Reincarnated Femboy Vampire, with Max Survivability Stats

Malakai opened the bedroom door and walked in. The moment he did, a pillow came flying toward his face. He raised his left hand, catching it with ease.

He calmly fluffed the pillow before tossing it back onto the bed. "Why are you so angry, my lady?" he asked, smiling smoothly.

"You know exactly why I am mad! Don’t act like you don’t know!" Camilla screamed, tossing another pillow straight at him. "Sometimes in life, you have to change, you asshole! You don’t need to tease me every damn day!"

"Fine, fine. I admit I went too far yesterday and today," he said, stepping closer with a smug grin plastered on his face. "How about I make it up to you?"

"What exactly are you thinking of as proper compensation for my troubles, Malakai?" Camilla asked, placing her hands on her hips.

Malakai’s eyes narrowed dangerously before he suddenly vanished into a shadow. Camilla frowned, watching him disappear.

"Where are you going? Hey, Mal, come back here! I want my compensation!" she pouted, storming off after him.

She pushed past the tinted sliding door and entered the bathroom, stopping to admire the creation. "They make these things out of glass? How many points is Yuki spending on stuff like this?"

Malakai stood inside, looking through a list of items Yuki had placed there for them. "So, Princess, do you want to do this with or without the venom?"

"Venom? Did he make a poison out of his venom?"

"Yes, he did. He has two versions. It says—"

Snatch.

Camilla grabbed the bottle from his hands and drank the entire thing in one gulp. "Hm, it’s sweet."

"What do you want to do with the full-strength version?" Malakai asked, shaking the other bottle.

"Throw it away. I know how his venom works; I will never ingest the full-strength thing. Twenty percent potency is enough for me. Now, take off your shirt. I want to see those abs."

"So, we are going straight into this, hmm?" He stepped closer, slowly lowering his body to her level. "What happened to your pride, Camilla?"

"Pride? Ha!" She chuckled nervously, her face already beet red. "If I worried about my pride with you, I would lose my mind dealing with all your teasing."

Malakai chuckled, wrapping his tail around hers. "As your servant, it is my duty to serve you."

"Cut that crap out. I know exactly what you’re doing. You’re going to act all sorry and then suggest a bunch of embarrassing stuff that is supposed to diminish your pride, but it will only make me more flustered when I do it. Where is the collar and the leash?" Camilla demanded, her words becoming more and more slurred.

Malakai narrowed his golden eyes and stared at her with the most satisfied smile on the planet.

"Why are you looking at me like that? What exactly did—"

"Is something wrong, my lady?" he whispered softly in her ear, before giving her pointed ear a soft nibble.

"....This was your whole plan, wasn’t it?"

"Maybe," he said, shrugging his shoulders.

"So the whole time you knew and just let me go on and on? Was there even any twenty-percent version here in the first place?"

Malakai didn’t answer her. He just continued to stare at her with that incredibly smug, satisfied look.

"The potion wasn’t twenty percent potency, was it?"

"Nope."

"Tsk." Camilla walked over to the shelf, grabbed a bottle of sweet oil, and thrust it at him.

"What’s this for?" he asked knowingly.

"Come on," she said, pulling him back into the bedroom. She sat down on the bed. "Let me see those abs before my body and brain turn into jelly. Also, how long is it before the venom kicks in?"

"Thirty-three seconds."

"Well, move it. Pop that shirt off, pretty boy. Let your master see those muscles."

"Someone’s not very shy today, are we?" Malakai chuckled, lifting his shirt up and pulling it over his head.

"I am your master, and I am getting my compensation—"

Camilla’s voice suddenly faltered. The demanding, authoritative tone she had been trying so hard to maintain dissolved into a soft, breathless gasp.

Right on cue, a deep, heavy warmth bloomed in the pit of her stomach. The heat rapidly traveled from her core outward, flushing through her body and rushing into her skin. Her vision began to blur and her mind turned completely hazy. The toxin was taking full effect. Camilla realized, a little too late, that swallowing the entire bottle without checking the label had been a very stupid idea. That was definitely not twenty percent.

Camilla tried to stabilize herself by leaning back and bracing her hands on the mattress, but it did nothing to slow the onset. Her arms trembled violently under the weight of her body, which was quickly beginning to feel like melted wax. Reaching her limit, Camilla finally gave up, leaning back to lie completely flat on the bed, her breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps.

Malakai hovered over her, his shirt now completely discarded. The golden light of his eyes seemed to glow even brighter in the dimming bedroom as his lips curved into a devastating, triumphant smirk.

"Thirty-one... thirty-two... thirty-three," Malakai counted down in a dark, velvety whisper. He crawled onto the mattress, looming over her like a predator cornering its favorite prey. "Time’s up, my lady. Where did all of that fierce master energy go, hmm?"

"Tsk," Camilla spat, highly annoyed that her plan to dominate him had failed before he had even laid a hand on her. She covered her face with her hands, muttering a string of curses under her breath, which only amused Malakai further.

"Why are you hiding your face, my lady? Did seeing my chest make you—that flustered?" He leaned in closer—so close that his warm breath sent direct shockwaves through her highly sensitive skin. "I know I am a sight to see, but a little muscle shouldn’t make the great Princess falter so quickly."

"Y-You... cheat..." Camilla slurred, her face burning a brilliant crimson. She tried to raise her hands to grab him by the neck and pull him down, but she could barely find the strength to lift her elbows.

"I have no idea what you mean," Malakai chuckled, his tail twitching behind him. "You drank it of your own free will."

Using the last of her strength, Camilla tried to lift her tail to wrap it around his neck, but Malakai was far too quick. Her movements were as slow as a slug compared to his. He easily caught her tail with his own, interlocking them tightly. The moment their tails bound together, a powerful shiver ran through Camilla’s entire body, and a cute, breathless moan escaped her lips. She tried her absolute best to suppress the sound, but the overwhelming sensation was winning.

Malakai placed his large hands on her hips. Slowly and deliberately, he began to slide them up her sides. As his hands moved up her body, he dug his fingers softly into her skin, kneading and massaging her flesh.

Completely overwhelmed by the intense sensation, Camilla let out a loud gasp. She wrapped her arms around his head, pulling him down and burying his face deep into her cleavage.

"Mal... slow down, please... ahh!"

He gripped her shoulders with his large palms and lifted her up. The moment she felt her body leave the bed, she instinctively wrapped her legs tightly around his waist... well as tightly as she could in her jelly state.

Malakai shifted, shimmying his way to the edge of the bed and sitting down. Camilla was pressed flush against his bare chest, her arms and legs still wrapped securely around him.

Bringing his hands back down, Malakai began to meticulously and intricately unstrap her clothing. He took his time, removing her clothes one by one, leaving only her beautiful pink undergarments.

Camilla squirmed in frustration. She wanted him to skip the teasing and get straight to the main course—though, of course, her pride would never let her admit that out loud.