I Shall Cuck Everyone

"Yes, father. That person is trying to hide their Ki, but I can still sense the wild aura surrounding them. I wonder who it is," Maxwell replied as he continued walking with Galak.

"That presence is a monster, Maxwell. I can feel it in my bones— it's neither human nor vampire. Could that be a god?" Galak muttered low, so only Maxwell could hear.

"I am not certain, father. Most gods I've encountered don't even know what Ki is, since they have no need for it. That person is something else entirely. Honestly, much mystery surrounds that vampire dude. Even his knight is strong. He doesn't seem to control his Ki, which means he probably fights with only his blood power like Alphonso, since every vampire Royal Knight possesses special blood powers. If he ever learned to wield Ki, he could be a god slayer," Maxwell said, his expression blank.

Galak was taken aback. It was the fourth time Maxwell praised one of Jake's allies, proof enough he wasn't bluffing, since Maxwell was not someone to be easily impressed.

"I see… then I suppose I made the best decision forming a pact, right?" Galak asked.

"Yes, father," Maxwell answered, shocking him further.

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After Galak left, the party still lingered, though the paparazzis and broadcasters had already been dismissed. What remained was more like a royal banquet with the vampire lords. Strangely, they seemed livelier after the Dhampirs departed, a clear sign of the ancient animosity between the two races.

"Umm, darling…" Zamira suddenly called in a sultry voice while still inside the hall.

"What is it?"

"Your tone is too harsh. Did you forget I'm pregnant?" Zamira pouted, making me sigh.

"How may I help you, my lady?" I answered with noble etiquette.

"Well, you didn't say anything about my nails. Do you like them?" Zamira asked. I glanced at her nails, longer and sharper than even a vampire's usual claws. If an average human saw them, they would soil themselves.

"They are beautiful. Still, trimming them would make them even lovelier," I replied, watching her expression turn displeased. Here we go…

"You could have just appreciated them. Since when do vampires trim their nails?"

"I… I was only saying."

"Hmph. Lies. You've taken a liking to human nails," Zamira accused, making me sigh in defeat. She wasn't wrong. Though vampire nails were alluring to our kind, the scratches we suffered during mating or intimacy were far from pleasant. Even if they healed quickly, the pain was real.

Hours later, the banquet ended, and I returned to my residence with Zamira. Inside, I found Amber tapping her foot repeatedly against the floor.

"How do you plan on compensating me for standing guard on that tower for hours? Do you know how lonely I was?" Amber demanded. I sat across from her with a smile.

"I'll compensate you with my dick—"

BAM!

A sharp blow landed on my head before I could finish, swelling the spot instantly.

"Why?!"

"Is fucking the only thing inside that skull of yours?"

"Then what do you want?" I asked.

"I… want money. I need money. There are so many cool things I want to buy, but I can't afford them. You're such a stingy husband," Amber grumbled.

"You call me your husband now? I thought you didn't like it when I said that? Besides, you could have met my P.A for money," I teased.

"S-Should I call you my fuck mate then? I mean, we literally did the nasty vampire blood ritual, and you even gave me this strange tattoo below my abdomen," Amber shot back.

"I was just teasing, wifey," I replied.

"Wait, when did you two do the blood ritual? Seems like a lot happened while I was gone," Zamira chimed in.

"You're not observant. I've been watching them. They've been screwing like rabbits. Amber really is a sex maniac if you ask me. Even I wouldn't want to get fucked the way she lets Jake fuck her. Imagine getting railed with Ki, heh. Those two are a different breed," Zagrath suddenly boomed, and we looked up to see her hanging upside down from the ceiling.

It was one of the oldest vampire tricks. Vampires who don't trim their nails often can hang upside down, using their claws as hooks. It also works as an ambush tactic, using wings to cover oneself and conceal presence.

Zagrath dropped to the floor, puckering her lips. "I saw everything… I'd have sworn Amber was already pregnant if I didn't know better," she added.

For the first time, Amber's face flushed red with embarrassment. The proud Valkyrie never imagined she'd be teased like this.

"So, you two really have been busy behind closed doors. Who performed the marriage ritual?" Zamira asked, pouting.

"Ophelia herself, the witches' matriarch. Not only that, I found out Ophelia's pregnant. I overheard her talking about it," Zagrath revealed.

I froze. Shocked. Bewildered. Stunned at how Zagrath knew everything. It was true Ophelia told me she was pregnant, but I hadn't told anyone yet.

"Y-You mean he got Zella's mom pregnant too?" Zamira asked, shocked.

"Yes," Zagrath confirmed, biting into an apple.

"Look, I planned to tell you all. I was just waiting for the right time," I explained, but none of my wives looked angry. They were only surprised, making fun of me.

"You really do stick your dick anywhere. One thing I'm proud of my husband for is that he hasn't gotten the maids pregnant," Zamira said.

"Who told you that? There's a weak human who's pregnant with husband's child. She's back on Earth with the others. She could be killed with a flick of a finger. And there's another weak subclass, but I suppose husband has his reasons for keeping them," Zagrath said, taking another bite.

"Isn't my future grim? He'll probably have fifty kids before I even plan to give him one," Amber chuckled.

"Amber, how do you know all this?" I asked, completely speechless. For the first time, I was in a tight spot. Even mind-reading didn't work on Zagrath. Whenever I tried, it was like she sensed it and blocked me.

"I have my ways, husband. Do you really expect me to tell you just like that, hehe? Like I said a few days ago—if you want to know how I get my information, redo the ritual and upgrade me from mistress to wife," Zagrath demanded.

Her words made me smirk. Though there wasn't much difference between a wife and mistress contract, Zagrath insisted on becoming a wife instead.

"I also have a few terms to give you before I decide to upgrade you to wife status," I said, a crude smile spreading across my face.