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My Stepmom Is A Vampire & Her Entire Bloodline Wants To Breed Me

Chapter 233: Conversation · Oct 31, 2026

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201 Chapter 201: Nightmare 2026-10-31
202 Chapter 202: Spider Net 2026-10-31
203 Chapter 203: Look At Me, Please 2026-10-31
204 Chapter 204: Invisible Vampire 2026-10-31
205 Chapter 205: I need to Be Stronger 2026-10-31
206 Chapter 206: Dylan Helplessness 2026-10-31
207 Chapter 207: Crazy Mother 2026-10-31
208 Chapter 208: Hatred In His Heart 2026-10-31
209 Chapter 209: Closure 2026-10-31
210 Chapter 210: Keep Trying Again & Again 2026-10-31
211 Chapter 211: Third Evolution 2026-10-31
212 Chapter 212: Mark Addams 2026-10-31
213 Chapter 213: Human & Vampire 2026-10-31
214 Chapter 214: What Makes Human ’Human’? 2026-10-31
215 Chapter 215: The True Purpose 2026-10-31
216 Chapter 216: Steady Heart 2026-10-31
217 Chapter 217: Maria’s Decision 2026-10-31
218 Chapter 218: Resolve 2026-10-31
219 Chapter 219: Long Night with Leah* 2026-10-31
220 Chapter 220: In The Mind Of Masochist* 2026-10-31
221 Chapter 221: Anal Beads** 2026-10-31
222 Chapter 222: After Sex** 2026-10-31
223 Chapter 223: Imperfect 2026-10-31
224 Chapter 224: A Measure Of Worth 2026-10-31
225 Chapter 225: The Fool 2026-10-31
226 Chapter 226: Goddess Madeline* 2026-10-31
227 Chapter 227: Nipple Clamp** 2026-10-31
228 Chapter 228: Relaxing Bath** 2026-10-31
229 Chapter 229: Mixed Signal 2026-10-31
230 Chapter 230: Empty Husk 2026-10-31
231 Chapter 231: Essence Of Life 2026-10-31
232 Chapter 232: Wish Of Cooperation 2026-10-31
233 Chapter 233: Conversation 2026-10-31
234 Chapter 234: The Boy In The Garden 2026-10-31
235 Chapter 235: First Experiment 2026-10-31
236 Chapter 236: The Edge Of The Truth 2026-10-31
237 Chapter 237: Torso Of Progenitor 2026-10-31
238 Chapter 238: The Eye of The Soul 2026-10-31
239 Chapter 239: Atonement 2026-10-31
240 Chapter 240: Robert The Benevolent 2026-10-31
241 Chapter 241: Escape 2026-10-31
242 Chapter 242: Unraveling One by One 2026-10-31
243 Chapter 243: Lady Velstarth 2026-10-31
244 Chapter 244: Memory & Preparation 2026-10-31
245 Chapter 245: Fleur Joined In 2026-10-31
246 Chapter 246: Sweet Lulu 2026-10-31
247 Chapter 247: Making Sure She Used to It 2026-10-31
248 Chapter 248: [-R18] Stretching the Virgin 2026-10-31
249 Chapter 249: [R18] Losing Virginity 2026-10-31
250 Chapter 250: [R18] Maddening Sex 2026-10-31

Chapter 233: Conversation

That night, Mark was reviewing his research again, trying once more to reduce the side effects of the Vitalis Core. But his thoughts kept circling the same wall.

His knowledge about vampires was still incomplete.

What exactly was a vampire? Was the poison in their fangs what transformed humans work like venom from a viper, slowly altering the body? Or was it more like a virus, rewriting everything from within?

And how did their bodies form a Vitalis Core naturally without collapsing under the strain?

The more he studied, the more questions appeared. The answers remained out of reach.

The night was colder than usual. He lit the fireplace and the oil lamp, the faint orange glow stretching across his scattered papers. Snow brushed softly against the windows.

Then he noticed something.

A shadow shifted at the edge of his vision.

Mark did not panic. He simply turned his head.

A tall figure stood inside his study, robes covering most of his body and face.

Mark did not flinch. He already knew what it was.

Slowly, without making sudden movements, he reached toward the cabinet beneath his desk and wrapped his fingers around the grip of his gun.

”Who is it?” he asked calmly.

The figure stepped into the lamplight and pulled back the hood.

Robert Latros.

”Still studying us?” Robert asked, his tone composed. ”I can provide scrolls and records long lost to history. Why not work with me?”

Mark narrowed his eyes and removed his glasses, placing them carefully on the desk.

”I don’t need your help,” he replied. ”And I don’t work with my enemy.”

A faint chuckle escaped him. ”I thought vampires couldn’t enter a house without an invitation. So that was just a myth?”

