«M-Mom... Hakuto... what the hell did you do?!»
When Rika woke up and didn’t see Hakuto in the bed next to her, she imdiately started looking for him throughout the villa.
She checked the kitchen, then the bathroom, the living room, even the garden... but nothing. Hakuto had vanished, and she was starting to fear the worst.
When she finally reached the terrace, she found him—naked, fast asleep on the ground.
Kagura was lying on top of him, also asleep, wearing only a transparent white robe.
Her thighs were still stained with his thick, white sen—sothing Rika noticed right away.
Rika’s shrill voice wakes them both up on the spot.
Hakuto’s eyes fly open—a cold shiver runs down his spine, like a thief caught in the act.
Kagura, instead, stretches her legs and arms with total nonchalance, as if the whole situation were the most normal thing in the world.
«G-Good morning, Rika...» Kagura mumbles, yawning. «What’s all this noise so early in the morning...?»
«I-I should be the one asking questions!» Rika snaps—her face turning red with both embarrassnt and jealousy.
anwhile, Hakuto goes with the best strategy he can think of—he shuts his eyes and pretends to be asleep.
«Don’t tell you’re upset over sothing so small...?» Kagura grumbles, still lying on top of Hakuto.
«Y-You’re much more attractive and experienced than and Yuzu... now, because of you, Hakuto will only want you and won’t look at anymore...» Rika mutters, her voice tinged with lancholy.
«You’re wrong...» Kagura replies as she gets back on her feet and stands in front of Rika.
«...Hakuto loves you, and he loves Yuzu. He has no intention of giving you up. In fact, he was genuinely happy knowing that, thanks to the teachings only a succubus like can give, he’d be able to bring you even more pleasure.»
Rika gives a small smile.
«D-Do you really an that, Mom...?»
Kagura nods and pulls her into a hug.
Hakuto slightly opens one eye—he looks at them, clearly confused.
~Succubi really are weird...~
After taking a shower and getting dressed, Shin, Kagura, and their children walk along the path that crosses the garden and leads to the main gate.
A plain white truck with their luggage is waiting for them.
Shin and Kagura walk ahead.
Hakuto follows behind, holding hands with Rika and Yuzu.
Hakuto stops for a mont.
He turns back toward the villa.
Chantal waves goodbye from the doorway. He waves back.
The thought that this might be the last ti he walks down that gravel path—the sa one that welcod him that morning—briefly darkens his expression.
«What’s wrong, big bro? Did you space out?» Yuzu asks, nudging him. She also turns toward the villa, trying to see what he’s looking at.
Hakuto shakes his head.
«Nothing... it’s just that... I’m going to miss all this. I didn’t live here as long as you, but still...»
«This house definitely gave us many happy monts...» Rika says in a sweet, nostalgic voice. She’s also turned in the sa direction as Hakuto.
«...But I’m sure even happier monts are waiting for us in Estonia. What matters isn’t the place, but that we keep staying together like we always have.»
She adds that with a radiant smile, squeezing Hakuto’s hand even tighter.
When he no longer hears the kids’ footsteps behind him, Shin turns around. He gently nudges Kagura and gestures with his head for her to look too.
«Our kids are growing up...» Shin says with a sigh.
Tears rise in Kagura’s eyes.
A warm smile appears on her face as she sees the three from behind—Hakuto in the middle, Yuzu holding his left arm, Rika on his right.
They stand close together, gazing one last ti at the place where their love was born.
♡♡♡
Footsteps echo outside a small, dark room—lit only by the pale blue glow of will-o’-the-wisps floating near the ceiling.
The room is carved into the rock of a mountain in icy Iceland.
Inside, there’s a large rectangular table. Three big leather chairs on one side, three on the other, and one at the head.
Of the seven chairs, only six are occupied. One seat remains empty on the left side of the table, farthest from the head.
The footsteps outside draw closer and closer.
Finally, they stop.
The door bursts open.
«It’s not like you to keep us waiting this long, Velshekar,» a young-sounding female voice snaps, as Velshekar—now in his new body—enters the room and takes the empty seat.
The one speaking is Velune—she looks like nothing more than a loli with long, curly pink hair.
Her eyes are pitch black, with no irises, and she’s dressed in a tight black latex dress—the classic mistress outfit.
She sits on the chair with her knees pulled to her chest.
Behind her stands a brute over three ters tall, completely wrapped in a ragged brown cloak.
