Chapter 258: Who was that mosquito

Chloe parted from Vlad a few seconds later. "I’m going to bathe," she murmured, carefully putting the dress into her storage ring.

"Information or invitation?" Vlad asked, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

Chloe took a small gasp, her cheeks turning red. "Shameless Vlad," she hissed before rushing into the bathroom with quick steps.

Vlad leaned back against the headboard. "I really managed to pull it off," he said to himself. When he told Seraphina that he also had feelings for Chloe, she became so furious that she had straight-up punched him. Still, she agreed to him having multiple relationships on the condition that his love for her must not be compromised. If polygynous relationships weren’t a common occurrence in Argentum, Vlad would have gotten more than just a black eye.

But he was even more surprised that Chloe agreed so easily. He had expected her to beat him even more than Seraphina had.

"Girls are so complicated to understand," he sighed, shaking his head. "I need to work harder to keep my women happy..."

His words died in his throat as his eyes fell on the translucent walls of the bathroom in the corner. He could see Chloe inside. Or at least, her shadowy figure as she took off her clothes.

The glass wasn’t clear. It was like a milky diffusion that turned her into a shifting silhouette. He watched the shape of the sweater lift over her head, her arms rising, the fabric peeling away to leave the vague outline of her bare shoulders and the curves of her mounds.

"I-is it legal to watch this?" Vlad gasped, swallowing hard. "I think it’s fine. It’s not like I can actually see her."

She bent next. Through the frosted glass, the long line of her torso folded as she pushed her trousers down her hips. The fabric blurred and slid lower, revealing only the soft flare of her hips and a pale suggestion of her thighs. He could just make out the moment the trousers pooled at her ankles and she stepped free. Her hands moved to unclasp the last remaining layer of fabric when Vlad turned and sharply struck his head against the headboard, the sound echoing through the room.

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Fifteen minutes later...

Chloe came out of the bathroom wearing only a grey hoodie that reached just above her pale thighs, revealing the curves of her slender, milky legs below.

It was Vlad’s hoodie, the same one she had taken from him the night before he went to the Dark Continent.

Her hair was tied in a high bun, with a few strands framing her face. Her damp bangs clung to her forehead.

"What are you doing?" Chloe asked in her usual even tone, a hint of surprise barely appearing on her face.

Vlad was standing on the bed, his hands clasped behind him and his forehead pressed against the wall above the headboard.

"Fighting my inner demons," Vlad replied, finally moving back.

As he turned, his reddened forehead with a slight bulge revealed.

Chloe’s fingers moved to her lips in a mild gasp.

She reached the bed with quick steps, pulled him down onto the bed into a sitting position, and took a closer look at his forehead.

"Why did you hit yourself?" she asked, obviously concerned.

Vlad pointed at the frosted wall of the bathroom. It didn’t take more than a second for Chloe to realise what he meant by fighting his inner demons.

Her cheeks slowly turned crimson, her eyelids fluttering as she turned her gaze away from his face.

"Did you see it?" she asked in a barely audible whisper.

"Until you took off your bra," Vlad revealed, rubbing the back of his head.

Chloe’s face turned even redder, her cheeks slightly puffing.

"But it’s not like I could see it clearly," he explained. "Only your blurry figure was visible."

"So you wanted to see even more," Chloe growled. She grabbed Vlad’s cheeks with both hands and said with an expressionless face while pinching them, "Pervert Vlad."

She didn’t look intimidating at all. Her adorable reaction only brought a smile to Vlad’s face, even though she was pinching his cheeks.

"You! Still not repenting," Chloe stared at him with her barely narrowed lavender eyes.

She pushed him back onto the bed until his back sank into the soft mattress. Then she settled onto his abdomen, leaning forward until her face hovered just above Vlad’s.

"I will punish you," she declared, moving her face toward his neck. She stopped midway as his collar shifted, revealing a deep red spot on his neck.

"Did you get bitten by a mosquito?" she asked, her lips hovering just above his skin.

Someone should tell her that she shouldn’t be talking while leaning so close to a man who was barely keeping his inner demons at bay.

Her alluring lavender scent was already stretching the chains of the demons to their limits.

"Yeah, a very greedy one at that," Vlad said, his hands instinctively settling on Chloe’s jade-like thighs. His fingers instantly dug into her soft skin, making the girl squirm. "It drank a lot of my blood."

"If it comes again, I will swat it away," Chloe declared before lowering her lips to the other side of his neck. "Your punishment first."

With that declaration, she pressed her lips against his neck, sending shivers through his whole body.

The strong aroma of caramel from the whiskey, mixed with a hint of cocoa that always lingered around Vlad, felt even more intense from such close proximity.

She wanted to taste it more. Instinctively, she began sucking at his skin, her hands tightly gripping his collar.

Vlad took in a deep gasp, his body tensing as his grip on her thighs tightened.

When she finally pulled her lips away almost half a minute later, a red mark was left on his skin. A similar mark from Vlad’s fingers had appeared on her milky thighs where he had been holding her.

Chloe’s eyes narrowed. This red mark seemed annoyingly similar to the one on the other side of his neck.

"Vlad," she hissed, moving up until her face was parallel to his.

"Who was that mosquito?" she demanded, pressing her index finger against his cheek.

Vlad’s eyes turned toward the other side. "You already know that," he answered with a grin.

’She also beat me into this,’ Chloe growled inwardly, her jaw tightening. Chloe realised she couldn’t afford to stay idle for long, or that succubus would steal all of Vlad’s firsts.