her breast.
Heavenly texture.
And the overwhelming letter G.
Just fat, yet touching it fulfilled dreams—drool-worthy.
Small...? This?
But something felt off.
If pure seduction, other ways abounded... no, just letting him touch was seduction.
But this felt like the most crucial choice of his life.
Chilling air rose. Her gaze mixed jealousy with the question.
"Are you unsatisfied?"
"..."
"Answer me. Am I lacking? My abilities."
"No, this is more than enough—"
"I know. The Saintess has absurdly huge breasts. They call it demonic temptation. But I believe Master won't fall for such grotesquely large ones. Yet,
you said you had to... be with her?"
Snap.
She hit exactly where it hurt.
If not right in front of the office... no, inside the mansion, everyone hears...? Damn power inflation, shouldn't have boasted like that...!
"But why... don't I sense much joy from you, Master...?"
Coldness crept back into Yuria's voice.
"Before, whenever I saw your eyes fixed on my breasts, I was happy. Blessed and grateful for this body that could satisfy you... But."
"..."
"Ever since the Saintess rumors, you've avoided my breasts... no, avoided me."
"Then..."
"Yes, prove you love me... give me that proof. Right here. Now."
Riiip.
Yuria's clothes and mine tore apart, scattering to the floor.