«Wake up, Rennie! Come on, wake up!»
Isabelle Valakys, thirty-five years old, kneels on Ren Volkom's bed. Her hands press into the mattress as she leans toward him.
Her boobs, squeezed between her arms, look even bigger than usual.
The soft light of dawn filters through the closed shutters, casting shadows and highlights across her curves.
Her body looks even more sensual in the dim light.
From below, Ren struggles to see her face, hidden by the sheer volume of her chest and her long bordeaux hair.
Isabelle used to work as a housekeeper at Ren's family castle.
Six months ago, a tragedy forced them to abandon their homeland—the kingdom of Mildelar, in the world of N'reath—and flee across Europe.
Just a few days ago, they settled in a small village in Northern Italy, at the foot of the Alps.
It seemed like the perfect place to start over, far from the threats chasing them.
Or at least, that's what they hope.
«Isabelle, I'm almost sixteen! Stop calling me Rennie!» the boy grumbles sleepily. «And put some clothes on!»
Right now, Isabelle is wearing only white lace lingerie.
It leaves almost nothing to the imagination.
Ren's face turns red with embarrassment, and he struggles to hide it.
«There are men who would sell their soul to the Demon God just to be woken up by a beautiful woman like me,» Isabelle mutters.
«It's really true what they say in Italy: those who have bread have no teeth,»
She pouts. «I've taken care of you since you were born, and yet you still haven't made me your familiar. How ungrateful!»
«Still with that story?» Ren mutters. «It's true you're not my mother, but you raised me like one.»
He looks away. «Making you my familiar would be... weird.»
«Spending all these months in the human world is making you sound like one of them. Anyone would doubt you're even a vampire prince.» Isabelle says.
She leans closer, stretching her sensual body over Ren's.
«Rennie, you still remember why we came to this world, right?» Isabelle asks, her voice low.
«To grow stronger by gathering as many familiars as I can. To destroy the Dulcar traitors and take back my rightful place on the throne. Do you really think I've forgotten?»
His eyes turn glassy.
His voice shakes, full of anger and pain.
That night still haunts him—the night he lost everything.
«Then get up already, you lazybones!» Isabelle snaps, tugging his arm. «You can't be late on your first day of school!»
She grins playfully. «You know... if you don't get out of bed right now... I'll kiss you!»
After saying that, she slightly parts her lips.
Slowly, she leans in, bringing them closer to Ren's.
«Fine, I'm getting up! Quit it already!»
It takes Ren a few seconds to realize what she just said.
As the words sink in, he suddenly jumps out of bed.
«Wait—my first... WHAT?! I'm the prince of vampires! I have no intention of going to a human school!»
He points at her. «You're the one who said I should focus on recruiting familiars! So why waste time with this?!»
«At school, you'll meet tons of boys and girls. You'll make friends, earn their trust, and slowly turn them into your servants. It'll take time, yes... but it's a lot more effective than everything we've tried so far. Especially since you're still stuck at zero familiars...»
«And what am I supposed to do? Walk up to some random human and say: Hey, I'm the prince of vampires, want to form a blood bond with me and become my familiar?» Isabelle smiles at him mockingly.
«Exactly.»
«I still wonder how my father ever hired you to work at the royal castle...»
Isabelle puffs out her chest and lifts her chin proudly.
«Because I'm the most powerful and charming vampire that exists?»
Ren sighs in resignation.
«You're certainly not the most modest one...»