My Horny Stepmom Turns Me into Her Vampire Slave

Chapter 268: B - Bathroom torture

"I can’t believe Shin let that bitch into the house... and Mom actually approved it, too! He and Hakuto were already more than enough to keep us safe!" Irina snaps, clearly annoyed.

She’s sitting in front of the bathroom mirror, brushing her hair, her bare skin still warm and fragrant from her bath.

Claire, meanwhile, is still soaking in the steaming tub, lost in thought, her knees drawn up to her chest, with only her nose and eyes above the water.

But the heat of the water surrounding her is nothing compared to the heat of her body. Her pussy is still swollen and throbbing, wetter than the water itself.

She can’t stop thinking about Hakuto. More specifically, about his brief clash with Chantal.

He’d seemed so mature to her. So manly.

And the feeling that swept through her when he fought to defend both her honor and her sister’s is still there, simmering inside her.

She rubs her thighs together, trying to soothe the itch teasing her most intimate parts. But it’s no use.

Those thoughts keep coming back, growing more intrusive each time.

"If you’re going to badmouth someone, you should probably make sure they’re not sitting three feet away from you," Chantal remarks in her usual impassive tone.

Sitting beside Irina, she’s also brushing her long, fiery-red hair.

"I’m badmouthing you because you’re right here!"

Irina jumps to her feet, furious, but Chantal doesn’t even look at her, simply continuing to brush her hair as if nothing happened.

"There are three bathrooms in this house! Why do you have to bathe in this one?!"

"You should ask your mother and Shin. They’re the ones insisting that we spend time together so we can get to know each other and become friends."

"I’d rather be tortured than be your friend!"

"Suit yourself."

Chantal sets down the brush, and in the blink of an eye, she’s already behind Irina.

Her hands suddenly clamp down on Irina’s enormous breasts, immediately squeezing and shaking them hard.

"W-What the hell are you doing... you damn witch...!" Irina yells, thrashing as she tries to break free, but to no avail.

"Ahhh..."

A soft moan slips from her lips as Chantal starts pinching her nipples, rubbing them between her fingers.

Part pain, part something else.

"You said you’d rather be tortured, didn’t you? Well, there you go."

Chantal’s right hand leaves Irina’s breast and slowly slides downward.

"L-Let me go, bitch...!"

But by now, Irina’s resistance seems more for show than a genuine attempt to break free from Chantal’s grasp.

Claire doesn’t even notice what’s happening just a few feet away, completely oblivious and lost in her thoughts.

Chantal’s hand moves lower still, until it reaches between Irina’s thighs.

Finally, her middle and ring fingers slide inside Irina’s already noticeably wet pussy.

"W-What the fuck has gotten into you...?! Stop touching me like that... ahhhh!"

But Irina’s pleas only make Chantal even more invasive.

A shiver runs through Irina as she feels Chantal’s tongue slide from the base of her neck all the way up to her ear, before gently nibbling on it.

Chantal’s left hand keeps a firm grip on Irina’s enormous breast, while her right moves inside her faster and faster, pushing deeper with every stroke.

"I... I..."

Irina is about to threaten her again, but the words catch in her throat as her tongue begins to loll past her lips.

Her limp body slumps forward like dead weight, but Chantal doesn’t stop. If anything, her movements grow even more intense, and before long, Irina’s protests turn into high-pitched moans of pleasure.

Chantal’s tongue leaves Irina’s neck and slowly trails across her cheek, drawing closer to her lips.

Irina’s groin clenches. Her legs stiffen, her fists tighten, and her eyes squeeze shut.

She parts her lips slightly.

Chantal’s tongue is just about to reach her lips, and Irina seems only a heartbeat away from climaxing...

...when Chantal abruptly pulls away.

She releases Irina completely.

Irina drops to her knees, breathless, left to languish in the maddening frustration of having her pleasure cut off at the very last second.

She doesn’t say a word, and she’s too ashamed to even raise her head. Her eyes, glazed with tears and pleasure, remain fixed on the bathroom’s marble floor.

"For a succubus, there’s no worse torture than that, is there?" Chantal taunts, looking down at her with contempt and superiority. "I hope you’ve learned your lesson. Otherwise, next time I’ll be even harsher."

With that, she sits back down on the stool and calmly resumes brushing her hair as if nothing had happened.

Meanwhile, Shin and Hakuto are taking a swim in the Kurotsukis’ private pool, which is nearly Olympic-sized.

It’s a way to stay in shape while blowing off some steam — and, why not, squeeze in a little father-son time to talk.

"Damn, guess I’m starting to feel my age," Shin grumbles, clinging to the edge of the pool after a fifty-lap race that Hakuto won by a hair.

He’s barely finished speaking before he’s already reaching over the edge for a pack of cigarettes lying on the grass.

"It’s got nothing to do with age. You just smoke too much! Hard to believe you used to be considered the strongest Monster Slayer in the world. Now you can’t even keep up with a fifteen-year-old," Hakuto grumbles.

"Don’t underestimate your old man. I could be the strongest again if I got back to training properly, you know?"

"Then maybe you should. You can’t seriously expect me to handle protecting Claire and Irina all by myself while you kick back and enjoy the easy life as a kept man. Especially considering how dangerous the ones hunting them are."

"Oh, come on, son. Don’t tell me you’re scared of a few mangy wolves mixed up with the yakuza?"

"If they were the only ones after Claire and Irina, I wouldn’t be worried. But there’s more to it than that, isn’t there?"

Shin gives him a sidelong glance.

"More, you say? Why would there be?"

"You went through this whole fake-marriage charade, we moved in here, and God knows what kind of tricks you had to pull to convince Vincent to send his daughter here. All that just to protect two demons who are a little out of the ordinary? I’m not buying it, Dad. There’s definitely something going on that you still haven’t told me. Come on, spill it — who’s the real enemy?"

A faint, satisfied smile crosses Shin’s face.

"Yeah... I think it’s about time I started training properly again."