Chapter 53 : Chapter 53
Chapter 53 : You Like This Version of Yourself, Right?
To be clear, Eve was not hesitating about whether to continue. The matter itself was not a burden — she had merely noticed movement outside the door.
Someone was outside. She had just intended to speak again to warn Vivian, hoping to stop her from going down the wrong path while there was still time.
Before she could organize her words, Vivian impatiently urged again, “What are you dawdling for? Hurry up!”
“......”
“You are use—mm!”
Before Vivian could finish speaking, she was forced to let out a soft cry. The kneading sensation from her leg made her body go weak, and she collapsed back down again.
“Ugh… lighter, you idiot!”
“Young Miss, I am already being very gentle. I suggest you keep your voice down.”
“Tch, are you ordering me?!” Vivian could not swallow the indignation and tried to prop herself up again.
Eve kindly freed one hand and supported the girl’s waist — instantly touching another unexplored softness through the fabric.
“Mm—ah~”
Vivian stiffened as if electrocuted, unable to rise again. With a faint fragrance unique to her, her petite body melted completely.
The soft sound made Eve forget to think for a moment. Her eyes widened slightly, as though she had discovered a new continent.
Interesting.
“Let go! You vulgar thing! I did not allow you to touch there!”
“......”
“S-stop… that place is sensitive… mm… stop…”
“......”
“I will kill you… mm… I definitely… will kill you…” Unable to exert strength, Vivian could only babble instinctively. “W-waa… I will kill everyone closest to you… mm…”
Eve had already sunk into it, both hands moving with great authority. Watching Vivian’s embarrassed, resentful face and listening to her powerless insults—
It was strangely delightful…
Indulging herself without restraint felt far more vivid than slaughtering three opponents alone. Even splattering blood could not compare to the girl’s muffled sounds.
...
About ten minutes later, Eve finally stopped moving her hands.
Logically speaking, this was about enough. If she continued, once the Young Miss recovered, she would certainly explode and settle accounts afterward.
In reality, however, the problem was not fear — at first Vivian had contributed enthusiastically to the atmosphere with her reactions.
But later she lay limp like a lifeless fish, barely responding except for occasional reflexive tremors.
In short, no fun in that.
After recovering, the first thing Vivian did was glare fiercely at Eve, already imagining pinning her down and beating her.
After the devastating attack on her sensitive spots, her already delicate face was flushed an even deeper red.
She exhaled heated breath toward Eve.
“What? Not continuing? Afraid? Cowardly now?”
“Were you not impressive just now? Did you not want to treat me roughly? Why stop? Finally considering the consequences?”
Every sentence was extreme sarcasm — and a stubborn declaration from someone who had lost but refused to admit defeat.
“For your sake, Young Miss, I believe this is sufficient.”
“For my sake? If it were for my sake you should let me enjoy it, you idiot!” Vivian shifted her leg and rubbed again.
As expected, there was no reaction. She cursed inwardly — this person was truly a block of wood.
But after a second thought… Vivian suddenly laughed repeatedly, warm breaths escaping, her flushed face extremely alluring.
Only alluring — not tempting to a Vampire.
“You really like it, do you not?”
“What does Young Miss mean?”
“Do not pretend!” Vivian vented her frustration on Eve’s face, roughly kneading it in retaliation. “Admit it — you enjoy playing with my body, right?”
“Did defiling me excite you? Say it, say you liked it.”
“Do not keep that stiff face — react!”
Eve did not resist, allowing the rough treatment as her cheeks were pulled. Her muffled voice replied, “Young… Miss… you need to calm down.”
“I am calm. I have never been calmer!”
In truth, she was not wrong. From beginning to end, Vivian’s goal had always been clear — at most she was somewhat carried away, laughing a bit madly, something she had never shown before.
Soon she realized the target of change had been wrong. It should have been Eve — why had she herself changed instead?
No, that was not right…
In two and a half seconds, Vivian successfully “calmed down.” Reason returned to the high ground, and she released her hands, straightening under Eve’s steady gaze.
Looking down from above, she displayed the bearing of a daughter of the Hatherin Family — her change of expression was astonishingly quick.
At least that was what a certain white-haired maid thought.
“Until I see a willing attitude, your resistance to force is truly irritating.”
“Hmm… in that case, let me think…” She stretched her neck, red hair swaying, quickly finding an answer.
“Although using gentleness has never been my style — congratulations, Eve. You succeeded.”
“I do not understand.”
“It is fine. We have plenty of time. Let us begin with the first step…”
Eve blinked and interrupted at an inappropriate moment, “Would it not be better to stand up first?”
“Tch, is it difficult for you that I am sitting on you?! Or do you dislike it?!”
“You misunderstand, Young Miss. I mean it harms your image.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Eve felt the thighs clamped around her waist tighten again. Meeting Vivian’s firm gaze, she decided to let her be.
She wanted to see what this little creature would attempt. Whatever it was, she was confident she could handle it.
She simply did not expect her to say—
“I will be direct. I do not dislike this kind of contact. You may interpret it as… permission for you to have such thoughts and act on them,” Vivian said clearly, then abruptly shifted the target back to Eve. “However…”
“You must also admit to me that you liked it — and want another time, even more. Simple enough, is it not?”
Vivian raised an eyebrow and waited.
As time passed, her patience wore thin, and she nearly raised her hand to slap that face—
“I like it.”
“Huh?”