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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Yuziro
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It wasn’t until after the bath that Jekkiel realized ‘interrogation’ didn’t simply mean being confined within the ‘Queen’s Chamber’.
Well, in another sense, being trapped in the Queen’s Chamber wasn’t entirely inaccurate.
“Hmm.”
Seeing Christine perched on the bed, he instinctively pressed a hand to his forehead.
She wasn’t even trying to be seductive, but her very presence was more alluring than any contrived pose.
‘What do I do now?’
He wasn’t the only one lost in thought.
Christine was wrestling with similar anxieties, albeit without the dramatic hand-on-forehead gesture.
She tried to appear composed, but it was a lost cause.
The very act of trying to appear calm betrayed her nervousness.
The deed was done.
There was no point in trying to gather spilled water… well, technically, with vampire powers, it wasn’t entirely impossible, but this was about spoken words, and those couldn’t be taken back.
Besides, there was no need to take them back.
She had meant every word.
“So, are you ready for the interrogation?” Christine asked cautiously.
Her voice sounded almost pitiful, bordering on subservient.
Christine, by nature, was accustomed to holding a position of power, making demands.
Yet here she was, clinging to a single man.
Jekkiel wasn’t oblivious to this fact.
He understood it all too well, which made him feel even more awkward and cautious.
This was an unforeseen event, something he hadn’t anticipated.
However, in such a situation, awkward silence only hurt the one who had initiated the conversation.
Jekkiel cleared his throat and playfully teased, “So, no rapier today?”
“I’ll keep that in mind. Should you harbor any masochistic tendencies.”
“Of course not.”
“Is that so? In any case, I have just one last question.”
Christine’s gaze met his, her expression serious.
“Do you… feel uncomfortable about sleeping with me?”
“Hmm.”
“If that’s the case, I’ll stop this foolishness. There’s no need for us to hurt each other.”
In that moment, Christine felt the weight of her title, Sin of Pride, as if it were a shackle.
If only she were an ordinary vampire woman, she could have spoken her mind freely.
There would be no need for such roundabout expressions.
“Why would I? I welcome it.”
That was Jekkiel’s answer.
– I’ll always be by your side.
– Because I’m your fiancé.
– Christine.
It was truly strange.
How many hurtful words had Jekkiel hurled at her?
She couldn’t even begin to count them all, and some were so cruel they were impossible to forget.
Yet, why were the only words echoing in her ears his recent sweet nothings?
And after hearing his answer just now, those sweet words resonated even louder.
Jekkiel sighed as he watched Christine’s conflicted expression.
Her struggle, her courage in this moment, it was all genuine.
“Well, Christine, how about you?”
“If I wasn’t ready, I wouldn’t have proposed it.”
Christine’s face flushed a delicate shade of red.
Jekkiel decided it was only right for him to muster up the remaining courage.
Christine had already taken such a bold step.
He sat beside her on the bed and gently placed his hand over hers.
– Oh my!
Why was her heart suddenly racing as if it were about to burst out of her chest?
It was as if someone else was inside her, gasping in surprise.
It was absurd, especially since Artel wasn’t even there.
And then… Jekkiel’s other hand gently cupped her chin.
Oh my god!
Oh my god!
This is…!
“Dare you touch my face with your hand? Even though I’m the Sin of Pride?” Christine said playfully.
“Why, is that not allowed?” Jekkiel countered, a playful smirk on his lips.
“Well, you’re already doing it, aren’t you?”
They both chuckled softly, the tension easing slightly.
As their faces drew closer…
WAAAAAAAH!!!
“…?”
“…?”
It was only then that Christine realized the strange shriek wasn’t coming from her own mind.
“Come out,” Jekkiel muttered, rising from the bed.
Naturally, no one answered.
He clicked his fingers.
“Ultimate!”
“Ouch!”
Lamias came tumbling down from the ceiling, the closet, every nook and cranny they had squeezed themselves into.
