My Horny Stepmom Turns Me into Her Vampire Slave

Chapter 259: B - Honeymoon in Paris

Waiting for Hakuto, Claire, and Irina when they get home from school is a note left on the living room table.

The three of them stare at it with a mix of anger and disbelief.

[We’ve left for our honeymoon and we’ll be away for a few days. Behave yourselves and don’t neglect your studies. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call us.

Smack! 💋]

It’s signed by Shin and Kagura.

"I bet Mom’s paying for the whole honeymoon..." Claire mutters bitterly.

Irina, on the other hand, starts bouncing around the living room with excitement.

"Wooow! We seriously get the whole house to ourselves for who knows how many days?! This is gonna be the best week of my life!"

Then she turns to Hakuto.

"So, big bro... how are you in the kitchen?"

"Why does that matter?" he asks, confused.

"Seriously?! You don’t actually expect Claire and me to do everything around the house, do you?!"

"Last time I checked, I’m the guy and you two are the girls. Obviously, the housework is your job."

"For once, I agree with Irina!" Claire snaps angrily. "We’re not your maids. If anything, you’re the guest in this house! We’re splitting the chores, and since there’s no way I’m letting you touch my underwear or set foot in my room, that leaves you with the kitchen!"

"But I... only know how to make instant yakisoba..."

Claire shakes her head in disappointment.

"Pff, what a failure of a guy. I’d never marry a man who can’t cook. Not even if he were the last man on Earth."

"Big Sis, are you saying the secret to melting your icy heart is a nice bowl of hot ramen?" Irina teases, elbowing Hakuto. "You hear that, big bro? Time to learn how to cook properly if you want to get into Claire’s panties!"

"I-I NEVER SAID ANYTHING LIKE THAT!!! YOU’RE ALWAYS TWISTING MY WORDS!!!" Claire explodes, turning as red as a tomato.

But Irina is already on a mission.

"Come on, Hakuto! I’ll teach you how to make restaurant-quality ramen! Leave it to your adorable little sister! Wait here — I need to put on the perfect outfit for the occasion!"

With that, she races down the hallway at full speed.

"I’m going to study. Call me when dinner’s ready," Claire adds before disappearing down the long hallway as well.

Left alone, Hakuto lets out a long, weary sigh.

And Dad said living with two stepsisters would be paradise.

Ahh... what the hell have I gotten myself into...?

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"Shin Seiko, do you have any idea how huge a favor you’re asking me...? Just sitting here with you and that woman is already putting me at serious risk, let alone actually agreeing to your request," Vincent Carreaux mutters, staring Shin straight in the eyes.

Vincent is a tall, muscular middle-aged man with fiery red hair and piercing ice-blue eyes.

He sits across from Shin and Kagura in a private room at a luxurious three-story restaurant in Paris.

Though calling it a "private room" doesn’t really do it justice — Kagura literally booked the entire third floor of the restaurant to ensure maximum privacy and secrecy.

"Oh, come on, my dear Vincent. Don’t tell me you’re not willing to do an old friend a favor? Now that you’re the head of HESPARC’s French Division, granting my little request should be a walk in the park," Shin replies, putting on an overly dramatic, disappointed tone.

"You know better than anyone what would happen if someone found out I did something like that. Best case, I end up like you — Shin Seiko, former head of HESPARC’s Japanese Division. Worst case, headquarters might decide to bring back the guillotine. And I happen to be quite fond of both my job and my head."

"If you’re only worried about losing your job, that’s not a problem!" Kagura cuts in, her tone firm but friendly. "I probably don’t need to remind you, but money is the least of my concerns. I’m already supporting Shin and his son — one more mouth to feed won’t make any difference to me."

"When you put it like that, it sounds really bad, you know? You make me sound like some freeloader..." Shin grumbles, giving her an offended look.

"I’m sorry, but I can’t help you. Thank you for dinner, and have a good evening," Vincent replies.

He starts to get up and leave the table, but Shin stops him before he can.

"I figured you’d say that, so I have another favor to ask. Let’s say... something a little less dangerous for your career."

"What is it?"

"Your daughter, Chantal Carreaux... if I remember correctly, she’s the same age as my son Hakuto, right?"

"Yes. What about her?"

"Well, the daughter of the head of HESPARC France can’t exactly go to a public school. And private schools are pretty expensive these days — especially the top ones."

"I’ve told you a thousand times, Shin. Drop that damn habit you’ve had for as long as I’ve known you of dancing around the point. Just spit it out so we can end this conversation as soon as possible!"

"Okay, okay... You’ve gotten even more blunt than I remember, you know..." Shin grumbles, spreading his arms.

He pulls a cigarette from the pack in his shirt pocket, puts it between his lips, and lights it.

Then his expression turns serious as he locks eyes with Vincent, who stands in front of him with an equally stern look.

"As a member of the Carreaux family, Chantal will obviously follow in your footsteps, so... I’d like you to transfer her to the same high school my son and Kagura’s daughters attend in Tokyo. Of course, we’ll cover her tuition and all her living expenses. I’m sure Hakuto and Chantal will be thrilled to see each other again after almost six years... and they’ll have plenty to learn from each other."

At those words, Vincent sits back down at the table.

"Shin Seiko... what the hell are you plotting this time?"

Shin blows out a cloud of cigarette smoke and lets a faint, satisfied smile cross his face.