Chapter 114: Beatrix’s Challenge
Getting out of the building, we head to a field close to the house. It’s a field where the neighbourhood kids usually come to play, but today it’s surprisingly empty. Only Beatrix and I stand in this vast stretch of land.
"Hey, pretty boy, are you sure you want to do this?" Beatrix asks with a smile as her hair billows under the intense breeze sweeping across the field.
I don’t say anything and simply let the blood sphere hovering above me split into several smaller blood balls.
Beatrix smiles as well and bites into her hand, drawing blood. A small sphere of blood about the size of a bird’s egg hovers above her.
Suddenly, the blood splits into three, forming three projectiles with sharp, pointed tips that shoot towards me at an alarming speed. I quickly conjure a blood wall, stopping the projectiles, but one manages to break through, hurtling towards me. I duck just in time, yet the blood projectile still carves a deep cut along the side of my belly.
Fuck. You cruel bitch.
I curse under my breath and quickly roll to the side as the blood projectile that shot past me circles back again. Thank goodness I thought fast. Otherwise, I would’ve been impaled by that.
Compared to conventional attacks, blood attacks that swoop past their target remain under the enemy’s control and can easily be used as deadly sneak attacks.
I accelerate the healing of the cut on my belly, and as expected, the wound begins closing rapidly before my eyes. But there’s no time to admire it. Beatrix is already recalling her blood.
I get back up and let my imagination run wild. I turn the shattered blood wall into several arrows and launch them at Beatrix, attacking her from multiple directions.
CHU! CHU! CHU!
The arrows whistle dangerously through the air, filling the field with sharp wheezing sounds. Surprisingly, not a single arrow hits Beatrix as she dodges every one of them while using her tiny blood sphere to intercept the ones she can’t evade.
Her movements are fluid as she performs several backflips and almost impossible maneuvers with every step, making me realize just how difficult it is to land even a single hit on her.
This continues until she destroys all my blood arrows with a single arrow formed from her own blood.
But thanks to her not using spells, I still have control over the blood splattered across the ground around her, so I begin conjuring it again.
This time, I shape the blood into a giant cupped fist that shoots upward at incredible speed towards her chin. Beatrix simply leans her head back, allowing the blood fist to sweep past her face, but I don’t stop there.
I continue the barrage by splitting the blood fist into two smaller fists and controlling them like a rain of punches. Beatrix uses her small blood sphere to form a blood plate above her head, but the plate blocks only one punch while she deals with the second blood fist herself, either swatting it aside with her hands or dodging it entirely.
I’m surprised by how efficiently Beatrix controls the blood plate without even looking at it while simultaneously evading the second fist.
After about two minutes, I begin to feel light-headed, and my control over the blood fists gradually weakens.
"Oh, are you tired already?" Beatrix asks with a mocking smile as she stretches her body.
"I...I feel light-headed all of a sudden," I mutter, clutching my head in surprise at the overwhelming mental drain.
"That’s normal. When you overuse your blood powers, you get light-headed. To be honest, I’m jealous you only feel light-headed after that much output and exertion. Royals really are special. However, you still lack experience, and at this point, I don’t think you have what it takes to get me to spread my legs. Just give up," Beatrix says with a tired expression, but her words only infuriate me.
I immediately send a surprise blood slash at her. The slash is so wide and angled in such a way that she’s unable to dodge it in time. She raises her arm and blocks the strike, leaving a deep gash across it that begins healing at a rapid rate.
However, a deep scowl forms on Beatrix’s face.
"Are you seriously not going to give up?"
"..."
Seeing me remain silent, Beatrix’s scowl deepens. The next moment, she disappears in a flash and reappears right in front of me.
"What the fuck?!" I curse loudly as I try to retreat and create some distance for my blood attacks, but Beatrix is simply too fast.
She claps her hands sharply, and two blood arrows shoot out from her palms, each piercing one of my shoulders. Several blood veins spread through my body from the arrows, causing both of my arms to go completely numb.
Before I can react, Beatrix sends me flying backwards through the blood arrows impaled in my shoulders. I tumble several metres across the field before finally coming to an abrupt stop.
