Chapter 30
Chapter 30
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 30
Chapter Title: The Might of True Blood
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There are ranks among vampires, just as humans have social classes and hierarchies. Even within the same species, their levels differ.
Among vampires, the True Ancestor is the bloodline called the father of all vampires—the most noble clan.
'Nine is a True Ancestor?'
Compared to other True Ancestors, she's a cut below. It's almost embarrassing to compare her to those who've piled up countless ages.
She's still just a fledgling.
To be precise, it was more accurate to call her pure blood than a full True Ancestor. A blood relative of the True Ancestor lineage.
That didn't mean her rank vanished.
A True Ancestor is still a True Ancestor. That bloodline is never ordinary.
The pure blood wielded overwhelming power—enough to pierce the resistance and immunity skills of a level 99 hero from the previous generation and neutralize me in a single instant.
"Wha, how... A True Ancestor from Alicia..."
Excommunicating herself didn't strip away her holy power. Even as she abandoned me and left, Alicia could still cast saintess-level holy spells.
But she gave birth to Nine while starving? A saintess? Carrying True Ancestor blood?
"That's how far gone she was. Our mom."
"Guh...!"
Nine's fangs plunged deep into my throat. Blood drained from my entire body into her. She was sucking it out.
Nine slurped my blood greedily.
Squish-.
Her breasts pressed against my back and flattened out. She was hugging me so tightly that the sensation was crystal clear.
No, that wasn't it. My senses were heightened.
Ever since she'd bitten me, my whole body itched. My lower half burned especially hot.
My cock swelled. My hips bucked wildly on their own.
Olivia stared intently at me before drawing closer.
"Hehe, working great."
"Do, don't...! Don't t-take it o-off..."
Olivia yanked off my pants. Without even asking.
Paralyzed by Nine, I couldn't slap her hands away.
I was naked in seconds. My erect cock swung heavily.
"Look at that dick standing straight up."
Olivia cackled as she eyed my groin. Even her blatant stare was too much stimulation.
Precum beaded at the tip.
"Olivia, it's my turn today."
"I know. That's why I'm just looking."
She wasn't even touching it. That was her idea of restraint.
Ridiculous from my standpoint.
"Pwah...! Thanks for the delicious meal!"
Nine pulled back after finishing. Her fangs retracted.
I collapsed limply without realizing it. My posture was dainty, like a girl's.
'No strength in my legs.'
I couldn't run. Standing was hard enough—in this state, escaping foes stronger than me was...
Practically impossible.
"Why... are you doing this?"
I glared up at them. Charlotte alone had been plenty threatening. Three together? No way I could handle it.
Was this how the Demon King felt facing me? My limbs shook uncontrollably.
Charlotte stroked her own cock with one hand as she spoke.
"Do I need a reason to fuck someone I like?"
"...Don't come closer."
"Dad tried to run away just now. I clearly warned you—if you chose to flee, even I wouldn't know what I'd do."
"......"
To be exact, my escape attempt failed. I never imagined Olivia would suddenly block the only exit...
Charlotte continued.
"I'm a good daughter. You raised me on tales of knighthood."
"...And you do shit like this?"
"I want to hold the one I love so bad it's driving me insane. What good is knighthood against feelings like that? You said it yourself first, Dad. Someday, if I find someone I love, put that man above knighthood."
"......"
The heroine Celine prized her knighthood above all. That's why she fell for Count Pigmon's schemes.
After he took her virginity, she became his devoted knight.
'If I'd adopted a normal Charlotte No. 2... I'd probably give her that advice someday...'
Just please don't end up like Celine. I'd say it with feeling.
"I won't use the vicious Ban Phoenix. I'll only fuck Dad with something small and cute like yours—small size. So it won't hurt too bad. My dick's smaller than yours, after all."
The numbness faded. Strength returned to my legs. A normal human would've been done the instant pure blood bit them.
Not me.
"You... ungrateful brats!"
Dyke No. 1 had raised them. Olivia, fated to be sold to some noble... Charlotte, who would've been executed as a traitor's kin alongside her parents... the back-alley strays...
