Warning: This chapter contains explicit NSFW content aligned with the novel's central theme of reversed gender roles. If you are uncomfortable with scenes where women take the lead in sexual situations, it is advised to skip this chapter. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
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"The humans are controlled by a Holy Order that worships the Goddess of Lust. Their beliefs are twisted, and their Holy Order is a vicious organization. They hunt other races whenever they get the chance, and let me tell you this, those unfortunate enough to get captured suffer a fate worse than death!"
Her voice trembled, tightening with barely suppressed rage, and her hands clenched into fists at her sides, knuckles pale against her dark skin.
Daniel shuddered slightly; it seemed that humans were quite detested in this world. A cold prickle ran up his spine as the weight of her words settled in.
"They capture our people and treat them as slaves, worse than slaves, especially men… their fates…"
She suddenly paused, realizing that in her anger she might have said something inappropriate to the young master, considering his age, so she stopped.
Her eyes flickered briefly to the floor, her lips pressing together in a tight line.
"Teacher? What about males?"
Daniel frowned and asked, already suspecting why she had stopped. Given their worship of the Goddess of Lust, it wasn't hard to guess what happened to males in a world where women ruled. His stomach churned at the thought, the implications hanging thick in the air between them.
"Nothing. Just remember, young master, never associate yourself with humans or werewolves. They are detestable beings, worse than animals." She spoke sternly, making her message clear. Her voice hardened like steel, the finality of it echoing in the quiet room.
"Alright." He smiled and nodded, playing the polite boy as usual. No one knew what the future held.
The smile didn't quite reach his eyes, but he held it in place, as he always did.
"What about elves, teacher?"
"Hmm, they are a neutral race that rarely associates with others. However, they do seem to hold a hostile opinion towards humans," she replied thoughtfully.
She tilted her head slightly, as if considering the intricacies of elven politics before speaking.
"Not to mention, other than vampires, they are the only race with a high affinity for magic like us."
Daniel nodded. This much, he had expected.
"Well, I think we should wrap up for today. We've had an unexpectedly intense discussion." She stood up.
Daniel quickly rose and saw her off.
He gazed out of the window at the night sky. The vampire lands were always shrouded in darkness; there was never a morning. The sky stretched above him, an endless velvet black, stars barely visible through the thick haze of eternal night. The chill of the windowpane pressed against his hand.
He had heard fairy tales about an old queen who used her omnipotent blood art to make this eternal night possible.
Vampires didn't need sleep. They were all born immortal and had very few needs, but nobles like his family still followed a night routine to keep life interesting and lavish.
It was about time for bed. He got up and instructed the maid to prepare a hot bath. He had developed the habit of bathing before sleeping—a bit unusual at first for the servants, but no one questioned him. Everyone had their own ways.
While the maids prepared his bath, he wandered through the vast mansion, strolling along the silent and dimly lit corridor, where chandeliers and candles provided the only light.
The soft flicker of flames cast shifting shadows along the walls, making the portraits of his ancestors seem to watch him as he passed. The silence was almost oppressive, broken only by the faint echo of his footsteps on the marble floor.
Everything about this world gave him a vintage vibe.
He suddenly stopped when he heard strange noises. Muffled, rhythmic sounds—soft, yet unmistakable—drifted through the stillness, making him halt mid-step.
He looked in the direction of the sound—it was coming from his parents' room!
Daniel approached their room and quietly, very quietly, opened the door. What he saw explained the strange sounds.
'What on earth are they doing…?' His pulse quickened, a strange heat rising to his face.
A feminine-looking man with short platinum hair and a delicate, fragile physique stood there, seeming incapable of lifting anything heavy. Meanwhile, the dark-brown-haired woman beside him had a plump chest and a moderate amount of muscle, as though she had trained to enhance her beauty.
The contrast between them was startling, a study in opposites—the man slight and pale, almost ethereal, while the woman stood over him like a towering force of nature.
The difference in their physiques was staggering. The man looked to be at most 150 cm tall, gazing up at the woman, while the woman, with long bangs covering one eye and her dark brown hair tied back in a ponytail, stood at least 180 cm tall.
The taller woman leaned toward the small platinum-haired man, kissing his neck and rubbing his crotch through his clothes. She still wore his short pants, while the man was clad in a thin, flowing dress that resembled pajamas.
"Haaaang! There…! Not there…! Aah… Ugh! Yes!"
The brown-haired woman's caressing grew more intense, and as her hand rubbed his groin with greater fervor, the platinum-haired man's moans became increasingly seductive.
Daniel's breath hitched, and he instinctively took a step back, yet his eyes stayed glued to the scene, a mix of curiosity and embarrassment swirling inside him.
Not content with being silent, the woman twisted her body, pressing her lips against the man's, fully controlling his coquettish sounds.
"Haah… Whoa… Ermm…"
She devoured his mouth, inserting her tongue and completely taking control of the man's squeaks.
Daniel felt his face heat up and his heart race faster and faster. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the scene—a scene he never could have imagined in his past life, now unfolding right in front of him.
Despite being surrounded by girls, he never took a step further than necessary in his past life as he felt that it was necessary that he remained pure as he expected his wife to be.
The woman and the man explored each other's lips and tongues, hugging and caressing each other until the brown-haired woman slowly lifted the man's loose pajamas, unbuttoning them while also removing her own pants.
Of course, the woman's soft, white calves and thighs were revealed. Shockingly, the man's thighs and calves were just as soft and smooth as the woman's.
Soon after, the man's groin was barely hidden as the tall woman slowly removed his clothes.
Daniel felt blood rush to his head as he heard them exchange words. His mouth felt dry, and he swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how loud his own breathing had become in the stillness of the corridor.
"Are you ready for it?" she asked.
"Yes, make me yours," the man replied in a husky tone.
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