Blood pours from the wounds on my shoulders before Beatrix’s blood crawls out of them, allowing my injuries to begin healing. I look over and see Beatrix walking towards me with a complicated expression. Even though this was supposed to be a match where injuries were inevitable, she looks genuinely worried.
She crouches beside me and leans forward.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah," I reply with a sigh, taking her hand as she helps me to my feet.
"So you’ve been toying with me since the start of the match," I say with a chuckle, dusting the dirt off my pants.
"Fine, you win. I still have a lot to learn," I admit as we begin walking back towards Beatrix’s apartment.
"I envy you. To be able to shape so many things with blood on your first try... not even a normal royal could do that after training blood arts for a year. Now, I’m certain there’s a bigger reason behind your amnesia. I’d advise you not to go anywhere near the Vampire Kingdom or even any vampire settlements," Beatrix says worriedly.
"Thanks for the concern. I’ve thought about it too. That’s why I need to get stronger as soon as possible. Besides, it’s such a shame I won’t get to spread your legs," I say, shaking my head.
Beatrix laughs lightly at my words, pausing midway as if she’d just heard something unbelievably ridiculous for the first time in a long while.
"Pretty boy, you really are crazy. Thinking about spreading my legs even at a time like this. Fine, since you’re my ideal type of man, I’ll give you another chance in the future. If you can beat me, I won’t just spread my legs for you—I will become your woman and even break my no-child rule by having a child for you," she says with a serious expression.
Now it’s my turn to stare back at her in shock, wondering if she’s the one who’s gone crazy.
"You’re going that far? Are you sure there’s something you’re not telling me?" I ask curiously.
"You’re smart. There actually is something I need your help with once you get stronger, but it has nothing to do with my promise. I’ll be waiting for that day," Beatrix answers.
"Hey, why are you talking like this is the last time we’ll see each other?" I ask, pausing to look at Beatrix strangely.
Then she smiles at me.
"What do you think? I’ve already taught you how to use blood arts. Do you want me to baby you next?" Beatrix says with a pout, folding her arms.
"Wait... but I haven’t fully mastered how to use it properly," I say, confused.
"Pfft. Your control is already greater than that of a vampire who’s been practising blood arts for over a year. You’ve always known the basics—that was our agreement. I have nothing left to teach you. If you want to come into my house, you can just say so. But imagine a man and a woman alone in an apartment doing nothing. Since we already have an agreement for you to beat me in the future, let’s not tempt ourselves now," she says, licking the corner of her lips.
"Fine, if you say so, then I’ll take my leave," I say, turning to leave.
"I’ll wait for you for one year. If you don’t come, I’ll search for you myself. Don’t die before then," Beatrix says with a cocky expression.
I chuckle at her words.
"I should be the one saying that to you instead. I’m not the one with a bounty on my head," I say with a smirk and begin walking away, but suddenly Beatrix runs after me as though she’d forgotten something.
"Hey! Jacob, you haven’t given me the remaining balance like we agreed. Or are you not planning to keep your word?" Beatrix says with a fake pitiful expression, leaving me shocked by just how shameless she is.
"Seriously? You didn’t forget about your balance. Anyways, I’ll keep my word and even throw in a little extra for you," I say, and the next moment, five gold coins appear in my hand before I hand them over to Beatrix.
Her eyes widen in shock, and she quickly snatches the money, hiding it away as though someone is watching her.
"Thank you very much, Jacob! This will last me a whole year until I come looking for you," she says excitedly before turning to leave. Halfway there, she looks back, waves at me, and then continues walking away.
Five gold coins are a huge amount of money for ordinary people, even for assassins at her level. But for a skilled pornstar like me, it’s merely a drop in the bucket. Even rookie pornstars aren’t usually that broke, which just goes to show how much money there really is in the porn industry.
The ones who wallow in misery are the unskilled and those who can’t accept the reality of their Class. Nevertheless, not all pornstars are so fortunate. Some are willing to accept reality but are held back by having small penises, forcing them to either star in gay porn and have their asses ripped apart or settle for minor roles like cuckold husbands and other bizarre parts.