The morning light was soft, filtering through the window like golden mist.

Evethra stirred beneath the sheets, her mind heavy and hazy. Every thought came slowly—like ripples in still water.

She blinked a few times, trying to remember what had happened.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remember anything—at least not clearly.

All she could recall was a blur of warmth, Kael's voice… and then his kiss.

But as she remembered the kiss, her breath hitched, and she touched her mouth without thinking.

She blushed hard, feeling embarrassed yet warm on the inside.

'He kissed me!' She exclaimed inwardly.

She felt like a little girl who had gotten the toy she had always wished for.

But just as her cheeks were starting to heat up, recalling the sensation of the kiss, a familiar voice broke the quiet.

"So," Kael drawled from beside her, his tone calm and amused, "you're finally awake."

Evethra froze, eyes darting toward the sound.

Kael was sitting at the edge of the bed, his back to her, black hair devouring the morning light.

He looked relaxed, like someone who had been waiting for hours, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

For a moment, she just stared as he looked more handsome than usual.

That was when she saw that he was naked.

Her eyes widened.

"W-Wha—"

She looked away instinctively, unable to think of anything.

This made Kael raise his brow. "Do I look that bad?" He asked, making Evethra's eyes widen further.

"W-What?! Of course not, my lord!" She turned back to him, her face growing redder, but she maintained the lock on his eyes. "You are the best man I have ever seen."

"You speak as if you have seen a lot of them." Kael narrowed his eyes in mock suspicion, but for Evethra, it felt like he really meant it, so she panicked again.

"N-No! T-That's not what I meant—"

Before she could complete her words, Kael chuckled, shaking his head.

"Relax," he said, turning toward her, not minding how his dick was now on full display and how Evethra's expression froze as she saw it. "I was kidding."

Evethra, on the other hand, just stared at his penis, her lips parted. 'Monster,' she muttered to herself.

That was when a breeze blew into the room, causing the curtain of leaves covering the window to ruffle.

Evethra, however, didn't have time to notice that as she felt cool all over her body, and she looked down, only to see herself naked.

Panic filled her chest as she quickly hugged her knees.

"I… what—what happened?" She stammered, her voice barely a whisper.

Kael turned his head slightly, and although he could see her pussy because of how she was sitting, making him want to fuck her again, he controlled it, as amusement flickered in his eyes. "You don't remember?"

Evethra frowned, groaning as her mind slowly cleared.

Images flickered—heat, closeness, something wild and burning through her veins, her heart racing too fast to think.

She recalled how she had been wild and unrestrained last night and how she had screamed things she would never do with a sane mind.

Slowly, the murky smell of the room, which Kael had intentionally left as is, filled her nose, reminding her of how many times she had done it last night.

Heck, she couldn't even remember how many times it was.

'Ten? Twenty? Thirty? Or maybe forty?'

She couldn't put a finger on it, as she wasn't in a position to keep count.

The pleasure was so much that just recalling it made her feel butterflies in her stomach.

The walls of her pussy clenched inadvertently, her eyes unconsciously glancing at the 'monster,' recalling how that same thing had destroyed and then reshaped her pussy into something only it could satisfy.

But then, her eyes met his, and her panic returned. "I, oh… I…"

Kael chuckled softly, leaning back on one hand. "Looks like you remember now."

Evethra covered her face with both hands, groaning into her palms. "I was… I wasn't myself…"

Kael's laughter was quiet and unhurried. "You were very much yourself. Just… a part of you that had been locked away."

Hearing his words, Evethra hugged her knees tighter, feeling so embarrassed that she felt like she could die of it.

Looking at that, Kael, realizing that he should stop teasing her, moved closer.

He sat behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer from behind, making her lean on his body.

Evethra, despite wanting to resist, couldn't fight her urge to stick to Kael's warmth. It was just too addictive.

Her body, however, remained tense, so Kael smiled and kissed her gently on the neck.

