On the deck, a sea breeze gently brushed past.
Victor, wearing nothing but an extremely fabric-saving bikini-style brief, swaggered ahead.
His flawless skin glowed healthily under the sunlight, the smooth lines of his muscles subtly shifting with each step, exuding a natural, unconscious allure.
Behind him, Enid and Wednesday walked side by side, both involuntarily keeping their heads slightly lowered, their steps a bit stiff, as if the deck beneath their feet was scorching hot.
Victor glanced back at his two little girlfriends and shrugged somewhat helplessly.
"Come on, I don't even care, why are you two so shy?"
His tone was light, tinged with a bit of confusion.
Victor leaned closer to Enid, wanting to tease her.
Enid's face instantly turned as red as a ripe apple. She sharply turned her head away and muttered under her breath, "This guy... just doesn't get it..."
She inwardly wailed: He has no idea how tempting he looks right now!
In fact, every humanoid monster on the cruise ship with eyes had their gaze magnetically glued to Victor.
The males looked on with appreciation or envy, while the females made no attempt to hide the heat and desire in their eyes.
Whispers and whistles rose and fell around them.
It wasn't entirely Victor's fault—
He had been raised by his sister Mavis, who had accidentally used the succubus cultivation guide as a reference. That deep-seated, natural charm had long since become instinct.
Even with his eccentric and unpredictable behavior, he couldn't suppress the attraction radiating from within—an attraction he remained completely unaware of.
Especially now... in such a state of minimal fabric, that charm was amplified to the extreme.
Enid couldn't help but sneak another glance at Victor's upper body. His well-defined chest and abdominal muscles were sharply outlined in the sunlight. She subconsciously swallowed.
As for below... that fleeting, overly stimulating image once again assaulted her mind. Enid felt her cheeks burning even hotter.
She quickly shook her head, trying to dispel the images that made her heart race.
The scene in the changing room earlier had been far too shocking for her pure werewolf heart.
Wednesday's voice cut in coolly, carrying her signature sarcasm and inquisitiveness.
"I'm quite curious, Mr. Black, just what psychological lower limit did you break through to convince yourself to wear this... palm-sized scrap of fabric and parade around so unabashedly?"
Upon hearing this, Victor wasn't embarrassed in the least. Instead, he spread his hands with righteous confidence:
"Well, you both 'inspected' it already!"
He deliberately drew out his words, then casually pointed at a tentacle-waving octopus monster passing by.
"Besides, look at this buddy here. He's wearing nothing at all and still swaggers around quite comfortably, isn't he?"
The named octopus monster froze, its tentacles curling up awkwardly.
It looked at its own smooth, sucker-covered body, then at the variously dressed monsters around it, and suddenly let out a sound resembling a whimper.
Covering its face with a tentacle, it made a "plop" sound as it jumped into the sea, splashing water everywhere.
Victor: "..."
He blinked innocently. "It seems... a bit introverted?"
Looking at his two girlfriends behind him, who still didn't dare fully lift their heads and were visibly uncomfortable, Victor sighed and compromised.
The symbiote on his shoulder squirmed and "spit out" a gaudy, Hawaiian-style beach shirt.
Victor deftly threw it on, leaving it open. While it didn't cover everything completely, the added fabric at least diluted the overly direct impact.
"Is this better now?" He tugged at the flashy shirt front.
Seeing Victor with the beach shirt now covering most of the "scenery," his charm value significantly reduced, Enid and Wednesday finally secretly breathed a sigh of relief, their tense shoulders relaxing.
Enid patted her still-flushed cheeks, but an inexplicable twinge of regret welled up inside.
Just now... why didn't she take the chance to look a few more times? Now that it's covered, she felt a little... regretful?
Wednesday had already regained her usual composure. She glanced at Victor's aesthetically questionable beach shirt and commented flatly:
"At least now you look more like a normal... tropical vacation idiot."
Victor chuckled, completely unfazed, and wrapped an arm around each of his girlfriends' shoulders.
"Let's go. This idiot will take you to enjoy the starlight and the pool!"
The gazes on the deck still followed them, but with less heat and more... complex commentary on the taste of that beach shirt.
On the way to the pool area, Victor, with one arm around Enid and the other on Wednesday, was enthusiastically planning which activity to try first.
Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks, his eyes fixed straight ahead, his jaw nearly hitting the deck.
"My... goodness..."
Victor's voice trembled with disbelief.
Enid and Wednesday followed his gaze and instantly froze in place as well.
There, Count Dracula—who was usually always impeccably dressed in tailored black formalwear, with elegance etched into his very bones—was now wearing a Hawaiian-style beach shirt identical to Victor's, possibly even gaudier!
The shirt was half-open, revealing his pale but well-maintained chest.
What was even more horrifying was below—a pair of white tight shorts, paired with black knee-high socks and polished white leather shoes!
That wasn't the worst of it.
Dracula was swaying his hips and waist with great enthusiasm to some cheerful music coming from who-knows-where, dancing a kind of... indescribable hot dance.
His pale face was flushed with an unnatural redness, his mouth stretched into an almost silly, extremely "dazzled" grin, his eyes glazed over.
He seemed completely immersed in his own world, utterly oblivious to the horrified, astonished, and even stifled-laughter gazes around him.
"Is he... in love?"
Enid's azure eyes were filled with immense confusion and a hint of horror, her voice dry.
She simply couldn't connect this drastically changed figure with the elegant and mysterious vampire count.
Wednesday's deep-pool eyes held no ripples. She observed calmly for two seconds, then delivered her conclusion with her usual precise, sarcastic, and piercing style:
"No. He's become a pervert."
Victor snapped out of his initial shock, his face showing a mix of understanding, sympathy, and extreme amusement.
He shook his head and let out a meaningful sigh:
"Ah, love~"
The tone was that of a love sage who had seen through the ways of the world.
He made an immediate decision. Looking left and right at his two girlfriends with complex expressions, he suggested:
"This is no place to linger. I see there's another pool over there. Shall we go somewhere else?"
Enid and Wednesday immediately nodded vigorously, their movements unprecedentedly synchronized and swift.
They absolutely did not want to be dragged into Count Dracula's clearly out-of-control "love (pervert) storm," nor did they want to retain any visual evidence that could become blackmail material in the future.
The three of them turned in tacit agreement, silently and quickly picking up their pace, swiftly retreating away from the center of that "dazzled" hot dance.
Behind them, Count Dracula continued his ecstatic swaying. The hem of his Hawaiian shirt fluttered merrily with his movements, creating a tragic yet comical contrast with his usual vampire noble image.
Without a doubt, Captain Erica's appearance had ushered in spring for this millennia-old vampire in a rather... "enthusiastic" manner.
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