Pretty Baby Vampire (3)

"Hic... sob..."

"My Lady. Here is a tissue. Please blow your nose."

"Hmph! Hnngh..."

"Mom. Why is Master crying?"

"She spent too much divinity and got a shock. She's poor, you see."

"Master is poor? Kyaha! Master is poor!"

"Sob sob..."

Trying to work with all this racket was a real pain. A mattress wasn't something you just casually remodeled — ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠you had to grind it out with the crafting skill as hard as you could.

Sophia kept crying and broke my concentration. Honestly, it wasn't even that loud. Her crying face was just... hot.

There'd been a popular ad once that told crying women, "You're prettier when you smile." That ad was made by someone who didn't know jack about hotness.

A pretty woman was pretty whether she was crying, laughing, or looking at you with contempt. A smiling face made the heart race, but a crying face made the dick race — so the latter was better. Better for making babies, that is.

"Hnngh..."

"Lan-lan-i. It will take some time for My Lady to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠compose herself. Why don't you cheer Mad Demon on instead? He must be exhausted from his work."

"Okay!"

Lan-lan-i toddled over, looked up at me, and beamed. This adorable little creature was seriously my daughter? Instant healing...

"Mad Demon, fighting!"

"Kh!"

Lan-lan-i's charm hit me square in the heart. Causing arrhythmia in an Iron Man heart? That was as dangerous as a Mechanic's laser.

With Lan-lan-i's buff active, my hands moved like lightning. The stalled work wrapped up in an instant.

First Great Success I'd ever seen, and the name was this weird? Was the result worse than I thought? Bracing myself not to be disappointed, I went to check the info — but Sophia was faster.

"Is it done? It's done, right!"

"Yes. But—"

"I'm checking it right now!"

How was someone who'd been bawling her eyes out a second ago this fast? She zipped over so quickly even Lan-lan-i hiccuped in surprise, then inspected the mattress.

"Hee..."

"Hic."

"Our Lan-lan-i got startled, huh. Come to Daddy."

"Heehee..."

"Mad Demon. Hic."

"There, there. Sophia was the bad one."

"Master is bad."

"A RARE ITEM!!!"

My eardrums nearly blew out. Lan-lan-i frowned and covered her ears too. Even the way my daughter blocked her ears was cute. Now I got why Thumbelina became a fairy tale. Something this adorable practically begged to be written down!

For the record, I'd never actually read Thumbelina.

"My Lady. Lan-lan-i was startled. Please refrain from raising your voice."

"Sorry. But it's a rare item! The first rare item Yohan's ever made!"

"Is that true?"

"Yeah!"

Sophia shouted with all her might and dove onto the mattress. She rolled around without the slightest care that her skirt was riding up, the hem that had been around her ankles climbing all the way to her thighs.

"Hwaaah... this is paradise..."

"Is it that good?"

"Cheonsol, you try it too."

"Very well."

Cheonsol lay down on the mattress and rolled about, purring like a cat.

"I am truly astonished. To think it could be this comfortable. I find myself unwilling to get up."

"Yohan really made an amazing mattress."

Sophia reached out with practiced ease and pulled Cheonsol into a hug.

"Ah. Sorry. I have a habit of hugging pillows, so I just grabbed you."

"I do not mind. My Lady is truly soft. I now understand why Mad Demon is so eager to touch My Lady's chest."

"If that had been Yohan, I'd have hit him."

Why was she threatening to hit me when I was just watching? The way she was rubbing her breasts against Cheonsol was so lewd I decided to let it slide.

"Mom and Master are hugging!"

A brilliant idea hit me. I whispered to Lan-lan-i.

"Kinda hot, right? Lan-lan-i, go flip up Sophia's skirt for me?"

"Why?"

"I wanna see her panties."

"Okay!"

Lan-lan-i settled onto Sophia's thigh and grunted as she worked the skirt. She couldn't quite hike it higher the way I'd asked, but the way she earnestly flapped the fabric was so cute I just kept watching.

"Lan-lan-i, what are you doing?"

"Eek!"

"Oh my god. She's too cute! How did someone this adorable come out of Yohan?"

Sophia scooped Lan-lan-i up, but Lan-lan-i, under my orders, clung to the skirt hem for dear life.

"N-no! Let go!"

"Do you like ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the skirt that much?"

"Mad Demon asked me to!"

"Hnn."

Sophia let out a meaningful little snort and peeled Lan-lan-i off her skirt. The moment she nestled the girl into her cleavage, Lan-lan-i's will to resist evaporated.

"Warm and soft..."

"Lan-lan-i stays here. Yohan, you come over too."

"You're not mad?"

"Lying here, I don't even want to get up. I won't hit you, so come here."

Even an idiot wouldn't buy that. As long as I didn't get close, I wouldn't get hit — that was the real meaning. I edged a little farther away and checked the mattress info.

It really was rare grade. Unlike the rare accessories I owned, the description even ran two full lines. How comfortable did something have to be to earn the name "Drug"?

