The moment Meredith and Lucas stepped into the building, it didn't take them long to reach the Council Lounge. The hallway was long and lined with polished black tiles as its eerie silence was occasionally broken by the soft echo of their footsteps.
At the end of it, the lounge door stood ahead like some secret threshold.
Just as Lucas was about to open it, Meredith reached out and placed a gentle hand over his.
He stopped.
Her hand was soft—smooth like those pale, oval stones you'd only find by the sea after a rain. It was slender and beautiful, yet oddly enough, larger than his.
Still feminine. Still elegant.
"Let me…"
She said with a warm, almost ghostly smile.
It looked kind, but empty in that subtle Meredith way.
Lucas blinked and stared at her hand, then at his own.
He quietly withdrew, not knowing what to say.
Meredith pushed open the double doors.
The lounge looked just like you'd expect from the name — big, fancy, and clearly expensive. There were deep, comfy sofas, dark marble tables, and soft lighting that gave everything a warm, golden glow. A huge curved TV hung on the wall like it was the centerpiece of the whole room.
The air was cool and carried a light floral scent, kind of like walking into a high-end perfume ad.
But before Lucas could take any of it in—
"Eh?"
Just by looking at her, Lucas could already tell she was one of those girls who tried to act older than they really were, but would probably get flustered the moment someone did something even slightly romantic.
She had long, cream-colored hair that was straight and smooth, almost like flowing glacier water. Her skin was pale and flawless, almost snow-white, and her bright blue eyes had a shine to them, like they were reflecting the ocean.
She wasn't super developed physically, but her chest was still noticeable—enough to fill a hand or two if someone got bold. Her waist was slim, and from the way her body moved, Lucas could guess she had a small but firm butt.
If she was going to this school, he had no doubt she'd be popular. With that petite figure and such a cute face, it'd be hard for any guy — or even a few girls — not to be drawn to her.
Still… she was too elegant for someone so small.
Lucas's first thought was very predictable.
『Underclassman? No… I know all of them.』
He would know — he and his classmates made it their business to know all the cute ones. Seniors had better luck dating juniors anyway — girls in their year only had eyes for the elite third-years.
So if this girl wasn't from school…
She moved closer.
Every step she took was with elegance, like she'd been trained to walk with a book balanced on her head since birth.
Everything about her screamed "proper lady."
Which was why—
"So, how big is your cock, Mister Blood King?"
Lucas froze.
A cold sweat formed at the base of his neck.
His face paled.
"Eh…?" he mumbled.
The girl giggled — a playful, wicked sound that bounced like coins in a tin. She covered her mouth with her small hand and leaned forward ever so slightly as her eyes sparkled.
"You were sooo surprised~! Ahyahya~ Mister, your face was so cute~! ❤️"
WHACK!
A thunderous slam rang out as a gloved fist dropped on the girl's head like a divine punishment.
"UGYAAAAAA!!"
She screamed, toppling to the ground and rolling as she held her head.
Meredith stood behind her with an unbothered face, then diligently adjusted her glasses with two fingers like some judgemental school teacher.
"Have some respect for Lord Lucas…"
Her voice was like silk wrapped around steel.
Soft, yet dangerous.
"How dare you ask such an indecent question?"
Lucas quickly nodded, straightening his back like a soldier in agreement.
But then Meredith turned her head slightly, giving Lucas a sly side-eye behind her lenses.
"But… then again, I suppose… she can't be blamed for wondering whether or not Lord Lucas has the… proper necessities down there."
Lucas flared up instantly.
"Hey! I'm six-one, y'unno?!"
Meredith hid a small smirk behind her fingers, adjusting her glasses again—this time using the glint of the lens to hide her amused expression.
"And since when has height equated to the size of one's rod… my lord?"
Lucas's fiery glare dissolved into his usual half-lidded stare of casual insult.
He looked off to the side, clicking his tongue.
"Whatever. The sacred treasure in my pants is a 'see it to believe it' kinda thing."
Meredith chuckled—low, soft, a velvet hum.
"Then you'll have to show me sometime…"
Such a juicy, tempting response.
And Lucas responded in kind.
"How about later today?"
He responded so fast — not even a second of hesitation.