'Nine would've survived anyway.'
Pure bloods live near-immortal lives without even feeding. She had the highest odds of the three.
'Still! I took you in!'
Dyke No. 1 worked his ass off—
"But! This is how you repay me?!"
I swung the Black Light Sword. The black aura blade shot toward Nine.
Boom-.
Nine blocked it. With her fingers—lightly flicking aside my aura blade.
Could a hero's aura blade, capable of shattering mountains and cleaving the sky, really be stopped so pathetically?
"Even the Demon King... I sliced in one blow..."
"Dad."
As I struggled to contain my despair, Charlotte reached into her sub-space and pulled out something bizarre.
A fist-sized lump of clay?
A fluid-form item. It looked like slime.
No clue why she'd brought that out.
"I did enjoy watching Dad throw tantrums and beg to be let go. But if it's every day, you seem to suffer too much."
"......"
"So I hope we all just relax and shove this up your ass."
I had no idea what it was, but I didn't want it. Shouldn't happen. I had to refuse anything Charlotte suggested.
My instincts screamed it.
The anus is for excretion. Not for shoving things in the wrong way.
"Shut up!"
"Shut up? You just told me to shut up?"
"Yeah, shut up. I'm talking to you."
"Dad, last chance. Bend over nicely. Otherwise, I'll have to get rough."
"Cut the bullshit. After pulling this crap, 'rough' what?"
Mutual destruction. All or nothing.
No way I'd obey her. I gripped the Black Light Sword and assumed a last-stand stance.
Charlotte, who'd been staring me down, let out a long sigh.
"...Dad, don't test my patience. I'm barely holding onto reason as it is. Please, just the ass..."
"Yeah, fuck off."
"......"
I swung the Black Light Sword like a full home-run bat. Time to discipline her so she'd never pull this again.
Of course, it didn't work.
Boom-!
The explosion rang out alongside Olivia's voice.
"Eyes gone wild. Dyke, you're getting raped now."
"Block it?"
"Knock Charlotte out first. Leave her like that, and Dyke's ass gets wrecked. Lifetime diapers."
"Got it. I'll handle Charlotte first."
The dynamics shifted. Still 1v3, but now two were on me while Charlotte was sidelined—making my side the majority, in a way.
"Why does this pig keep pissing me off? You'll end up skewered on my dick and moaning anyway?"
No matter how strong Charlotte was, she couldn't take all three of us.
"Guh...!"
Snarling in fury, Charlotte didn't hold out long before collapsing. Onto a transparent waterbed.
There was a waterbed in the bathhouse.
'When the hell did they set that up?'
The question didn't linger. It wasn't over yet.
"...It's Charlotte's turn today. Gotta give her a shot at least."
Olivia roughly flopped Charlotte onto the waterbed and shot me a glance.
Nine's gaze locked onto me too. Those blood-red, jewel-like eyes had been gleaming non-stop.
Nine spoke up.
"Grab him and pin first."
"Immobilize?"
"Yeah, it was hopeless from the start. Wanting Dad to offer himself up? We knew he'd grit his teeth and fight back..."
"She wanted that, the bitch. Force herself on a resisting Dyke."
"...Ahh. Charlotte's tastes do run that way."
"All that polite daytime bullshit is just for the night. Total psycho."
I reverse-gripped the Black Light Sword, wary of them both. I inched toward the exit.
But escape was impossible.
"Dyke, stop."
"Ugh..."
Olivia slowly raised her right hand. She kneaded the air like dough. My body went rigid.
Because of the magic engraved on my balls, I couldn't do a thing.
Nine giggled. She clearly found my predicament hilarious.
"Handy, huh? No worries about him breaking it?"
"Impossible for Dyke right now. Maybe if he grows up."
"How long?"
"About... 18 years?"
"18 years?!"
"Even this took dozens of revisions because Dyke kept cracking it..."
Olivia's hand tugged my balls. Away from the exit.
Toward them.