"It's fine," he muttered, his voice low against her ear. "What happened wasn't your fault. I'm the one who broke the seal without knowing what it would do."

He wasn't saying that to comfort Evethra—he meant it.

He should've been more cautious and studied the seal before breaking it. But now that it was done, he could only apologize for it.

Evethra, on the other hand, hesitated, still staring at the bed. "The seal…?"

She had felt something break inside her, but she didn't know what it was.

Kael nodded. "Something powerful enough to make me use all of my mana. Something that kept part of your nature and powers suppressed. When I shattered it, all that energy—those instincts—came flooding back. Anyone would have lost control."

Evethra calmed down a bit, relaxing under his kiss and leaning closer to his body, her fingers now tracing around his hand that held her waist.

For a while, none of them said anything.

Kael kept kissing her neck even though she was all calm now because her scent and her skin were way too much to his liking.

He didn't want to stop, and Evethra could even feel his dick, which was behind her back, pulse once in a while, as if ready to go hard mode again.

That made her blush, realizing that Kael really was a dragon, as she had came more than she could count, only to make Kael cum four times.

If Kael hadn't healed her so many times, then she wouldn't even have made it to that point.

She sighed, learning that she was way too weak to even keep up with him in bed, much less in power level.

And as if sensing her emotions, Kael frowned before he bit her neck, giving her a scare, and then he licked the spot.

"Eeep!" Evethra yelped, her back straightening, as it was so random that she even forgot what she was thinking. "What was that for?"

"Haha," Kael chuckled again. "Nothing. I just wanted to do it."

Evethra glanced back at him for a second longer before she sighed, leaning back on his chest and closing her eyes until an image of her biting Kael's neck resurfaced.

Her whole body froze the moment it did.

Before Kael could even ask what was going on, her throat tightened, and she asked, "I bit you, didn't I?"

Kael blinked, then smirked faintly. "You did."

Evethra's eyes widened again, panic flashing across her face, as she tried to move away from Kael. "I'm so sorry, my lord! I didn't mean to—"

Kael, however, pulled her back, his hand coiling around her waist tighter as he kissed her neck again. "Relax. I heal fast."

"But—"

"Evethra," Kael interrupted gently, placing a hand on her head, his tone carrying quiet authority. "It's fine."

Something in the way he said it—warm, certain, and unshakable—made her shoulders loosen.

Kael smiled faintly, his golden eyes half-lidded. "Besides… I don't mind seeing the real you once in a while."

That made her freeze again. "T-The real me…?"

"The one who feels, and the one who loses control," he said, leaning back slightly with a soft chuckle. "I like her too."

Evethra didn't know what to say.

Her heart fluttered and stumbled in her chest, an odd mix of warmth and mortification twisting inside her.

She glanced away, muttering under her breath, "You're impossible, my lord…"

Kael just smiled, the kind of smile that made it impossible to tell whether he was teasing or serious.

"Get some rest," he said. "We'll talk about that seal later."

And as she sat there, heart still racing, Evethra thought that maybe—just maybe—the warmth spreading through her chest wasn't embarrassment anymore.

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Meanwhile, in the demon realm, in the Vampire Empire.

The dungeon beneath the Crimson Imperial Palace was not a place where sound dared to exist.

Every corridor was lined with obsidian stone, slick with blood from ages past, and the air itself seemed to breathe—slow, heavy, and full of dread.

Far below where the living walked, in a sealed chamber carved from shadow, two crimson eyes flickered open.

For a long moment, they merely glowed in the dark, burning faintly like dying embers.

Then—slowly—a woman stirred.

Chains rattled.

Not because they bound her, but because the mana around her was thick enough to make even metal tremble.

Her hair was black as void, long enough to pool around her bare shoulders.

Her body was voluptuous, regal, and unearthly, like something sculpted to tempt and terrify in equal measure. Her dark red eyes glimmered with lazy malice as she exhaled softly, tasting the stale air.

"…The seal," she whispered.

Her voice was smooth, low, almost tender—until the meaning of that word sank in.