Under the hood, only a pale, corpse-like jaw is visible.
«I had a setback,» Velshekar replies curtly.
«I can imagine...» Raelos interrupts—an incubus, the male counterpart of a succubus.
He’s an extrely attractive man with long black hair and violet irises.
He lounges in his chair in a careless way, feet up on the table, while three completely naked won crawl over him.
They lick his chest, kiss his neck, and keep pleasuring him without pause.
These three stunning won were once human, but now they’ve been reduced to re sex objects.
Their minds have been emptied, completely manipulated by the incubus’s magic—just like a succubus does with male creatures.
«...I heard that Shin Tendo gave you quite the surprise a few days ago...» Raelos continues. «...But what worries the most is that a certain international star has suddenly vanished from the spotlight.
I’d be very angry if my beloved daughter slipped through your fingers after I kindly entrusted her to you—until she was ready to take her place at my side, instead of these useless human sluts!» he adds, now visibly irritated, as he yanks one of the won by the hair.
«That brat is a hothead. She thought she could fool , but I know exactly where she is—I wasn’t stupid enough not to secretly mark Esralda with a tracking seal. I knew those two would betray eventually...» Velshekar replies.
Then, he turns to look at soone else at the table—a vampire, no older than twenty, sits with bright orange hair slicked back neatly.
«...speaking of betrayal, it seems your beloved younger brother is working with Shin Tendo and the two hybrids brats. Do you have anything to say in your defense, Akashi Chihane?» Velshekar asks.
Akashi, arms crossed and legs crossed, slowly turns his gaze toward him—his expression unreadable.
«What my little brother does doesn’t concern . If you can’t even keep a brat under control, it’s definitely not my fault,» Akashi replies, his voice completely uninterested.
«How dare you talk to like that?!» Velshekar shouts as he jumps to his feet, slamming his hands on the table.
«I didn’t summon you here to see you squabble like brats!» Cassian Thalukvar interjects, raising his voice to restore order.
He’s an old human from N’Raeth, quite short even for his age, with graying hair tied back in a ponytail.
He sits at the head of the table—a position that clearly shows who’s in charge.
«In any case, we must acknowledge Velshekar’s rit in disabling Shin Tendo—one of the few Monster Reapers of this era capable of giving us trouble. He’s the only one among you who’s done anything concrete so far,» Cassian adds, casting a reproachful glance at the others.
«Shin Tendo...» Eskari growls.
He’s an elf with skin so dark it looks black—a dark elf. He has pointed ears, long straight white hair, and completely white irises. A large scar—a mix of burn and cut—disfigures the left side of his face.
He brings a hand to the scar.
«I wanted to take revenge personally for what that bastard did to ...»
«Are you deaf or sothing?» Zhurvak replies in a shrill, tallic voice.
He’s a humanoid creature with indigo skin, his entire body wrapped from head to toe in matching blue bandages—like a mummy.
Only two large, yellow, perfectly round, lidless eyes are visible.
«The old man said Shin Tendo was incapacitated, not killed. In other words, even a weakling like you now has a chance to defeat him,» Zhurvak adds.
Then he lets out an annoying laugh, which only makes Eskari more irritated.
«Weakling, huh?!» A flash of black light bursts from the dark elf’s clenched fist. «I’ll show you who’s the weak one!» Eskari shouts.
He’s about to lunge at Zhurvak, but sothing stops him.
An invisible force locks his body in place—he can’t move a single finger.
It’s a force unleashed the mont Cassian Thalukvar sets his cold, glassy, ice-colored eyes on him.
«I said I didn’t summon you here because I enjoy watching you bicker. This is the last ti I’ll say it. Next ti, only six of us will leave this room,» Cassian states—his voice cold and threatening.
Eskari imdiately sits down again—his body still trembling from that overwhelming paralyzing force.
Once silence falls again, Cassian resus speaking.
«Finally, the ti is ripe. The prophecies foretold in the Rithzargul—the dark grimoire—are coming true one by one. They culminate in the birth of the two hybrids, in whose veins flows the blood of the vampiric dynasty of the Valakys and the succubus dynasty of the Narkhalis—the ones who condemned our lord to eternal slumber. They are a fundantal piece in the liberation of the Primordial Shadow, Nyratalir, from the seals that bind him. Retrieve the hearts of the two hybrids and prepare the stage for our lord’s return—the purge of this world of those who inhabit it, so it may be offered as a gift to Nyratalir.»
End of volu 1
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