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Chapter 566: The Vampire Of The Family · Sep 29, 2026

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551 Chapter 551: Third Super Collider World 2026-09-29
552 Chapter 552: Why Fear When The Battle Angels Are Here 2026-09-29
553 Chapter 553: Coincidence After Coincidence 2026-09-29
554 Chapter 554: Torture Specialist 2026-09-29
555 Chapter 555: Itʼs All Your Fault! 2026-09-29
556 Chapter 556: Iʼll Follow You Wherever You Go 2026-09-29
557 Chapter 557: Death Bound Prisoners 2026-09-29
558 Chapter 558: I Want To Break My Shackles! 2026-09-29
559 Chapter 559: Cooked Just Right 2026-09-29
560 Chapter 560: Skin Bag 2026-09-29
561 Chapter 561: Elixir Of Immortality 2026-09-29
562 Chapter 562: Queen Of Oblivion 2026-09-29
563 Chapter 563: I Found You! 2026-09-29
564 Chapter 564: Familiar But Unfamiliar 2026-09-29
565 Chapter 565: The True Eldest Sister 2026-09-29
566 Chapter 566: The Vampire Of The Family 2026-09-29
567 Chapter 567: When Did You Gain Your Blessing? 2026-09-29
568 Chapter 568: Her Light, Her Lifeline 2026-09-29
569 Chapter 569: Finding Relief In Oneʼs Sorrow 2026-09-29
570 Chapter 570: Swallowed Whole 2026-09-29
571 Chapter 571: One Rises, One Falls 2026-09-29
572 Chapter 572: Weʼre Not Alone 2026-09-29
573 Chapter 573: Roles Reversed 2026-09-29
574 Chapter 574: Conceited Adults 2026-09-29
575 Chapter 575: I Need To Change 2026-09-29
576 Chapter 576: Finding Joy Even In Despair 2026-09-29
577 Chapter 577: Fend Off The Wolves 2026-09-29
578 Chapter 578: All The Burden On One Fragile Back 2026-09-29
579 Chapter 579: The Things You Do For Love 2026-09-29
580 Chapter 580: A Butcher To Oneself 2026-09-29
581 Chapter 581: Conspiring Universe 2026-09-29
582 Chapter 582: Hero Or A Monster? 2026-09-29
583 Chapter 583: I Need Power! 2026-09-29
584 Chapter 584: The Boy Is The Fruit 2026-09-29
585 Chapter 585: Blessing Awakens! 2026-09-29
586 Chapter 586: Broken Son 2026-09-29
587 Chapter 587: Whereʼs Anya? 2026-09-29
588 Chapter 588: Broken Promise 2026-09-29
589 Chapter 589: Untouchable Sisterly Bond 2026-09-29
590 Chapter 590: Spoiled Princess 2026-09-29
591 Chapter 591: Irrestible Charm 2026-09-29
592 Chapter 592: Charm Or Blessing? 2026-09-29
593 Chapter 593: The True Princess Of The World 2026-09-29
594 Chapter 594: Spoiled Rotten 2026-09-29
595 Chapter 595: Bodyguard Of The Princess 2026-09-29
596 Chapter 596: Dream Walker 2026-09-29
597 Chapter 597: Dreams Of The Past 2026-09-29
598 Chapter 598: Taboo Dreams 2026-09-29
599 Chapter 599: Charlotteʼs Nightmare 2026-09-29
600 Chapter 600: Dream Walking Addiction 2026-09-29

Chapter 566: The Vampire Of The Family

Back in the penthouse, Charlotte decided a subject change was urgently needed. She sprang up from the bed, striking a pose with her hands on her hips.

“Anyway!” She announced loudly, as if trying to drown out any lingering thoughts of her sister’s potential eavesdropping.

“Since we’re on the topic of figures, I think we should establish some rankings. And I, for one, believe I hold the top spot for most abundant and plump body!”

To emphasize her point, she untied her robe slightly, allowing it to fall open and reveal more cleavage.

Then she began bouncing in place, making everything jiggle impressively.

“Look! Just look at these!” She declared, cupping her breasts proudly. “Massive! Perfectly shaped! And my ass!”

She turned around, dropping into a surprisingly proficient twerk.

Clap-clap-clap-clap!

The sound echoed in the spacious room.

“Hear that? That’s the sound of quality meat! I can make them clap on command!”

Astrid rolled her eyes so hard it looked painful.

“Charlotte, for heaven’s sake, you’re a succubus. Having a nice ass is basically part of your job description.”

“It’s like a baker having flour—expected, not exceptional.”

“Besides.” Anya added in her analytical tone. “Your proportions create problems. Buying clothes must be a nightmare. Everything’s either too tight in the chest and hips or too loose everywhere else.”

“It’s an inefficient body design.”

Charlotte’s triumphant expression crumpled into a pout.

“Don’t remind me! Last week I found this gorgeous emerald dress, but when I tried it on, the buttons literally popped off and shot across the dressing room like bullets!”

“One nearly took out a mannequin’s eye! I had to go up two sizes, and then it looked like I was wearing a tent!”