Jekkiel couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.
“How dare you sneak in here? Vivian won’t be pleased.”
The Lamias, sprawled across the floor, gulped nervously.
Their gazes fell upon a single point—
“Hmm. Tsk, tsk, tsk.”
And there she was.
Vivian.
With a nosebleed.
“What’s the meaning of this, Vivian?” Jekkiel asked, his tone a mixture of amusement and exasperation.
“I saw some of my subordinates engaging in highly inappropriate behavior. I came to apprehend them.” Vivian said, dabbing at her nose with a handkerchief.
“As if that’s a valid excuse… No, never mind. Let’s just…” Jekkiel sighed.
“Just finish deciphering the map within the promised timeframe. If you don’t… well, there will be consequences.”
“Is that so, Jekkiel? While I have you here, I have a proposition.” Vivian said, a sly smile spreading across her lips.
“Oh?”
She casually wiped away a stray drop of blood from her nose.
“Let me watch, and I’ll have the map deciphered by tonight. How about it? It’s a win-win situation.”
Vivian nodded repeatedly, her eyes sparkling.
“Lamias are very experienced, you know. I’m sure we could offer some helpful advice.”
Needless to say, they were promptly kicked out.
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After ensuring no prying Lamia eyes (or ears) could penetrate their defenses, Jekkiel and Christine awkwardly returned to the bed.
It was absurd, but despite the earlier interruption, the atmosphere felt strangely comfortable now.
Christine chuckled softly.
“What a strange situation.”
“We can’t very well let them watch, can we?”
“That’s true, but it’s still strange coming from you.”
“Why, is it wrong for us to want to keep our first experience private?”
Christine fidgeted slightly at his words.
‘Our first experience’… The weight of those words suddenly hit her, and a strange sensation washed over her.
“Should… should we turn off the lights?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jekkiel took a moment to appreciate Christine’s appearance.
She wore only a simple bathrobe, and it was incredibly alluring.
The lingering moisture from her second bath (thanks to the Lamia incident) only made the fabric cling to her curves more prominently, emphasizing her figure.
The forbidden territory normally hidden beneath layers of fabric was now tantalizingly close.
He had always known she was beautiful, but seeing her like this… it was a whole new level of allure.
Jekkiel swallowed nervously.
“Yes. Let’s turn off the lights.”
“Yes… I… I agree…”
Her voice was laced with a warmth he hadn’t heard before.
Christine realized Jekkiel’s eyes had lingered on her for a moment, and her own heart skipped a beat.
They turned off the lights, and Christine slipped back into the bed.
She had thought the darkness would calm her nerves, but it only seemed to amplify her racing heart.
‘We’re vampires…’
The room, designed for their… activities, had a peculiar feature.
Despite being vampires, the moment they turned off the lights, darkness enveloped them.
Vivian’s boasts suddenly made sense.
“I’ll… I’ll do my best.”
“For an interrogator, you seem rather nervous.”
“N-Not at all!”
Christine’s denial was unconvincing, even to her own ears.
Rustle—
The sound of Christine undoing her robe filled the air.
Each movement, each whisper of fabric, sent a shiver down Jekkiel’s spine.
He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to regain his composure.
“Beautiful,” he breathed, unable to help himself.
“W-What do you see? You can’t even see anything!” Christine sputtered, flustered.
“Your red eyes are quite visible, even in the dark.”
It was true.
Vampire eyes possessed a faint red glow.
Christine realized his words held a double meaning, and her gaze sharpened.
Jekkiel chuckled softly, finally removing his own robe and tossing it carelessly to the floor.
“Seems you’re ready for your interrogation.”
“I’m ready to interrogate.”
Christine shifted slightly, her movements unconsciously brushing against Jekkiel.
“Then… let the interrogation… begin.”
And so, it began.
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[Not Vivian trying to watch jekkiel and Christine fuck lmaooooooooo]
Lol, vampires who can’t see in the dark