CHAPTER 49: DAMN, THAT GIRL IS THE EMBODIMENT OF PERVERSION...

Fuck, what a shitty week!

It took me almost a whole day for my body to fully regenerate the fractures that musclehead idiot Frank Callhan left me with.

My legs still tremble just remembering his true form—the towering ogre with green skin.

I still have a long way to go before I become strong enough to kill John and his two lackeys.

But no matter how hard it is, it’s something I have to do.

When you deal with criminals like them, none of your loved ones are safe.

At any moment they could lose patience and go after Isabelle or Elaine to blackmail me.

I have to kill them before that happens! But to do that, I’ll probably need Brianne’s help—if only I knew what happened to her!

It’s been a week since she disappeared without a trace.

Who knows where she went...

The moment she shows up again, she’ll hear from me! I won’t say I miss being tailed by her from morning till night, but I can’t say I’ve been happy since she vanished either.

It feels like she left a void in my routine, and honestly, I kind of—just a little—miss her.

And as if that wasn’t enough, Melania Narkhalis makes things even more unbearable.

I’m definitely someone who loves sex, but she... damn, she’s on a whole other level compared to me—and her perversion gets worse day by day.

Could it be some kind of subconscious reaction of her body to the fact that she’ll soon turn thirteen and be claimed by her biological father? Possible.

But it doesn’t justify catching her red-handed with Elaine’s face buried between her legs on Elaine’s bed.

You can’t imagine how twisted and disgusting it was to see Elaine licking her twelve-year-old cousin’s pussy.

But I can’t really blame her—it was Melania, with her succubus charm magic, who manipulated her and pushed her into it.

«I’ll tell you a secret, Ren. It’s true that succubi can manipulate weak minds, but that’s a power only adult and experienced succubi can master. The best I can do right now is amplify feelings until they overflow. Do you know what that means? My magic can’t plant the desire to fuck me in someone’s head. It can only make the seed of desire sprout if it’s already there. In other words, Elaine is doing this because somewhere in the deepest corners of her heart, she already longed to have her pretty little cousin. And the same goes for you, Ren. But don’t worry—the charm magic erases memories when used on humans, so for Elaine it’ll be as if nothing ever happened.»

NO! NO! And again NO!

I refuse to believe that the night at the pier she managed to get what she wanted from me because, deep down, I was willing.

And I refuse even more to believe that Elaine desired to lick Melania’s pussy...

God, the thought that Elaine might actually be a lesbian has never fully left my mind, but still... not with her cousin!

Aaah... this is exhausting.

Thank God Isabelle will finally be back tomorrow from her business trip in Japan—it’s been without a doubt the longest two weeks of my life.

I’m literally in withdrawal from her—from her mouth, her pussy, and especially her blood.

And those endless video calls at night—where she’d show herself naked, lying on the hotel bed, touching herself and moaning—they were supposed to ease the longing a bit, but instead they only made things worse!

She said that next weekend she’ll take me somewhere special—just the two of us.

I’m really hyped.

When Isabelle says it’s a special place... it really is! Two full days of sex from morning to night... I can’t wait!

I’m already getting hard just thinking about it!

This will be the last night I spend at Elaine’s house.

I just hope nothing weird happens.

Though honestly, I think I’ve already seen everything there is to see.

I’ve seen Melania getting her pussy licked by Elaine, or masturbating with anything she could get her hands on, so nothing shocks me anymore—I’m ready for the worst!

No... there’s no way I could have been ready for what I found when, around one in the morning, I slowly opened the front door, careful not to make a sound so I wouldn’t wake anyone.

—BLEAH!

I try to hold back the vomit, but it bursts out of my mouth like an unstoppable torrent.

Luckily, I had the reflexes to turn in time and throw up on the stair landing instead of the carpet in the entrance.

I stumble outside, slamming the door shut behind me.

I feel like I’m suffocating. I need air, fresh air.

No—what I really need is a heavy dose of weed and alcohol to erase the disgusting, revolting image burned into my mind.

Melania, on all fours on the floor, with her pajama shorts and panties down to her ankles... and Argo, Elaine’s pitch-black pitbull, pounding into her with a frenzy unnatural even for an animal, drooling like he had rabies.

So the little slut wasn’t joking when she said she was curious about being fucked by Elaine’s dog...

And then there was Melania’s expression.

I only caught it for a second, but the look of pure ecstasy and pleasure as she stared right at me the moment I stepped into the living room...

No. I refuse to believe that any of this is normal.

The whole "succubi being naturally addicted to pleasure" thing doesn’t excuse this filth!

Okay, I wasn’t at home to satisfy her daily need for sex, but I’m not the only guy in that house with a dick!

Elaine’s father might not be model material, but he’s not bad either.

He’s tall, decent-looking, with a body that’s still in good shape for his fifties.

Sure, a bit of a belly, but he has his charm.

And even if he were the ugliest man alive... fuck, it would still be better than letting a dog fuck you!

And I doubt Melania feels the slightest pang of guilt like, "He’s my uncle, my beloved cousin’s father, I can’t betray my aunt that way".

No. That girl has no shame at all... she’s the embodiment of the sickest perversion that exists.

And she’s only twelve!

What the hell is she going to do when she turns twenty?!

Oh, right... she’ll get knocked up by her own father to give birth to more of their kind.

And if they are born as incubi—the male counterpart of succubi—they’ll eventually impregnate Melania in turn, without the slightest restraint or shame...

Never before have I felt so thankful to any god that exists—or doesn’t—that I was born a vampire and not an incubus.

I almost dread what will happen in that house starting tomorrow, when Isabelle finally returns and I can’t spend the nights there anymore, keeping Melania’s insatiable lust under control.

I have a bad feeling things are going to spiral out of hand.

I just hope Elaine doesn’t end up broken from it all...