Reincarnated Femboy Vampire, with Max Survivability Stats

Yuki returned home after a long day of work. He had parted ways with Vee earlier to finish up a few errands around the city, but everything was finally wrapped up, and the weekend had officially begun.

Stepping inside, Yuki let out a deep yawn and stretched his sore arms above his head. He walked over to the living room sofa and tossed his bag onto the cushions, deciding he would deal with putting it away later.

Making his way upstairs, he shed his clothes and stepped into the bathroom. He twisted the shower faucet, letting the warm water cascade over his body as he leaned his head back against the tile.

Halfway through his shower, he heard the soft click of the door opening.

"Vee?" Yuki called out, turning around to see who it was.

He could usually identify anyone approaching with his heightened senses, but since this was a new house and he had spent most of his time here recovering, he hadn’t fully memorized the rhythm of everyone’s footsteps yet.

"Sorry," Ember said nervously, peeking into the room. "I didn’t know you were home."

"It’s fine," Yuki replied, wiping water from his eyes. "Do you need something?"

"Umm... can I have that body gel stuff you use? The one that makes your skin soft and sweet-smelling?"

"Yes... but you’re describing a lot of things that are gel-based and do those exact things."

"Oh. Well... um, the one for bathing and for hair."

Yuki blinked. "Still doesn’t narrow it down at all."

"Oh."

"Go into the storage warehouse and look in the blue cupboard marked with a rose," Yuki instructed patiently. "Read the labels carefully and pick one of each that you like."

"Really?" Her face lit up.

"Yes."

"Thanks a lot, old man!" she said cheerfully, turning on her heel and skipping out.

Yuki stood under the stream for a second, his mouth slightly agape. "...Old man? I know I’m not a teenager anymore, but ’old man’ is a bit much."

Finishing up, Yuki dried off, slipped into a light pair of pants, and headed downstairs to fix himself a quick late-night snack. As he walked toward the kitchen, he heard soft footsteps creeping up behind him.

Before he could turn around, Yuki felt the full weight of Vee’s chest press firmly against his bare back, her hard nipples digging into his skin.

Startled by the sudden, intimate sensation, Yuki let out a cute little squeal.

Before his brain could fully process what was happening, Vee placed both hands onto the sides of his torso. Her fingers slid slowly downward over his stomach, traveling toward his inner thighs. She gripped his legs firmly, pulling his hips back flat against her front.

Sniff... sniff.

"You smell sweet," Vee whispered directly into his ear.

"I... I just showered. That’s why," Yuki stammered, his face instantly flushing hot.

"I know," she purred.

She licked a slow, wet line up the side of his neck, before lightly sinking her teeth into his skin.

Yuki let out a soft whimper, his tail wrapping gently around her right leg. "Vee... we shouldn’t do this in the living room," he muffled out, his voice shaking as her soft lips and warm tongue continued to trace the sensitive column of his throat.

She slowly lifted her head from his neck and released her grip on his waist.

"Yuki," Vee spoke softly, walking around to face him directly.

"Hmm?"

"You need to relax a bit," she said, looking into his eyes. "You’re too stressed. You’re far too tense."

"I... I can’t," Yuki whispered, staring at the floorboards. "Not after everything."

"You are no less of a person just because you show fewer emotions, or because you process trauma differently than the people around you."

"But I feel like I’m moving on too fast," Yuki admitted, his voice cracking slightly. "Like I’m just forgetting what happened..."

"Accepting what happened and making peace with it isn’t forgetting," Vee said firmly, her voice softening with tenderness. "You don’t have to cry. You don’t have to break down every single day for months on end just to let it pass. You’re a person, Yuki. Everyone handles things differently."

"...Vee," Yuki asked nervously, looking up at her. "Do you think I’m weird? Or crazy?"

"Yes to both," she answered without hesitation. "We’ve had this conversation before, and every single time, I will give you the same answer. You are a complete weirdo, and you just need to accept it. I love you exactly the way you are." She paused, a playful, devilish smirk spreading across her lips. "Now... be a doll for me, dear, and go lie down on the sofa. And make sure to keep quiet—I don’t want to disturb Kasumi’s sleep."

Yuki froze, his face turning bright crimson as his brain completely short-circuited. She wants me to do WHAT?!

"Are you seriously flustered because of that?" Vee teased, tilting her head. "What happened to all that big talk you had back in the tunnels?"

"N-Nothing happened! It’s just... we aren’t alone here, and I can’t really get into it with the possibility that—"

"Since when did you ever care about that kind of stuff?" Vee interrupted, stepping closer. "Back then when we did it, you literally had Kasumi watching in her system form! What’s wrong now, huh? What about that time with Camilla and Malakai? You didn’t mind fucking me silly back then, so what’s the hold-up now?"

Yuki stood there, completely at a loss for words at the absolute absurdity of her counter-argument. She was right about him—and yet so wrong in so many ways.

"You know, ever since you stopped being ’dumb,’ you’ve actually been very stupid," Vee continued, placing her hands on her hips to look serious. "You should go back to living life like an idiot. Live like the degenerate you truly are."

