Chapter 67: New life in Ja...?
"It’s all over... right, Isabelle...?" Chris murmurs as he opens his eyes.
He wakes after three days of uninterrupted sleep in a bedroom he has never seen before.
"Yes, it’s all over, Chris," she reassures him, sitting beside him on the mattress, gently stroking his head.
"W-Where are we...?"
"Unfortunately, our home is no longer habitable. But the man I work for as a cleaner was kind enough to host us in your villa, at least until all of you recovered. You were the only one still missing, so soon we’ll have to find a new place to stay."
"Does that mean... Mia, Zaira and Brianne are okay?"
Isabelle nods.
"Mia and Zaira woke up yesterday. Your friend Monster Slayer was taken by HESPARC right after the clash."
"T-Thank goodness... so now, where are we going...?"
"As far as possible from here — that’s for sure. Brianne’s mother, Britney Lance, is a general in HESPARC U.S. When she rushed to get her daughter, she made it pretty clear our presence here is no longer welcome."
"I guess it’s because of the mess Levreeshka caused, right...?"
"Yeah. Luckily they can’t prove that disaster was caused by Princess Mia’s presence, even if the higher-ups suspect it. Either way, the sooner we leave, the better. While you were asleep these past few days, I took the chance to look for a new job — security for a multinational. Not bad, huh?"
"Well, definitely something that suits you better. So we’re moving abroad? Where?"
"It’s a surprise."
"I hope it’s not some rundown place in the middle of nowhere. Anyway..."
Chris hesitates for a moment, gathering the courage before speaking.
"...y-you saw with your own eyes that I managed to awaken my Innatus, so... well... you promised me something..."
Isabelle flashes a mischievous smile.
"Of course, my little horny slave, I haven’t forgotten. But you know, the owner of this house has cameras everywhere — there’s probably someone watching us right now..."
Her hand slips under the sheets and closes around his cock, hardening instantly.
"...but if you don’t mind, I can give you your reward right now..."
"N-No, better not — I don’t want some pervert jerking off while watching you naked!"
"Oh, how jealous my little slave is. You know, I love possessive and jealous men. And hearing you talk like that is turning me on like crazy..."
As she says it, she starts discreetly masturbating him under the covers.
"O-Of course it would bother me! We’re... I mean, we’re... whatever we are... I don’t really know what exactly, but we’re something... and besides, I’m still not fully recovered, and I don’t want to waste the reward you promised me. I’ll wait until we’re at the new place."
"Yeah, that sounds like the best way to break in my new bed and start our new adventure in Ja... oops, I was about to ruin the surprise."
"In Ja...maica?!"
"Well... almost."
"I’ve got a bad feeling about this... anyway, during the fight with Levreeshka, I heard you mention a certain special squad called Crimson Requiem... what exactly is it?"
As he says this, he bites his lip in pleasure while Isabelle’s clenched fist vigorously works the head of his cock. His hand instinctively moves toward her legs, and his fingers sink between her thighs beneath the skirt of her maid uniform.
Her pussy is soaking wet, and he immediately slips his fingers inside, returning the favor.
"Ah, the Crimson Requiem..."
Isabelle suddenly grows serious despite the pleasure.
"It’s a squad made up of five elite vampires, all possessing an Innatus, and whose strength is second only to that of the four generals of the Scarlet Army. As you may have gathered from the conversation between Levreeshka and me, the Scarlet Army is confined exclusively to Elyndra, while the Crimson Requiem is deployed for operations on other worlds."
"S-So... you’re saying that sooner or later we might be hunted by five vampires almost as strong as Levreeshka?!"
"Honestly, it’s a real mystery how that hasn’t happened yet. They’re probably busy with something even more important than retrieving Mia’s divine artifact, but I’m afraid it’s only a matter of time now. Markus Dulcar has never been a patient man, and Levreeshka’s failure might be the straw that breaks the camel’s back..."
"Then I’ll be ready when the time comes! Now that I’ve finally figured out how to awaken my Innatus, I’ll finally be able to help protect Mia properly!"
"And I’m truly happy about that."
"Anyway, speaking of Mia... before you arrived... she transformed into something terrifying! It wasn’t her usual mood swing. She grew wings, and then she was about to kill me and Zaira—"
"I already know," she interrupts him. "Unfortunately, that idiot sister of yours did something I warned her a million times not to do, and this is what happened. The power contained in the Tear of Azkarith comes from Azkarith himself. It’s not a remnant of his power — it’s his very spirit sealed within the stone, granting its powers to whoever uses the divine artifact. Abusing that power causes her usual mood shifts, but drawing more power than the body can handle allows Azkarith’s spirit to take control. And at that point... well, you saw with your own eyes what happens. I was really pissed off at her, but it seems she’s learned her lesson now. Believe me, in that moment she was more terrified than any of you were."
Isabelle suddenly stops jerking Chris off and shoots him an annoyed glare.
"Hey... why the hell did your dick suddenly go soft?! What, you don’t like me anymore or something?!"
"Quit the bullshit! It’s just that talking about certain things isn’t exactly the most exciting thing in the world!"
"You’ve got a point. Well then, we’ll leave the explanations for later. For now, just focus on enjoying your well-earned rest and let your mistress give you a little taste of the reward waiting for you."
Then, Isabelle slips her head under the covers. He instantly hardens again as soon as he feels her lips wrap around it.
A wave of pleasure and relief overwhelms Chris’s body, still aching from the brutal blows he took and from the immense strain of fighting for so long and keeping his Innatus active.
Watching the cameras, the villa’s surveillance operator — unaware of who Isabelle really is — sees the sheet over Chris rise and fall with the movement of her head underneath. After a few minutes, the platinum-haired woman slips out and licks her lips, satisfied, white rivulets trailing from the corners of her mouth.
"That woman must work for some next-level cleaning agency if they offer stuff like that too. I gotta ask the boss for a raise — then I can afford one who cleans the house and sucks my guests’ dicks. I’d make a great impression with my friends!"