It felt like he'd been waiting for her to say something like that ever since they met just half an hour ago.
Even Meredith blinked at that.
"Oh~?"
She touched her strawberry-red lips with gloved fingers and chuckled mildly.
"My, my… bold, aren't we?"
Her eyes narrowed like a cat's.
"Just like Lady Lilith said you'd be…"
Then, she slowly licked her lips.
Suddenly—
"Mereeediiiith~!"
The young lady on the floor whined as she popped back up and waved her arms.
"C'mon, c'mon! It's my turn already! Introduce meeee!"
Meredith sighed like a tired old sister.
She stood tall over the tiny maid, then presented her to Lucas with a calm motion of her arm.
"This is Anabelle… she's one of the maids serving under House Sinclair — Lady Lilith's house. That means she's under Lady Lilith's direct command."
Lucas glanced down at Anabelle, who instantly flashed him a peace sign, winked, and gave a coy smile.
"I looove being a maid!"
She spoke so sweetly.
As if every word was doused in rainbows and sunshine.
"Especially for Lady Lilith! She lets me pick out any cute maid outfits I want~!"
She twirled a bit, then pulled up the hem of her skirt just enough to show her thigh.
"So~? Does it look good on me?"
Lucas stroked his chin, narrowing his eyes in exaggerated deep thought.
"If you insist…"
"Eh?"
His hand moved like lightning—grab—right onto one of her small, perky breasts.
──HONK!
"Ah—?!"
Anabelle's whole body stiffened as her cheeks turned blood red, and her lips quivered like she was desperately trying to hold back a loud moan.
『Hnn~ ❤️ my breasts are sensitive…』
Her toes curled up and so did her dainty fingers.
Lucas gave a slow, deliberate squeeze, then another.
"Hmmm…"
He muttered analytically.
Like a professor reading a complex thesis.
"Firm. Supple. But very light—easy to cup. Those are its strong points… I suppose? Fast squeezes make them bounce better. But that's the issue."
Anabelle was practically vibrating.
『Uhhmm~ he's… he's still groping me—!』
She wanted to scream, but couldn't.
Lucas continued, unfazed.
"The outfit's trying way too hard to be both cute and sexy. It doesn't commit. That's what kills it. You should sew a smaller chest region next time. These titties are a B at best."
"NOT FAAAAIR!!"
Anabelle yelped, spinning away and wrapping her arms around herself in a pout.
"Ugh!!"
She growled like a little child.
"If I weren't friggin' immortal, I could actually age up and grow spectacular tits! But nooo — forever cute, forever flat!! I might as well just *sniffle* drown in the sun…"
Lucas stood up, folding his arms with a deadpan look.
"Immortal, huh?"
Meredith nodded politely, brushing a black strand from her cheek.
"Oh yes…" she said. "Anabelle's a vampire."
Lucas blinked. "Eh?"
Anabelle puffed out her cheeks, still hugging herself like she'd been personally betrayed by puberty.
"It suuucks! I wanted to be like, elegant and curvy like Lady Lilith… or maybe tall and full of meat like Meredith, but NO! Just a forever-young titty fairy maid!!"
Meredith sighed. "Please don't call yourself that."
"I can't help it!"
Anabelle whined.
"It's my curse! A hot curse!"
Lucas slowly turned away and muttered.
"This place is weirder than I thought…"
Just then, two women walked out of a glowing red portal.
Both of them were extremely beautiful.
One of them was Lilith Sinclair.
She gave Lucas a soft, familiar smile and brushed her bangs to the side.
"If that's your first reaction to hearing about vampires, then I have no doubt you'll fit in just fine…"
Her eyes narrowed in a teasing, sexy way, and she slowly ran her tongue across her lips.
Before Lucas could even process the whole vampire thing — or the fact that a portal had just opened out of nowhere — Lilith placed her hands on the neckline of her black ball gown and tugged at it slightly, still smiling at him.
"Come here… help me with my dress~"
"Yes…"
Lucas answered without a thought.
For some reason, he couldn't hold himself back.
Why did her neck look so sexy? It made his throat burn with a need he didn't fully understand — like all he wanted to do was grab her and kiss her right there.
『What's… wrong with me…?』