Try as he might, Yuki could not take her lecturing seriously—not while her huge, bare breasts bounced with every emphatic word she spoke.

"What are you staring at?" Vee demanded, narrowing her eyes. "Are you even listening to me?"

"Uh... yeah. Yeah, I am."

"..."

"Tsk! See? This is exactly what I’m talking about!" Vee groaned, throwing her hands up. "This ’new you’ is so professional it pisses me off! The normal you would have immediately said that you didn’t hear a single word I said because you were too busy watching my huge rack bounce!"

"...True," Yuki admitted with a small, sheepish grin. "I definitely would have said something like that."

"What do you mean ’would have’?! Sigh... I just can’t with you. Normally, seeing me completely naked like this would have made you say something outrageously horny and start licking my neck and chest."

Yuki’s smile faded, replaced by a dark, heavy shadow across his eyes.

"I feel like I’m losing my mind, Vee," Yuki whispered, his voice trembling as he grounded out the words. "I’m too accepting of pain and death. Iron and Nyquella died. The elite knights got ripped apart right in front of me, and I was just... fine. An entire forward camp fell, and I watched the last survivors give up all hope, and I was completely fine with it. I had already accepted that they were going to die, and that there was nothing I could do."

He clenched his fists so hard his knuckles turned white.

"I’ve accepted everything as it is," he choked out, tears finally brimming in his eyes. "Anyone could die. I could be attacked and killed at any second. Everyone I know... everyone I’ve ever seen... my brain has already mapped out their deaths. I’ve already accepted it, grieved for them, and moved on before it even happens! It’s... it’s not something normal people do!"

The room fell dead silent. The two of them stood motionless in the dim light before Vee stepped forward, closing the distance between them.

"Like I said before," Vee whispered, her voice overflowing with gentle, unconditional warmth as she wrapped her arms around his waist. "You are not normal. And you don’t need to be. We all love you exactly the way you are."

Yuki squeezed his eyes shut, wrapping his arms tightly around her back and burying his face into her shoulder. He let out a deep, heavy breath he felt like he’d been holding for months.

"I like being dumb," Yuki dry-chuckled bitterly into her skin.

"Then be as dumb as you want to be," Vee replied softly, stroking the back of his hair.

Yuki pulled back slightly, his emerald eyes locking onto hers with a sudden, intense flicker. "Well... let’s get to what you wanted to do first."

"Are you sure—?! EEEP?! Yuki!"

"Up you go," he grunted, lifting her effortless body into his arms.

Yuki walked over to the nearby dining table and laid her flat on her stomach across the smooth wood.

"Hey, Yuki, let me calm down now—NNNAAHHH~!" Vee gasped, her head snapping back. "God... don’t stick your tongue in so deep~!"

Vee buried her face in her hands, desperately trying to stifle her loud, needy moans, but it was useless. Yuki had a mountain of pent-up stress, and he was letting every drop of it out right now.

His thick, eight-inch demon tongue swirled relentlessly deep within her core, driving her insane with pleasure.

"Yuki... slow down a bit, please... you’re making me—nmm, ahh!"

She clenched her fists into the wood and held her breath as Yuki went completely wild between her legs, devouring her intimate warmth until she couldn’t hold back any longer, her body trembling as a powerful orgasm crashed over her.

Before Vee could even catch her breath or regain control, Yuki claimed her like a starving man, driving her to climax several times over the next thirty minutes.

Once she was thoroughly drenched and breathless, Yuki hoisted her off the table, carried her over to the sofa, and sat down, pulling her body over his lap.

Wasting no time, he aligned his broad tip and drove straight inside her.

He gripped her waist tightly, thrusting deep into her wet core, causing Vee to release a loud, desperate squeal of pleasure that echoed off the living room walls. He leaned up, taking her succulent left breast fully into his mouth, greedily licking and biting at her sensitive nipple as she let out breathless, helpless moans.

Yuki pounded into her relentlessly, driving himself as deep into her dripping pussy as physically possible. He had completely let go, allowing his wild instincts to take over as he filled her with all his pent-up love and desperation.

"More... Yuki, please!" Vee begged, her arms wrapping tightly around his head, burying his face deep into her soft, massive cleavage. "Go deeper... until you can’t go anymore!"

Obeying her command, Yuki tightened his grip on her hips and bit down softly into the side of her breast, his small fangs digging in just enough to make her whimper.

He thrust up into her with punishing depth, making her bounce helplessly on his thick cock until both of their bodies locked up in a violent, synchronized climax.

"Huff... huff..." Vee panted heavily a few moments later, her chest heaving as she softly stroked his hair. "You down for another round?"

"Trying to beat our record from last time, huh?" Yuki chuckled raspy against her neck.

In one fluid movement, he lifted her off his lap, flipped her onto her back, and pinned her down against the sofa cushions. Yuki grabbed both of her legs, lifting them up and wrapping them firmly around his waist.

"Hold on tight now, sweetheart," Yuki said, his emerald eyes narrowing with a dark, ravenous heat.