CHAPTER 32: INDECENT PROPOSAL (2)

Sasha holds up two dresses, shaking them impatiently like she’s waving flags.

One is a delicate white gown trimmed with intricate lace, the other sparkles with golden sequins.

«Since apparently no one appreciates my exquisite sense of style—which, by the way, perfectly highlights my flawless body—I’ll let you decide!»

This has to be a joke... right?

Is this the critical matter she absolutely needed to discuss with me?

Acting as her fashion consultant?

Well... as ridiculous as it is, it’s definitely better than what I feared.

For a moment I braced myself for the worst, but if all she wants is an opinion on what to wear tonight at that vampire beauty contest, I can actually breathe a little easier.

«Well, uh... I’d need to see them on you to really judge...» I mutter.

I choose my words with surgical precision—one wrong step and this crazy pervert could lose her mind, and who knows what would happen then.

«Oh, yes, of course... you’re absolutely right,» Sasha murmurs back in an unusually gentle tone.

One after the other, she slips into both dresses.

Then she struts in front of me—an outrageous display that makes it harder and harder to keep my eyes, and my hormones, in check.

I won’t deny it; despite how absurd this is, my gaze keeps locking on her body until the torture devices and obscene objects scattered around the room start fading into the background...

And now... how the hell am I supposed to tell her she looks like a luxury escort straight out of the shadiest brothels in Amsterdam?

Simple—I don’t.

«You still haven’t told me how I look!» Sasha presses, her gaze turning dangerously sharp.

«Well, uh...»

I stall, buying a few seconds to pick my words carefully.

«I think maybe it could be a good idea... to consider a change of style.»

«You filthy little human, are you implying I’m ugly?!» she snaps, her irritation spiking as her fists clench and her teeth grind.

«N-No! Absolutely not! You’re gorgeous, I swear!» I blurt, flailing my arms in sheer panic.

«It’s just that... you yourself said the nobility doesn’t have the refined taste to appreciate your indisputably perfect style.»

My sarcasm is thinly veiled, but I manage to sound convincing.

«Maybe—just this once—you should try to meet them halfway, maybe wear something more in line with what noblewomen usually choose.»

Against all odds, I somehow manage to get away unscathed.

I’m almost proud of myself.

«Wearing a traditional gown like any other noble vampire, huh...»

Sasha’s expression grows thoughtful as she paces back and forth in front of her enormous wardrobe, which stretches across the entire side wall—easily over twenty meters.

I wouldn’t be surprised if she owned more clothes than all her sisters combined.

Ironic, considering she rarely wears real outfits, preferring creations summoned by her Sanguis magic.

She must have a serious shopping addiction.

And after what feels like an eternity of rummaging...

«What luck! Two years ago my father forced me to wear this monstrosity for Clotilde’s wedding. It’s absolutely disgusting, doesn’t flatter me at all, and is completely out of fashion—in other words, it’s perfect!»

Clotilde’s wedding...?

That brute actually managed to find a husband? I can’t help wondering which of the two plays the man in the relationship...

The dress she shows me is an emerald-green gown—long enough to brush her ankles, with an elegant side slit revealing part of her right thigh.

The fabric is embroidered with delicate golden floral patterns and buttoned all the way up the front.

Every detail of this gown is the antithesis of Sasha’s usual style.

I’ve never seen anyone wear a dress with such visible disgust, and seeing her now in that refined green gown with golden embroidery... honestly, she’s right—it doesn’t suit her at all.

Or maybe I simply can’t picture her in anything that doesn’t look like it belongs to a nightclub dancer.

That said, it’s the only remotely decent dress she owns, so it’s not like she has much choice.

«I really hope those senile judges appreciate the sacrifice that I, the magnificent Sasha Volkom—the most beautiful woman in all Mildelar—am making by wearing such a hideous thing tonight...» she sighs, visibly dejected.

Without hesitation, she strips out of the gown as if just wearing it had insulted her very existence, tossing it carelessly onto a nearby chair.

When her gaze locks back onto mine, that smile—the one that always sends cold shivers racing down my spine—slowly curls across her lips.

And suddenly, crimson chains explode from the bed beneath me.

They coil around my wrists and ankles in an instant, yanking me backward until my spine slams against the mattress.

With disarming ease, she reaches behind her back and unhooks her bra, letting it fall to her feet.

A second later, her panties follow.

Now she stands before me completely naked—a faint red fuzz barely veiling her most intimate spots.

«And now... let’s move on to the real reason I asked Daphne to leave us alone.»

«S-Sasha... what are you doing?» I stammer. My voice is a mess of fear, embarrassment, and arousal—all fighting inside me, throwing my brain into total chaos.

«That’s a rather stupid question coming from someone who—by your own words—has already had sex before,» she retorts, stepping closer, her eyes leaving no doubt about her intentions.

Completely naked and just a step away—while I’m still chained tight to her bed—it’s impossible to ignore the sight.

No matter how hard I try to remember all the terrible things she’s done, my willpower crumbles pathetically.

Her massive breasts sway dangerously close, almost threatening, as she leans over me.

Her hands sink into the mattress on either side of my face, her knees pressing firmly against my hips.

«Unfortunately, because of my royal rank, my father has strictly ordered me to consort only with vampires he selects—nobles from politically useful families. Yet it seems he still hasn’t found anyone worthy of uniting with me. As if that wasn’t enough, that old dog Dorje disgusts me just by existing—flabby, pathetic, utterly impotent. During the Bonding Ritual I even vomited after spending two hours stuck naked to him. The only reason I chose him as my familiar was his strength. But you... you’re definitely handsome, and still in the bloom of youth...»

So basically... she can’t have sex until her father finds someone to marry her?

That finally explains why her room is overflowing with sex toys...

Her body leans closer.

Her hardened nipples brush against my chest.

I jolt.

My breathing turns heavy and uneven.

My whole body shakes harder and harder, cold sweat soaking my skin.