Chapter 118. An Excellent Treatment
"Done... I finally finished it."
At dawn, in I-seo's research room.
With dark circles under her eyes, I-seo held up a glass bottle filled with a luminous, jade-colored liquid.
Ta-da~
Fresh, uncontaminated ingredients purchased again from the Golden Owl Shop. After boiling and combining them all night, she had finally perfected the Magic Suppression Potion.
'With this medicine, I can definitely calm the Count's rampaging mana. He'll finally be free from that agonizing erection!'
Overflowing with joy and confidence, I-seo grabbed the hem of her skirt and sprinted toward the Count's bedroom.
But when she opened the door, the room was empty. The bedsheets were cold to the touch.
"Where did he go? Don't tell me... he couldn't bear the pain and is having another marathon session with someone?"
She immediately changed course and headed for his office.
In her haste, she forgot to knock and threw the door open with both hands.
"Count!!"
"Ah!"
A sharp scream escaped I-seo's lips as she stepped inside.
The glass bottle in her hand nearly slipped and shattered on the floor.
Inside the dimly lit office, where not even a single candle was lit, four crimson eyes gleamed from the black leather sofa.
As her vision adjusted to the darkness, the scene slowly came into focus.
There sat Lucian, completely naked, while behind him, the vampire butler Beatrice clung to him, still dressed in her formal uniform.
The sight was bizarre and shocking.
Just days ago, Beatrice had appeared as a strict, intellectual, and coldly professional butler with glasses.
But now, she looked like someone deep in the throes of addiction—her red eyes dilated, her fangs buried in Lucian's neck as she frantically drank his blood.
Slurp! Gulp! Slurp! Slurp!
The sound of a beast feeding. Her pupils were blown wide.
Meanwhile, her pale hand had traveled downward, gripping Lucian's massive erection and shaking it at a frenzied pace.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Above, she drained his life force. Below, she milked his vitality.
Count Lucian, the strongest warrior in the kingdom, offered no resistance. He sat there, half-lidded and dazed, as if intoxicated by the vampire's paralyzing venom, his back pressed against Beatrice's chest.
"Nngh... Ahh... Hah..."
Moans of mingled pleasure and pain spilled from his lips, and from the tip of his cock, white semen spurted out like a fountain, dripping messily down.
'This can't be... The Count, subdued so easily?!'
I-seo's breath caught in her throat.
The vampire had revealed her true nature. She was clearly intent on draining her master dry, leaving him a withered husk.
Panicked and terrified, I-seo considered rushing to the annex to fetch Sophia, the priestess who wielded sacred light.
But just as she turned to leave—
Plop.
Beatrice released Lucian's cock.
I-seo's gaze instinctively dropped between his legs.
"...Huh?"
She couldn't believe her eyes.
That monstrous pillar of flesh—unyielding, standing stiff as a weapon day and night, refusing to soften no matter how many maids took it inside them and drained it of seed—
...was now completely limp.
Slumped weakly over his thigh, it looked no different from an ordinary man's flaccid state.
'It's gone...? That relentless erection... has subsided?'
"Haaah..."
Beatrice slowly pulled her fangs from Lucian's neck.
A thin thread of his dark blood stretched between her crimson lips.
She licked them once, then straightened up, adjusting her disheveled collar.
"Perfect timing. The treatment just ended."
Only then did I-seo understand the full picture.
This wasn't an attack.
It was an [extreme physical therapy], forcibly expelling the excess mana and endless lust coursing through his veins by using a vampire's bloodsucking to restore balance.
"Don't worry. The Count is unharmed."
Her voice was as dry and professional as ever.
But the Beatrice reflected in I-seo's eyes was anything but professional.
Her white shirt was unbuttoned, gaping open to reveal pale, voluptuous breasts—no bra in sight.
And whether from excitement after drinking Lucian's hot blood or something else, her stiff, rosy nipples pressed visibly against the thin fabric, practically poking through.
Blood smeared around her lips. The rapid rise and fall of her chest.