Astrid chuckled. “You can’t really blame the store people and the makers of the clothes. Your body is one of a kind, and no one can possibly possess a figure like yours.”

Charlotte felt better at that, her earlier frustration melting away.

She then looked toward Anya and pointed at her figure.

“You, on the other hand, have the most perfectly proportioned body in the family. Like seriously.”

She crawled over, circling Anya like an art critic examining a sculpture.

“Your breasts are perky but not overwhelming.”

“Your waist-to-hip ratio is mathematically ideal.”

“Your legs are toned but still feminine.”

You’re what every woman in a gym is trying to achieve…the golden mean!”

Anya smiled faintly. “I am the middle child, after all. Not too big, not too small. Perfectly balanced, as all things should be.”

“Exactly!” Charlotte pointed at Astrid next. “And you! You’re our beautiful anomaly!”

“If Anya is perfectly proportioned, you’re…artistically disproportioned!”

Astrid blinked. “Is that a compliment or an insult? I can’t tell.”

“Compliment! Definitely a compliment!” Charlotte insisted, moving closer.

She tugged at Astrid’s robe, pulling it open further despite her sister’s half-hearted protests.

“Look! You have these long, slender legs—like a gazelle!”

“A tiny waist I could probably circle with my hands!”

“A back so narrow I can see your spine! And then…”

Her hands hovered over Astrid’s chest.

“These absolute monsters! It’s like someone attached helium balloons to a twig! It defies physics!”

“She’s right, you know.” Anya nodded along, joining the inspection. “Your body is a study in contrasts.”

“It shouldn’t work, but somehow it does spectacularly.”

Charlotte pulled out her phone, scrolling through social media.

“Look! Here’s that photo we took last week at the charity gala. You’re wearing that high-necked gown—completely covered up and the comments!”

She began reading aloud in a dramatic voice:

“‘I would sell my soul to be crushed by that ass for five seconds.”

“‘How does she stand upright with all that weight on her?”

“I’ve found my religion, and it’s worshiping those mountains.”

“I’d let her step on me and say thank you.”

Astrid’s face flushed crimson. She snatched the phone away and threw it onto the bed.

“Stop that! It’s disgusting! I don’t want to hear what those…those animals think!”

“But they’re not wrong!” Charlotte protested. “Your body is insane! And speaking of insane…”

A mischievous glint returned to her eyes.

“I think you’ve grown since last month. Don’t you think, Anya?”

Anya’s gaze sharpened. “Now that you mention it…yes. I believe you’re correct. There appears to be an increase in volume.”

Astrid pulled her robe closed defensively.

“What? No, I haven’t! I’m the same as always!”

“We should conduct a proper examination.”

Charlotte declared, as if announcing a scientific study.

“For science!”

“Agreed.” Anya said, already moving.

“Wait—no—” Astrid began, but it was too late.

They descended upon her like wolves on a lamb.

Charlotte pinned her arms while Anya untied her robe.

Within seconds, Astrid was exposed, her magnificent breasts on full display—pale, heavy, tipped with rosy nipples that were already hardening from the cool air.

Each sister claimed a breast, hands immediately beginning to squeeze, knead, and grope.

“Oh my god!” Charlotte exclaimed, her voice full of mock awe. “You have grown! Last time I could almost cup one entirely if I spread my fingers! Now my hands look tiny!”

“Not just size. The density has changed too.”

Anya nodded, her expression clinical despite her actions.

“They’re softer, as if the adipose tissue has been replaced with a finer, purer material. Fascinating.”

She gave an experimental bounce, watching the resulting jiggle with scientific interest.

“St-Stop it!” Astrid protested, squirming unsuccessfully. “I’m your older sister! You can’t—ah!—bully me like this!”

“But we must document this growth spurt!” Charlotte insisted, now using both hands on her assigned breast.

In a desperate attempt to redirect their attention, Astrid gasped out.

“What about the puppy of the family? What about her body!?”

“Oh please.” Charlotte scoffed, not pausing her examination. “She’s a shapeshifter. One day she’s flat as a board, the next she’s giving Aunt Fauna competition.”

“You can’t establish a baseline with her. It’s like trying to measure water.”

“Where is she, anyway?” Anya asked, now gently pinching Astrid’s nipple between thumb and forefinger. “I haven’t seen her in weeks.”

“Up north with her mom.”

Charlotte answered, now comparing the two breasts side-by-side as if judging pumpkins at a county fair.

“Something about portal surges. She’ll be back soon, probably with a whole new body shape. Last time she returned with purple hair and elf ears for some reason.”

“But for now.” Anya said with a smile that was anything but innocent. “We have our dear older sister to study.”

The assault continued—pinching, squeezing, bouncing, even some light slapping to test resilience.

Astrid’s protests grew increasingly feeble, eventually dissolving into resigned whimpers.

—

From her distant vantage, the Maiden of Fate watched this scene with mixed emotions.

A year ago, such playful intimacy would have been unthinkable. The family had been fractured, sisters maintaining polite but distant relationships.