I wanted to lie down, but three women were taking up all the space. Nowhere for me.

"Cheonsol. You asleep?"

"Mom's sleeping!"

"Must've been tired."

How soft was this mattress that even Cheonsol had dozed off? Come to think of it, she had every right to be exhausted. She'd gone through storm-sex with me and then Lan-lan-i had been born, so she hadn't slept at all.

I'd powered through the fatigue on Iron Man, but Cheonsol was an ordinary Vampir. It must have been rough on her.

"Sophia. Let's make one promise."

"What?"

"If you like the mattress, forgive me."

"Mmm. I'd love to say no, but I guess I have no choice. I won't hit you."

"For real?"

"I really won't hit you."

"Is Master gonna hit Mad Demon? Master. Don't hit Mad Demon. Getting hit hurts."

"Since our Lan-lan-i is asking, I won't. Instead, give me a kiss on the cheek."

"Okay."

Smack.

Lan-lan-i planted a kiss on Sophia's cheek. I was jealous of Lan-lan-i and jealous of Sophia. I was pretty good at both giving and receiving cheek kisses myself.

"Lan-lan-i really is... so cute..."

Sophia smiled contentedly and drifted off too. Was this the moment? I darted over and flipped up her skirt.

Ah. Today was an underwear day. Shame.

"Master's panties are white!"

"Lan-lan-i, shh."

"Okay! Shh!"

"This is our secret, just the two of us. Got it?"

"Got it!"

While the two women slept, I remodeled Lan-lan-i's baby crib too. And since they still hadn't woken up, I made a few other items as well.

"Mad Demon is cool!"

"Mad Demon is amazing!"

"Mad Demon, hang in there!"

It was hard work, but Lan-lan-i's cheers made energy well up from somewhere. Was this the power of baby formula? At this point I was starting to wonder why Lan-lan-i didn't have a buff skill.

"Lan-lan-i, what skills do you have?"

"How do I check?"

"Just say 'skill window.'"

"Skill window! I've got Self-Healing and Rapid Growth!"

Seriously, why no buff. I handed the adorable Lan-lan-i the item I'd just finished.

Rattle-rattle.

"This is fun!"

"Kh..."

Lan-lan-i's cuteness was smashing through Iron Man and dealing damage! Physical hits that somehow healed the soul. So this was how you became a daughter-fool.

"From today on, I'm a daughter-fool."

"Mad Demon is a fool?"

"A fool only Lan-lan-i knows about."

"Kyahaha! Mad Demon is a fool!"

Was a creature this cute even allowed to exist? If I brought her to a battle and stood her in the spectator seats, she'd be cute enough to make the opponent's heart explode.

"Lan-lan-i, want to give Daddy a kiss on the cheek too?"

"Yeah!!"

Lan-lan-i on the floor launched a sparkling-eyes attack.

"Aren't you gonna give me your hand?"

"Lan-lan-i climbs up Daddy's body and kisses him."

"Got it!"

I spread my legs, and Lan-lan-i grunted her way up. She managed the legs somehow, but my straight torso was too much — she froze halfway up my clothes with a pout.

"I can't climb..."

"Don't cry. Daddy'll pick you up."

I set her on my palm and she beamed all over again.

"Daddy airplane. Whooosh~"

"Kyahaha!"

"Whoooosh~"

"Kyahahahaha!!"

Lan-lan-i loved it so much I got carried away, and a fair bit of time slipped by. I couldn't spoil her too much. Bad habits stick.

Early education mattered. If you just cooed over how cute a kid was, you could end up raising a little punk who went around saying stuff like, "Who are you to meddle in my life?"

Right now, I needed to be a daughter-genius, not a daughter-fool.

"Airplane time is over."

"Then put me on Mad Demon's face!"

"Why?"

"Gotta do the cheek kiss!"

Lan-lan-i smiled so brightly it could melt a resolve hard as diamond. Be a daughter-genius with a kid like this?

"Mad Demon, smack! Smack-smack!"

"Why twice?"

"'Cause I like Mad Demon!"

Absolutely impossible. I was just a daughter-fool.

"Lan-lan-i, airplane time! Whooooosh!"

"Kyahahahaha!!"

Only after Lan-lan-i wore herself out playing and fell asleep did Sophia and Cheonsol finally wake up. This wasn't even a tag-team match, and yet ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠they were taking turns being conscious.

So this was why new parents struggled with childcare. I found myself newly grateful for Iron Man. I could have sex with Cheonsol and play with Lan-lan-i and still not run out of stamina.

"Oh my god! You made this many items?"

"You spent a ton of money on your mattress and Lan-lan-i's crib, Sophia. I've got to earn that much back."

"Yohan..."

A deeply moved Sophia pulled me into a tight hug. After a good sleep, her chest was in peak condition. Not touching this would be a disqualification as a man.

Squish.

"Yohan. What is this hand?"

"I made items, so please look the other way."

"Huuu... I'll let it slide just this once. Next time, not even the scraps."

So making items meant I got to touch her chest? Time to work even harder.