Chapter 8: Count Dracula Superstar

"For a second, I seriously thought you were going to chase after that Demon completely naked..." Camila grumbled. "That’s not fair, big bro! You could’ve told me you could turn into a bat!"

"It’s only natural you didn’t know," Ingrid called from the bathroom. "After all, you’ve only been his wife for a century. Of course you don’t know him as well as I do."

She puffed out her chest with pride while preparing a hot bath for Lars.

"Oh, please. As if you’d been his wife for that much longer than me! One century or four makes no difference to someone who was already around before they even built the pyramids! Right, big bro?"

"Stop dragging me into your petty arguments."

Lars was stretched out comfortably on the couch, waiting for the bathtub to fill.

He flipped through that day’s national newspaper with mild curiosity.

One article in particular caught his attention and drew a faint, amused smile from him.

| VRENFORD — STILL NO LEADS ON "DRACULA"

The number of victims found across different parts of the city on the nights of December 8 through 10 has risen to thirty-two.

Investigators suspect a serial killer attempting to imitate Dracula, the famous vampire count of popular folklore.

Authorities are urging residents to limit nighttime travel and avoid isolated areas. |

"The bath is ready, Master," Ingrid called from the living room doorway.

Lars didn’t even look up from the newspaper.

"Yeah, give me a minute."

Ingrid remained silent for a few moments, watching him smile as he read.

"You seem to be in an especially good mood. Is it because of that article?"

Only then did Lars fold the newspaper. He left it on the couch and turned his gaze toward her.

"A century ago, no one knew Dracula was actually a vampire. And yet now, apparently, I’ve even become part of popular folklore. What the hell happened over the last hundred years?"

"Oh, you can’t even imagine how famous Vlad III has become — the identity you took on six centuries ago. They’ve written books about you, made movies, created games, and a whole lot of other stuff. If I tried to list everything, we’d still be here tomorrow morning. You’ve even got a ton of fans, you know? You could almost say you’ve become a superstar."

"They made a ton of hentai too! Wanna watch some together, big bro? Pleeease!"

Lars dismissed Camila’s interruption as nothing more than background noise.

"Over the course of my life, I’ve killed more humans than anyone else... and they worship me for it? Hmph. What a strange species."

Lars got up from the couch.

Ingrid had already started undressing and was leading him toward the bathroom when Camila blocked her path.

"Hey, don’t try anything sneaky! You were the one who took a bath with Master last night! Now it’s my turn to wash him!"

Ingrid brought a hand to her mouth in exaggerated surprise.

"Ooooh, you’re right. How careless of me... I completely forgot."

The sarcasm was so obvious that even Camila, who had never exactly been known for her sharp intuition, managed to pick up on it.

She narrowed her eyes and puffed out her cheeks.

"That doesn’t exactly seem like the kind of thing you’d forget so easily... bakaaa!"

Camila dashed toward Lars at full speed, leaving a trail of clothes behind her.

By the time she reached him, she was already completely naked.

She grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him toward the bathroom with the same forceful energy she’d used to charge at him.

With every step, her ample breasts bounced noticeably, along with the firm curves of her ass.

Which explained why Lars didn’t seem all that bothered by it.

Lars sank into the steaming water, scented with rose extract.

The bathroom was shrouded in dim light, illuminated only by the flickering candles arranged along the edges of the tub.

Camila knelt behind him.

She lathered up her breasts, then slowly rubbed them over his back as if they were a sponge.

"There’s nothing better than being washed by your little sister, right, onii-chan?"

Camila’s voice was no longer as high-pitched and shrill as usual. It had turned warm and soft, enough to send a shiver down Lars’s spine.

"Did you learn this from watching those Japanese porn cartoons too?"

Camila pressed herself even closer against him, squeezing her body against his back.

"Yeah. So, do you like it, onii-chan? Or maybe you’d rather do something else with me...?"

Lars didn’t answer. He simply reached one arm behind him, grabbed Camila, and pulled her between his legs.

The tip of his erection broke the surface of the water, and Camila stared at it with her mouth watering.

"Ara, ara. Looks like you really did enjoy it."

She leaned her head forward.

"Then I think I’ve earned a reward."

She wrapped her hands around his erection and began licking the tip.

A satisfied smile spread across Lars’s face. He placed a hand on the back of her head and pushed her down.

At the same time, he lifted his hips, letting his erection slide deep into her throat.

"Camila, koko ni ite kurete ureshii."

She looked up at him.

"Mmph? What did you say?" she mumbled, her voice muffled as she spoke around him.

Lars let out a long, dejected sigh.

"And you were supposed to be the one giving me Japanese lessons."