Her brows knit together.

For a moment, she remained motionless, but the silence was alive—crackling. The faint red symbols across the cell's walls pulsed in rhythm with her heartbeat.

Then she sighed, slowly, the corners of her lips curving downward.

"So… it broke."

Her tone was unreadable—neither pleased nor surprised, merely acknowledging a fact.

But beneath the calm, something stirred.

Memories flashed in her mind—the image of a newborn baby girl with eyes like hers and soft laughter. Evethra.

That seal… she had placed it herself, more than a decade ago, when that child was still innocent and untouched by the world's hunger.

For it to shatter meant only two things.

It was either broken, or Evethra was on the verge of death.

The former scenario didn't make sense to her, so she concluded that it was the latter.

"She was dying," the woman murmured, her voice dropping to a whisper. "And the failsafe bound her to the nearest male…"

Her lips pressed into a thin line.

Even without seeing, she could imagine what had happened. The raw pull of vampire instinct, the bond of blood and desire intertwined.

But that wasn't what troubled her.

"…Who was he?" She asked the darkness. "And what kind of fool has she bound herself to?"

For a fleeting moment, there was something like amusement in her tone—dark and dangerous—but it faded quickly, replaced by a sigh of annoyance.

"If she drinks from a lesser being," she muttered, eyes narrowing, "her purity will corrode. Her potential will rot."

The red glow around her cell flared, reacting to her irritation.

Blood seeped from the cracks between stones, rising into the air like red mist.

Then, without hesitation, she closed her eyes.

A pulse of mana rippled through the air—quiet but devastating.

In the next instant, a shape stepped out from the shadows before her—a perfect clone, pale and still, its face blank, its eyes like rubies carved from ice.

The woman's lips parted, and her words were sharp enough to cut the silence in two.

"Go. Find Evethra. Discover who she has bonded with. If he is a worthless mongrel—kill him. Free her from the bond and bring her to the hideout. She will be reborn under my hand. If he is worthy…"

Her tone softened briefly.

"…you will bring them both."

The clone bowed wordlessly.

And then, without a sound, its form dissolved—melting into a dark puddle of blood that sank into the stone before vanishing entirely.

The chamber dimmed again, shadows reclaiming what little light there had been.

But before the woman could relax, the air rippled.

A harsh crack split the silence.

A man appeared just beyond the shimmering barrier that sealed her cell—a tall figure in imperial armor, his eyes glowing with the pale cruelty of the undead. The insignia of the Vampire Regent gleamed on his chestplate.

He scanned the prison warily, nostrils flaring, before locking eyes with her.

"…What did you do?" He demanded, his voice sharp and echoing through the chamber.

The woman tilted her head slightly, the faintest of smiles curling her lips. "You'll have to be more specific."

The man's face hardened. "Don't play with me, witch. The blood wards spiked. I felt your power move beyond this cell. You better not be plotting anything, or—"

"Or what?" She murmured, her voice dangerously calm.

The regent's teeth clenched, his fangs glinting. "Or we'll kill him. The man you still fancy."

At those words, the chamber pulsed—faint, but lethal.

Her eyes flared brighter than before, burning through the dark like molten rubies.

"…You wouldn't dare," she said softly.

He stepped closer, sneering. "Try me."

For a heartbeat, the silence was suffocating. The tension hung like a blade on a thread.

But the woman said nothing more. Her expression became blank again—eerily calm.

"Good," the man said after a moment, turning away. "Stay quiet, and maybe he lives to see another moon."

And with that, he vanished in a blur of black smoke.

The dungeon returned to its empty, choking quiet.

The woman sat still for a long time, her crimson gaze dimmed but sharp.

Then, slowly, her lips curved—not into a smile, but something colder.

"…It won't be long," she whispered, her voice soft and deliberate. "Before I'm out of this place."

The chains rattled again—not from her movement, but from the way the air quaked because even the air could tell that she wasn't bluffing when she said that.

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