Chapter 104: “You Know I’m More Than Enough To Satisfy Him”

Now about two weeks later after the encounter with the spider-like monster at Chiyo’s school, an ordinary afternoon unfolded in Rin’s living room.

The apartment was modest and typical of a middle-class family in Tokyo — not large or luxurious, just a comfortable three-bedroom unit on the third floor of a quiet residential building.

The living room had simple beige walls, a worn but clean sofa facing a modest TV stand, and a low wooden coffee table cluttered with game controllers and empty drink cans.

Sunlight filtered through half-drawn curtains, casting warm rectangular patches on the wooden floor.

The kitchen area was small and open to the living space, with basic counters and a rice cooker humming softly. Rin wasn’t from a rich family, so the furnishings were practical and second-hand in places.

Money came mostly from the books he anonymously wrote about his monster fights and encounters.

Chris helped publish and sell them at Comiket — the massive comic market where crowds gathered.

Chris’s androgynous beauty drew huge attention; both boys and girls flocked to the booth whenever the golden-haired figure appeared, boosting sales significantly.

It provided enough steady income to cover rent and daily needs without extravagance.

Dracula sat relaxed on the couch, his long black coat draped over the armrest, silver-streaked hair catching the afternoon light as he held Rin’s tablet with elegant fingers.

His posture was aristocratic even while lounging, legs crossed as he tapped the screen, playing a strategy game with focused intensity.

The faint sounds of digital battles and soft background music filled the quiet room, contrasting with the distant city hum outside the window.

Then Chris walked in from the hallway, his golden hair neatly styled, glasses reflecting the light as he carried a small stack of papers.

Dracula glanced up without pausing the game and asked, his rich, aristocratic voice smooth and curious,

"What’s with the noise back there? And where’s Rin and the others?"

The vampire lord’s tone carried mild amusement, one eyebrow raised as he tilted his head backward to the room, where faint rhythmic thumps, muffled moans, and the occasional creak of furniture drifted down from the upper floor.

Chris replied with a casual shrug, setting the papers on the coffee table as he sank into the armchair opposite. "Rin’s undergoing his maintenance."

The words were delivered matter-of-factly, but the slight curve of his lips hinted at the true meaning —

Rin was currently having sex with the girls in his room, replenishing his lewd meter after recent exertions.

The sounds back there grew momentarily louder —

a sharp feminine moan followed by a deeper groan — confirming the activity without needing further explanation.

Chris continued, leaning back as he adjusted his glasses. "He just fought Inferna’s sister, which brought his lewd meter really low.

So they’re helping him with his maintenance right now."

The explanation painted a clear picture: the intense battle had drained Rin’s special energy reserves, and Inferna, Muganda, Karen, and Yuri were all upstairs taking turns or working together to restore him through repeated, passionate sessions.

Chris’s voice remained neutral, but his eyes sparkled with quiet fondness as he imagined the scene —

bodies entwined, skin flushed, the girls competing playfully for Rin’s attention in the bedroom.

Then Dracula replied, a playful smirk tugging at his lips as he paused the game and set the tablet aside.

"He’s making use of all of them?"

The vampire lord’s tone was teasing, his silver-streaked hair shifting as he tilted his head, clearly meaning whether all the girls were participating together in satisfying Rin.

His elegant fingers drummed on the couch arm, the question laced with genuine curiosity and a hint of amusement at the human’s stamina and the girls’ devotion.

Chris replied, a small smile breaking through his usual composure.

"Well, they all wanted to participate."

He pictured the scene back there — Inferna’s fiery passion, Muganda’s composed yet intense loyalty, Karen’s eager energy, and Yuri’s clingy enthusiasm — all focused on Rin in a tangled, pleasurable pile of limbs and moans.

The sounds drifting down occasionally supported the image, a symphony of gasps and rhythmic movements that made the apartment feel warmer than usual.

Then Dracula said jokingly, his voice dropping into a sultry, teasing register as he smiled with elegant fangs glinting.

"Hmmm... you know I’m more than enough to satisfy him."

He implied he could change his form into an endowed, sexy lady if needed, his androgynous beauty making the offer both playful and genuinely tempting.

The vampire lord leaned back, crossing his legs with fluid grace, clearly enjoying the banter as he watched Chris’s reaction.

Chris responded, shaking his head with a soft chuckle, his cheeks tinting slightly.

"If that would be necessary then I wouldn’t mind helping him with that also... but Rin’s not like that." He meant Rin wasn’t particularly inclined toward male partners, even though the boy sometimes joked about Chris joining the maintenance sessions.

Chris had occasionally entertained the idea himself — his loyalty ran deep — but he usually took Rin’s comments as light-hearted teasing rather than serious invitations.

The conversation flowed easily between them, the afternoon sunlight warming the modest living room as they spoke.

Then Chris said, his voice thoughtful as he glanced toward the rooms where the sounds continued,

"And I think Rin’s really starting to enjoy the pleasure lately, other than before when he did it with no expression."

He had noticed the change — Rin used to approach the maintenance sessions with a blank, almost mechanical detachment, treating them as pure necessity to stabilize his lewd meter.

Lately, however, subtle shifts had appeared: genuine moans, lingering touches, and moments where Rin’s usual stoic mask cracked with visible pleasure. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

The girls’ dedication and the growing emotional bonds were slowly drawing him out, making the acts feel less like chores and more like shared enjoyment.

Chris’s words carried quiet observation, a small smile playing on his lips as he reflected on how Rin was slowly opening up to the sensations and connections.

The modest apartment felt alive with quiet domesticity despite the explicit activity.

The middle-class space — functional furniture, simple decorations, and the faint smell of recent cooking — reflected Rin’s grounded life.

Money from the anonymous books sold at Comiket kept things stable, Chris’s beauty drawing crowds that turned the publications into reliable earners.

Down here, Dracula and Chris continued their casual conversation, the contrast between the calm living room and the passionate noises from above creating a strangely harmonious atmosphere in the home they all shared.