It had led to this exact, highly dangerous situation where he now stood face-to-face with a terrifying monarch whom he originally wasn’t supposed to even et until the following year.
But whatever the chaotic cause was, it ultimately worked out for the better.
It prompted him to casually shrug his broad shoulders before calmly replying to the Queen’s accusation.
"Black hair, pink hair, or even shimring silver... what does the color really matter when the exact sa sweet, sticky liquid cos pouring out of their pretty bodies at the end of the night?"
He took a slow step toward Lira. The poor maid’s soft mouth was visibly twitching in sheer embarrassnt and shock.
Even Ytrisia, who had just managed to push herself up onto one knee, froze. Both won had clearly heard the explicit implication, realizing with a sudden jolt that Cruxius was definitely involved with other won they knew absolutely nothing about.
"Hm. Fine. Bring whoever you want to serve you," Evangeline stated coldly, her ruby eyes glaring at Lira with clear disdain. "But be very mindful, boy. You humans carry a strange, potent scent... one that might just lure the other hungry Vampires to you, thinking you are openly offering them a free banquet."
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"Ytrisia, you used to ask what type of woman I’m attracted to?"
Cruxius mused aloud, his dark eyes fixed on the swaying figure of the silver-haired woman walking just ahead of them.
Evangeline seed entirely unbothered by the ruined state of her dark, clinging dress as she led them out of the blood-stained mansion. The sheer fabric hugged the lush curve of her hips with every asured, predatory step she took.
Unlike the blinding speed she had used to arrive, she maintained a slow, agonizingly steady pace. She let the three of them—Cruxius, Ytrisia, and Lira—trail behind her like obedient pets.
"I don’t think this is the right ti," Ytrisia muttered, keeping her voice low. "And why are you bringing up sothing we already buried?"
Her chest heaved slightly against her tight latex suit. She clearly rembered the early days of flirting with this infuriating man, only to be left frustrated and betrayed ti and ti again.
And now, he chose this exact mont to bring up his bedroom preferences. Right while trailing a terrifying stranger who had just casually decapitated a monster Ytrisia herself had struggled to dent.
"Of course it is," Cruxius stated smoothly.
His gaze dragged down the elegant line of Evangeline’s pale spine. In his past life, this was the exact sa woman who had ruthlessly slaughtered Nano.
But later in his conquests, he had uncovered the dark, twisted secret to making this cold Queen spread her legs and lose her mind for him. She had turned into a full-blown, psychopathic yandere, leaving a trail of bodies in his na.
All because he had freed the suppressed alter ego trapped inside that heavy pendant resting between her soft breasts.
It was a simple, brutal history.
To dismantle the royal families from the inside, he had leveraged his status as a Crimson Bearer—a rare blood carrier of the Bloodmoon lineage. It granted him VIP access to a hidden, decadent dinsion reserved solely for their kind.
His original plan was to seduce a powerful female noble, offering his intoxicating blood to thirsty vampire won to forge unbreakable, lust-filled contracts.
Then he t Evangeline.
She had nearly killed him during their first encounter, tossing him aside without a shred of interest. She didn’t crave romance. She wasn’t even tempted by the rich scent of his blood.
That cold indifference made him snap. He had forcefully yanked that shiny pendant right off her pale neck.
She had tried to rip his throat out, furious that his re presence made her feel things.
But breaking the seal unleashed her trapped alter ego—a suppressed side of her that carried all the fatal weaknesses a woman could possess. Blind loyalty. A desperate, wet need for romance.
It was a tidal wave of repressed emotion. Combined with the fact that she had unknowingly been nursing on his blood, the dam simply shattered.
The alter ego, even with her mories fragnted, fell for him hard. She claid him as her personal consort in those early, chaotic days.
He thought he had seized the ultimate prize.
But the honeymoon phase rotted quickly. Her devotion curdled into sothing suffocating and ntally exhausting.
Her dark obsession and borderline-lethal possessiveness beca far too vivid to ignore. She didn’t just want him in her bed; she wanted him chained to it.
The day he finally tried to pack up and leave was the day she dropped the sweet facade. He saw her true, terrifying face.
Everything shattered. His arrogant belief that he could control an apex predator vanished the mont he realized her sheer strength was matched only by her ravenous need to own him body and soul.
He had willingly swan-dived straight into hell.
His only survival tactic was to play along. He distanced himself so subtly she wouldn’t feel the shift.
For months, he kept up the exhausting charade. Indulging her in endless, sweaty ecstasy through the long nights, and serving as her personal, bleeding feast during the day.
Yet, during that grueling routine, he noticed sothing bizarre.
His body wasn’t aging. He wasn’t fatigued or stressed, despite having his veins drained daily.
It took him a while to realize the truth. She wasn’t just treating him as food anymore. During their intimate, ssy sessions, she had been secretly feeding her own immortal blood back into his system.
She was slowly, thodically turning him into a vampire.
Given his already potent human lineage, she couldn’t trigger a full transformation. But she managed to flood his system with a permanent, unnatural physical boost.
"Nothing," Cruxius finally answered aloud, his voice carrying clearly in the quiet air. "I was just trying to say, I think I’ve finally got perfect clarity about what type of woman I really want."
His intentions were crystal clear. He was baiting the apex predator walking just a few feet ahead.
He didn’t want to stroke her ego or show her she was important. He just needed to plant the seed. To make her crave him all over again, hoping she would eventually attempt to pump her intoxicating blood back into his veins.
Though this ti, seducing her would be a much steeper climb. He couldn’t just casually snap the pendant and free the submissive alter ego who might rember their past, sweaty history.
"...."
Ytrisia just stared at him. She blinked slowly, then followed his dark line of sight, landing squarely on the Queen’s swaying backside.
It was a harsh reminder. He was still the exact sa twisted, perverted man. He didn’t care about the feelings of the won already standing right next to him.
She shot a frustrated glance toward Lira.
The pink-haired girl was trudging along in her dusty, frilly maid outfit, looking entirely nonchalant.
It rubbed Ytrisia the wrong way. Once upon a ti, she thought Cruxius was genuinely obsessed with the cute curry shop owner. Now, Lira seed totally numb to whichever gorgeous woman he decided to undress with his eyes.
Either Lira was too traumatized to pay attention, or she simply didn’t care enough to be jealous. It was a submissive complacency Ytrisia simply couldn’t stomach.
"Whatever," Ytrisia muttered, deciding it wasn’t worth the headache. "But didn’t you find her highly suspicious?"
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