Mika’s self exile had created fissures that seemed permanent.

But since his return…things were healing.

The old easiness was returning.

Scenes like this, silly, affectionate, normal were becoming common again.

‘He’s bringing them back together.’ She thought reluctantly. ‘Despite all the nonsense, the absurdity, the sheer audacity of that boy…he’s fixing what was broken.’

But when she thought about what Mika was doing right now, all the feelings of warmth instantly vanished from her face.

A look of frustration and irritation appeared, and she whispered under her breath.

“Shameless brat! I can hear Nadia’s moans all the from here. Is he not scared of getting caught?!”

“Poor Astrid doesn’t even that her mother is being tormented a room away.”

—

Eventually, the sisters tired of their ‘study.’

They released Astrid, who collapsed onto the bed like a deflated balloon. Her skin bore pink marks from their enthusiastic examination, and she wore an expression of profound betrayal.

“Why?” She whispered to the ceiling. “Why must I suffer this indignity? I’m the oldest…”

Charlotte flopped down beside her, looking immensely satisfied.

“That was fun! We should do measurements monthly. We could make charts! Growth graphs!”

Anya on the other hand, suddenly realized she was parched.

She went to her bag and pulled out what appeared to be a juice pouch, which contained a dark red fluid.

She pierced the seal with the straw and began sipping contentedly.

Seeing this, Charlotte’s eyes lit up.

“Ooh, what’s that? Give me some! I’m thirsty after all that groping. I wonder how Mika does it for so long when we’re together.”

Before Anya could say anything about it, Charlotte just grabbed onto the pouch and took a sip, thinking it was some sort of strawberry or cherry juice.

But the moment it hit her tongue, she pulled back quickly with a look of confusion on her face.

“What juice even is this?” She asked, tasting it gently on her lips. “It’s a bit salty and a bit sweet as well.”

She took another sip, her eyes widening.

“But more than that—why does it have so much overwhelming mana in it!?”

Hearing this, even the traumatized Astrid perked up.

“Mana-rich juice? Let me try!”

Once again, Anya’s attempt to intervene was too slow.

Astrid took the pouch and sipped. Her reaction was even more dramatic.

“Whoa!” She gasped, staring at her hand as if seeing it for the first time. “My whole body just…buzzed!”

“That’s not juice—that’s a mana potion!”

“Anya, where did you get this?!” She looked at her sister with intense curiousity.

“If the Bureau had a steady supply of this, our agents would never run out of power mid-mission! One pouch could supply an entire squad!”

Charlotte nodded vigorously. “Seriously! This is strategic-level stuff! The military would pay fortunes for this! Where’d you find it?”

Anya let out a long-suffering sigh. Then a small, knowing smile touched her lips.

“That’s not juice.” She said softly. “That’s Mika’s blood.”

A beat of silence.

Then, simultaneously: “Ohhhh.”

Understanding dawned on both sisters’ faces.

Charlotte looked at the pouch with new appreciation.

“Well, that explains the taste. And the insane mana density.”

“Of course.” Astrid said, nodding as if everything made perfect sense now. “Mika’s body is basically a mana nuclear reactor. His blood would naturally be saturated with it.”

She peered at the pouch. “This is diluted, right? His pure blood would probably cause mana poisoning even to us.”

Anya reached out and gently took the pouch back, cradling it almost reverently.

“Do you want one? I have more in my bag. I was going to ask him for more anyway.”

“I’ll pass.”

Charlotte made a face somewhere between fascination and disgust.

” I love Mika more than anything, but drinking his blood is…a bit much for me.”

She watched as Anya resumed sipping, an expression of bliss on her face.

“You really enjoy that, don’t you?”

“It’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted.” Anya said simply, closing her eyes as she savored another mouthful.

Astrid’s expression softened, turning sympathetic.

“You still need it, huh? I guess that hasn’t changed yet.”

Anya shook her head, the bliss fading from her face, replaced by something darker.

“I don’t think it ever will.”

She looked down at the half-empty pouch, running her thumb over the plastic.

“Without this…I’m not myself. The cravings come back. The darkness comes back. My blessing starts to…itch.”

Astrid and the others exchanged sympathetic gazes.

If anyone heard Anya talk about liking drinking blood, they’d most definitely think she’s a vampire and ask her to show off her sharp teeth.

But the truth was, even though she did have sharp teeth, she was not a vampire at all.

The reason she drank blood was because she absolutely needed to.

Without it, she turned into a junkie who didn’t have any drugs to support themselves.

It was basically a lifeline for her.

This wasn’t because her body needed Mika’s blood to sustain itself or anything.

She was actually completely healthy when it came to her physicals.

But mentally, without Mika’s blood, her blessing would go out of control.

She could potentially turn all the living organisms around her into grotesque monsters that look like overgrown tumours.

The only thing that could satiate her was Mika’s blood.

All because of what happened in the distant past—the horrible fate that she and Mika had suffered together.

And how it had changed her life completely, turning the quiet, timid girl she used to be in the past…

…to the sadistic psychopath she was now.

Backstory Time!

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