I Shall Cuck Everyone

I still prefer the old Roth, the battle maniac. But alas, he is still my friend. After chatting for a while, Roth decides it is time to leave. I escort him to the teleporter station and watch as he disappears into the void.

Once he is gone, I return home and stand on the balcony, gazing at the sky. Today, I promised myself that all my women would sleep with me. But as I reflect, I realize how fast time is slipping away.

It feels like just yesterday I arrived here, yet the days have flown by without me noticing. Before I leave this place, I want to achieve something truly significant—something that will leave a lasting mark on the vampire world.

{Master.}

Yes, Mimi?

{We're finally alone.}

Yeah, we are. That sounded lewd.

{You seem worried. Should I cheer you up? Also, Guida's dying to see you.}

Mimi, I've been thinking. I want to turn the vampire planet into a place that draws attention, a top-tier tourist destination. What do you think I should do?

{First, you'll need an artificial sun. Most races aren't cold-blooded like vampires and prefer warm, sunny environments. If you introduce that along with our advanced infrastructure, the vampire planet could easily become a major tourist hotspot.}n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

But wouldn't that alter the essence of vampire culture? The vampire lords might not even agree to such a drastic change.

{Master, as you know, most vampires dislike humans. If you frame it as a move to surpass human achievements, they'll support it. You could also pitch it as a way to help vampires adapt to sunlight, which is their greatest weakness. Over time, they'll adjust to it, and it'll make your race stronger.}

That's actually a solid idea. However, there's only one person capable of creating an artificial sun powerful enough to illuminate the entire planet.

{Edgar Frost.}

Exactly. And the only way to find him is through two people; the Celestial Monkey Emperor or Ophelia.

{In my opinion, the Celestial Monkey Emperor isn't a reliable option. Ophelia is a better choice. Besides, with the two of you having a baby together, I'm sure she'll want to help her… baby daddy, right?}

Mimi, please don't call me that. It sounds so strange. But you make a good point. Let's head back to the Witches' Abode.

I rummage through the storage room in my residence and find an outdated teleporter model. Taking it with me, I climb to the top of the mountain and set it up. I input the same code old man Duke used, and the teleporter hums to life. Stepping inside, I'm transported instantly.

I arrive at the same dysfunctional teleporter station as the first time I came here. This time, however, the female guards bow as I step out.

Still, I can't help but notice the way they glance at me, their eyes lingering all over me, and their lips subtly parted.

Horny freaks. I'll deal with you later. First, I have something important to do.

Without delay, I head toward Ophelia's residence.

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"W-What? You came back?! And how did you even know I was in my room?" Ophelia stammers, her cheeks flushing red. When I arrived earlier, she wasn't in her throne room or whatever that chamber is supposed to be. So, I followed her scent straight to her room.

"Fufu, I couldn't stop thinking about you, so I came back. Thought we could, you know, pick up where we left off," I tease with a mischievous grin. When I entered, she had been in the middle of changing up, caught in the act of slipping into new undergarments. The timing was almost too perfect.

That's when an idea strikes. I reach into my space ring and pull out a pack of panties. "I got these for you," I lie smoothly. In truth, they're Misty's belongings—she left them behind ages ago.

"What… what is that?" Ophelia asks, her blush deepening.

"Panties. They'll look great on you," I say, tearing open the plastic wrapping like it's a gift she's been dying to receive.

"T-This... this perverted thing? I would never wear such a thing! I prefer my own undergarments," she protests, shaking her head.

"Come on, just try them. Trust me, they'll look amazing on you," I say, coaxing her with a smirk.

"Fine," she mutters, giving in. She slips them on, and as expected, they fit her perfectly. Smirking, she steps closer, pulling me into a kiss before reaching for her bra.

"I'd love to spend the whole day like this, but we might get caught by Zella," Ophelia says, finishing putting on her outfit and moving to apply her makeup.

"Mom, I made you some panc—Jake?" A voice interrupts as the door swings open. Standing there is Zella, a plate of pancakes in her hand.

"Zella."

"Jake," she says, narrowing her eyes. "I thought you were gone? What are you doing here, in my mom's room?"

Luckily, Ophelia and I had already put some distance between us before Zella entered. She was seated on a small chair in front of her mirror, calmly applying makeup, looking like she had nothing to hide.

"Yes, I did leave," I say confidently, "but when I came back, I couldn't find her. I looked around, knocked, and she asked me to come in."

Zella's eyes soften. "I see… But why are you here?"

"I needed her help with something important. I'm looking for Edgar Frost," I reply.

"Oh, Edgar? The scientist who helped us build our home and the sun around it? That makes sense," Zella says, her suspicion fading completely.

She places the plate of pancakes on the table. "Well, I just wanted to drop these off. I'm going to check on Xander. By the way, before you leave, spend some time with your baby, okay?" she says with a playful wink before leaving the room.

The moment the door closes, I exhale sharply in relief.

"That's why I said we should be careful," Ophelia says with a laugh. "Imagine if she'd caught me being plowed from behind. Ha!" Her laughter is infectious, and I can't help but join in.

Once her makeup is done, Ophelia turns to face me. "I know where Edgar Frost is. The problem is, he's a very busy man and rarely acce

pts visitors. But I'm sure he wouldn't refuse to see me," she says with a sly smile.