My Horny Stepmom Turns Me into Her Vampire Slave-Chapter 34: A vampire’s rough daily life with three women

Chapter 34: A vampire’s rough daily life with three women

"Hand me that grocery bag," Isabelle tells Chris.

They’re in the kitchen unpacking supplies from their short vacation. Mia and Zaira are cleaning trash off the beach, brought in by the waves.

Chris does it right away — he looks like a surgical assistant in an operating room.

He hands her the bag of produce, and Isabelle starts arranging it one by one.

First the apples, then the onions. When she picks up a large zucchini, she hesitates.

She stares at it with a lewd look, then gives Chris a suggestive glance.

"This reminds me of your cock. I think I’ll set it aside."

Then she puts it in her bag.

A shiver runs through Chris as he realizes what she plans to do with that vegetable.

Damn, that woman is insatiable... I wonder how she managed those five years of abstinence before turning me into her sex slave...

She picks up another zucchini, just as long and thick. She examines it carefully, turning it between her fingers.

"Okay, we can eat this one."

She glances at Chris again, this time with a more threatening look.

"You know a vampire’s strength depends on how powerful their Sanguis energy is? And that their senses sharpen the same way?"

The question catches him off guard — it seems completely out of place.

"Y-Yes, you’ve told me that a thousand times since you turned me... but what does it have to do with anything now?"

"Oh, nothing. I just wanted to remind you — because you can’t see me doesn’t mean I can’t see you."

"I-I don’t know what you mean," he stammers.

But he understands perfectly well.

"Nothing happened between you and Zaira while you were out in the water, right, my slave?"

"N-No, absolutely not. We just... uh, talked. You know, Zaira and I only recently started getting along, and we have a lot to talk about..."

Isabelle stares at him with the look of someone who knows he’s lying.

"I hope so, for your sake. I gave you permission to play with her, not to do anything else. Don’t misunderstand that freedom or take advantage of it. Otherwise..."

Crack!

Isabelle snaps the zucchini in two.

No words are needed — the message is perfectly clear to Chris.

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"Damn, Chris, you’re eighteen and you can’t even make a bed!" Zaira grumbles.

Their job is to clean all eight bedrooms in the villa. They’ve been at it for over an hour, but thanks to Chris’s clumsiness, they’re still on the second.

And to think Isabelle said this was supposed to be a day of relaxation... for her, I guess!

"I can do it — you’re the one with that weird way of making the bed! Like we’re designing a shuttle!"

"Shut up and help me. Take this sheet — we need to fold it."

Chris holds one side of the sheet tight, Zaira the other. She steps closer to fold it in half, and when they’re just a step apart...

"Z-Zaira... what the hell are you doing?!"

With quick movements, she wraps the sheet around Chris, rolling him up from head to toe like a big cigar. Only the area from his lower abdomen to above his knees is left uncovered.

"Working with someone as incompetent as you is exhausting — I need an energy drink."

"A-And what does that have to do with mummifying me?"

A mischievous smile spreads across Zaira’s face.

"Because you are my energy drink, my stud."

She pulls his shorts down to mid-thigh, then his underwear. His soft dick hangs in front of her.

"Wow... your beast is huge even when soft! But like this it’s useless — I have to shake it to get my energy!"

His cock hardens as soon as her fingers close around it, growing even harder as she starts stroking him vigorously.

"We’ve got a lot of work to do, so try to come quickly, okay?"

"Stop, if Isabelle finds out I’m dead!" Chris hisses, but Zaira acts like she doesn’t hear him.

Once it’s hard enough, she starts jerking him with both hands, licking his glans like a lollipop.

She stays there, mouth open just a breath from his tip, eagerly waiting for him to come — like a farmer milking a cow, ready to drink.

"Are you going to come or what? I can’t stay here all day with your dick in my hands! I mean, I’d love to... but we’ve got things to do, so hurry up and cum in my mouth!"

"I-It’s not my fault... you already made me come in the sea an hour ago, and now it takes time — I’m not a robot that sprays on command!"

"Alright then, I’ll use harsher methods!"

Zaira’s eyes glow violet, and a moment later Chris’s do too.

Now, the one bent over him is no longer Zaira... but Mia. She’s completely naked, her hair loose, her expression pleading and excited.

It’s an illusion created by Zaira, using the succubi specialty — Charming Magic. An ability that lets her manipulate the mind of anyone attracted to her, creating hallucinations and even controlling their movements.

Zaira has seen Mia naked countless times, letting her recreate a perfectly accurate image of her in Chris’s mind.

"P-Please, my brother... fill me with your sperm... spray it into my mouth, every last drop..."

The way Zaira perfectly recreates not just Mia’s body, but also her sweet, clumsy way of speaking quickly pushes Chris over the edge.

His seed bursts into Zaira’s mouth, and the illusion vanishes instantly. Kneeling in front of him, Zaira licks her lips with gusto.

"Aaaaah... freshly milked vampire milk is so delicious."

"W-What the hell just happened...?" Chris murmurs, still shaken.

"You liked it, huh? Let’s see if you still dare say you feel nothing for Mia! I’ll explain it while we work. Now move — or Isabelle’s going to get seriously pissed if we don’t finish in time."

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"Chris, how long are you going to take with those onions? You just have to cut them, it’s not hard!" Mia grumbles.

She’s whisking in a bowl, making homemade mayonnaise.

"I know it’s not hard, but... I can’t see anything!"

He says it with tears streaming down his face, his eyes so swollen he can’t even keep them open. He’s never cried this much in his life.

They’ve been cooking for half an hour, and the whole time he’s done nothing but sneak glances at her. But now, with his eyes burning, he can’t do it anymore.

Zaira’s illusion is still fresh in his mind, even after hours — and on top of that, she’s only wearing a swimsuit with a semi-transparent pareo.

It’s normal on a tropical island, but Chris isn’t used to seeing her so uncovered.

Mia sighs, exasperated.

"At this rate we’ll be eating cheeseburgers for breakfast! You whip the mayonnaise, I’ll handle the onions."

"O-Okay, I’ll try..."

Now he’s the one whisking, but he’s a bit too rough with it...

"D-Damn it, Chris, go easy! You got mayonnaise all over me!"

"S-Sorry, Mia, I’ll fix it right away!"

Chris feels along the kitchen counter until he finds a damp cloth. Still half-blind, he staggers toward Mia and starts wiping her at random.

He means well, not even realizing what that soft thing he’s rubbing actually is.

But when he finally manages to open his eyes enough to see, he freezes.

Mia stands frozen in front of him, her face red as if burned, thick whitish liquid dripping down it. It’s mayonnaise, but for a brief moment Chris’s mind jumps to far more obscene thoughts.

But that’s not all.

The cloth he’s holding is pressed tightly against her breasts.

"C-Chris..." she hisses, caught between embarrassment, anger, and something else she refuses to accept.

"S-Sorry, Mia, it was an accident! I... didn’t mean—"

Slap!

Her five fingers slam into his face hard enough to leave a clear imprint.

"Y-You damned pervert... GET AWAY!"