”You dedicate your life to exterminating us,” Robert replied smoothly. ”You should already know the truth.”

He moved closer, picking up one of Mark’s papers without permission.

”This is incorrect. Vampires have four primary bloodstyles, but some possess dual bloodstyles. This case likely has two.”

Mark’s eyes widened slightly. ”Is that possible?”

”Yes,” Robert answered. ”Would you like to know more?”

Mark hesitated. Was listening betrayal? Was accepting knowledge from a vampire hypocrisy?

He lifted a hand dismissively. ”Never mind.”

Robert tilted his head. ”If your ego prevents progress, then perhaps you should question your principles as a doctor and a scientist.”

The words struck harder than Mark expected.

If answers stood in front of him, refusing them would be foolish. Scientific truth should not care about its source.

”...Fine,” Mark said. ”I’ll listen.”

They talked for hours. Bloodstyles. Evolution stages. The limitations humans assumed were absolute but were not.

It was information neither Caduceus nor the Vampire Hunter Association fully understood. And with it, Mark felt himself inching closer to a greater truth.

Eventually, Robert rose from his seat.

”If you truly wish to learn,” he said, ”you are welcome at Latros Manor. Our archives hold ancient texts. Some even about the progenitor. You cannot understand us without understanding our origin.”

It was tempting.

But it was also dangerous.

He would be walking into enemy territory. And if Robert wanted, he could likely turn him into a vampire on the spot and control him like a puppet.

’What is his bloodstyle again?’

Sensing his hesitation, Robert laughed softly.

”I will not resort to such a low trick,” he said. ”In the past, I served as one of Prince Rohan’s royal knights. I still follow a knight’s code.”

”Prince Rohan was known for cruelty and madness,” Mark countered. ”Following him does not mean you share his principles?”

”You are not wrong,” Robert replied. ”My oath was to make him a better prince. That failed.”

His gaze drifted toward the window, snow swirling outside.

”So I made him the new Emblem of Enigma.”

Mark frowned. ”What do you mean? Rohan wanted the Emblem dead. Isn’t that what caused the catastrophe?”

Robert’s lips curved faintly.

”You are naive, Mark. Perhaps because you spend most of your time in rooms like this. Sometimes, men act on ideas they believe are brilliant. Ideas that do not originate from their own minds.”

There was something in Robert’s eyes then. Something calculating. Detached. It made Mark’s skin prickle.

”But more importantly,” Robert continued, ”I am now the Patriarch of Latros. Under my wing, you would be safe.”

And just like that, he vanished.

The room returned to silence. That was when Mark understood. Robert Latros was not benevolent.

And yet, there he stood in front of Latros Manor.

Mark’s thirst for knowledge outweighed his fear. More than that, the fear of failing again, of watching his research crumble, and more lives wasted, pushed him forward.

As he stepped toward the gate, the massive iron doors opened on their own, slow and silent, as if they had been expecting him.

He did not hesitate.

The gun rested inside his coat pocket. If necessary, he would use it. Whether on himself or on a vampire.

Latros, like the other Seven Great Covenants, remained shrouded in mystery. No one knew how many vampires officially belonged to them, or how many operated in the shadows.

Mark stepped inside.

The manor’s interior was nothing like he imagined. It was not dark or cold. Instead, it was bright, almost welcoming.

The garden was well-maintained, flowers blooming even under winter’s touch. Warm lanterns illuminated the path.

Then he heard Children’s laughter and it stopped him in his tracks.

’Why were there children here?’

He followed the sound toward the backyard. Under the moonlight, he saw a strange scene.

Robert was seated at a tea table, calm as ever. Across from him sat a woman with long silver hair cascading over her shoulders.

Her crimson eyes matched Robert’s. She held a glass filled with thick red liquid, sipping it with quiet elegance.

Nearby, several children ran and played freely with two young looking vampires who appeared to be twins.

Their dark hair resembled Robert’s. Both of them have heterochromia eyes, gold and crimson. One of the twins sat quietly on a bench, observing her sister playing with the children.

It was unsettling.

”Mark,” Robert’s voice cut through the night air. ”You don’t need to hide.”

Mark stepped out from behind the tree he had concealed himself behind.

The silver-haired woman glanced at him once, unimpressed. She rose gracefully.

”I dislike uninvited guests,” she said coolly. ”I suppose this concludes our discussion. Your idea is interesting, Robert. I will consider how it may benefit my House.”

”Very well, Lady Velstarth,” Robert replied. ”We shall continue another time.”

She turned and left the garden without another word.

Robert then gestured toward Mark.

”Come,” he said smoothly. ”Let me introduce you to my children.”

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