Proof that the cold-blooded vampire had been reduced to the most lewd of females.
"Since the procedure just finished, you may take him now."
Beatrice adjusted her glasses and jerked her chin toward Lucian.
"Ah... Yes, of course."
I-seo quietly hid the potion bottle behind her back. Though her hard work through the night had been rendered useless in an instant, she consoled herself with the fact that her master was cured.
She approached the sofa and draped a robe over Lucian's shoulders—his expression still dazed from the vampire's venom.
"My lord, let's get you up. We should return to your room."
"Nngh... I-seo? Ah... Feels... so much better..."
His legs weak, Lucian leaned heavily on her as he staggered to his feet.
Just before stepping out of the office, he turned his head with great effort to look at Beatrice, still standing by the desk.
Then, with a satisfied smirk, he raised his hand and gave her a thumbs-up.
"That was... an excellent treatment."
I-seo sighed in exasperation. After all that, he still had the energy to flash a thumbs-up?
Behind Lucian's retreating back, Beatrice's crisp voice rang out.
"Don't forget to approve the additional hazard pay and bonuses."
A ruthless capitalist vampire and a (literally) bowed hero.
Shaking her head, I-seo supported the Count as they walked down the dark corridor.
One way or another, peace had returned to Eckhart Castle—in the most absurd way possible.
[The Maids' Gossip]
The next morning, the maids' lounge was unusually lively.
Thanks to the antidote I-seo had worked tirelessly on (or so they believed), the Count's agonizing priapism had finally been cured.
"What a relief. Now that His Lordship is no longer suffering, he can finally rest properly."
Sophia was the first to clasp her hands and sigh in relief. Maria and the others nodded in agreement, glad the emergency was over.
But from the corner, a dissatisfied voice cut through the peaceful atmosphere.
"Ugh, seriously! If I'd known this would happen, I would've squeezed him dry yesterday!"
It was Bella, the succubus, grumbling as she smacked her tail against the floor in frustration.
Ella, leaning against the window, shot her a sharp glare.
"Hey, think before you speak. If you'd pushed him any further and he'd collapsed from exhaustion, that would've been the end of you. You'd never get another drop of that precious seed you need to survive."
"..."
Bella pouted but had no retort. As much as she hated to admit it, Ella was right.
Outwardly, everyone celebrated the Count's recovery and scolded Bella, but deep down, their thoughts were eerily aligned.
A faint disappointment that his terrifying pillar had finally softened.
But beneath that disappointment lay something far heavier—a secret, simmering anticipation.
Over the past few days, they had all received generous helpings of his virile seed—raw, without a single Contraception Magic barrier.
'Now, pregnancy is just a matter of time.'
From Ella to Maria to Ari, every one of them unconsciously touched their lower abdomens, feeling the hopeful flutter deep in their chests.
Even the youngest and most innocent, Riri, was swept up in the heated atmosphere.
'If... I have the Count's baby in my belly... Would I be recognized as his concubine? Could I live like a noble lady in pretty dresses?'
Hiding her flushed face behind a teacup, she indulged in sweet fantasies.
Amid this sticky, fierce pregnancy race, only Nancy and I-seo stood apart.
'If I got pregnant with the Count's child... What would happen? Would the Captain leave me? Or... forgive me?'
Though Nancy had avoided the Count since their encounter in the storage room, he had sought her out repeatedly.
And each time, she had taken all of him into her body.
As for I-seo, she had been too busy brewing potions day and night to participate in the unprecedented breeding festival.
She could have felt left out, seeing the maids' excited faces and swelling hopes, but her expression remained as calm as a still lake.
She had no interest in this noisy pregnancy race or status climbing.
To I-seo, a Celisian, fleeting power or the title of concubine meant nothing.
All she wanted was for her crimson-eyed master to live long and free from his terrible curse.
And if, on weary and lonely nights, he sought her out and held her in his rough, warm embrace—
That alone was enough comfort and fulfillment for her to keep going.
