I Shall Cuck Everyone

"W-What do you mean?" Zagrath asked, looking bewildered, like I was being unfair.

"Come on, don't give me that look," I sighed.

"But you are being unfair!"

"At least hear me out first," I said.

"Alright."

I leaned in and whispered into Zagrath's ear. Her ears perked, her eyes widened, and then a smile bloomed across her face.

"That's a risky task—like dancing over a bonfire with my pussy. Still, I'll do it," Zagrath said, clenching her fists. "So when do we perform the upgrading ritual?" she added.

"Oi, do what I asked first," I replied with a smirk, making her pout.

"What are you two talking about?!" Zamira demanded, sounding intensely jealous. Amber, for some reason, still looked flustered.

"Why do you want to know? It's a secret—you're not invited, choo," Zagrath said, curt and dismissive, which only provoked Zamira more.

"Do you want me to tell you what they said?" Amber asked with a grin. "I heard every word," she added, licking her lips with an evil little smile. It was obvious she was itching for revenge on Zagrath.

"Please, don't say—how the hell did you even hear that?" Zagrath cried, on the verge of tears.

"Hehe, I'm on another level. My senses are sharper than a vampire's. Must be the hybrid body," Amber shrugged.

"Please tell me, Amber! I'll do the dishes tonight!" Zamira pleaded, her eyes wide and pleading as she grabbed Amber's leg.

"Dishes? Is that even a chore? Today's my turn to cook and wash since we agreed no maids in the kitchen. I can finish everything with Ki—no deal, hmph," Amber refused.

"I'll cook too," Zamira offered.

"I said I can handle it. Give me a good offer. Those chores aren't a big deal. Oh right, you're a princess, you probably think it's huge," Amber chuckled, making Zamira groan.

"How about one million credits?" Zamira blurted.

"One million? Can I buy cool stuff with that? No, not enough," Amber shook her head.

"What do you mean not enough? That's like ten to fifteen years of an average person's income, you dumb muscle-head!" Zamira snapped, her face doing a comical contortion.

"O-Okay, fine, you should've said it's a lot. I'll tell you," Amber relented.

"Oi, Zagrath—don't try to sneak off," Zamira warned, spotting Zagrath edging toward the window. I was already by the doorway but pretended to be checking something.

"Jake asked her to pluck blood moon fruits for him. A lot. Without you noticing," Amber revealed.

"..."

"Ugh, free me. I'm not missing my chance to upgrade from being a mistress," Zagrath groaned and vaulted out the window.

"I… I have a meeting," I stammered and leapt after her as Zamira started to explode.

"Come back here!!! Stop plucking the blood moon fruits!!! Do you want to make me a widow, stupid husband?!" Zamira howled, and she jumped after us—but I wasn't about to let her catch me.

"Astral Step." I tore a void and vanished into it, reappearing right inside Old Man Duke's courtyard, panting.

The reason Zamira was worried about the blood moon tree is simple. I had already consumed every single fruit in storage and plucked all the ripe ones. Now I was even eating the unripe ones until Zamira intervened and hired a witch to cast a barrier that repelled me each time I tried to touch the tree. No matter how much I struggled, not even Astra Walk could bypass it, since the spell was cast by Dorothy herself, one of the strongest witches alive.

Zamira's concern was valid. Overconsumption of blood moon fruits could cause one's blood crystal to explode. Most powerful vampires could only consume one or two at most, extracting the essence to advance their evolution. Any weak-willed vampire would die instantly if they attempted it. At one time, an old king even banned them entirely after countless vampires tried to forcefully evolve, leading to mass deaths. He ordered the destruction of blood moon trees, making them nearly extinct and impossibly rare even today.

But I was different. I consumed countless fruits with no adverse effect. Even so, Zamira remained anxious, thinking it might eventually harm me. But the blood moon fruits were my creation, there was no way they could kill me. I lacked the memories of how they were first formed, yet I knew that in my original form, I wielded the power of creation, though its capabilities were limited.

I landed in Old Man Duke's courtyard and strolled toward his chamber. Ahead, I spotted Maya and Nala, the twin vampire chicks—lounging outside and grilling meat again, making me chuckle. Those girls had done nothing but party and enjoy since becoming Duke's concubines.

The moment they saw me, they stood and walked over, bowing politely. Their attire, just sports bras and short underwear, made me uncomfortable as my cock stirred at the sight.

"Welcome, your Highness!" they said in unison.

I nodded. "Where's the old man?" I asked.

"He went to Earth. He said he wanted to see… misher, or something like that, but he'll be back soon," one of them answered.

"Earth?! He didn't tell me anything! Wait—did he mean Misty?!" I asked sharply. The twins nodded.

"I see…" I muttered, sighing. I could guess why. Old Man Duke had always wanted to meet Misty and begged me to bring her along, but I constantly forgot. Still, he could have told me directly and used the warper instead. He probably assumed I'd ignore him.

I chuckled at my grandfather's child-like stubbornness. Normally, the older a vampire grew, the stronger and intelligent they became, but it wasn't that way with him. He became king too early, during a turbulent era, and the stress weighed heavily on him. Even centuries of deep Slumber would never ease it. If he consumed the essence of a blood moon fruit, he might restore his youth and vigor, but he refused. Doing so would mean holding onto the throne even longer, and the sly old man clearly wanted to step away from it.

I turned to leave, but suddenly, two cold hands grabbed me from behind.

"Your Highness, why are you avoiding us when we wanted to talk to you?" the twin sisters asked together.