My Horny Stepmom Turns Me into Her Vampire Slave-Chapter 38: The real training

The second day of training.

Isabelle adjusts the number of laps around the island based on their performance the first day.

Mia’s laps are increased to twenty-three, while Chris and Zaira’s are lowered to nineteen and sixteen.

All three manage to finish by late afternoon.

The third day of training.

Isabelle increases everyone’s laps by two, but all three still manage to finish in the same time as the previous day.

The fourth day of training.

The number of laps stays the same, and the three finish them by early afternoon. The exhaustion of the first day is now a distant memory. That same night, Zaira sneaks into Chris’s bedroom for the first time since training began — and this time, he doesn’t turn her away out of exhaustion. Quite the opposite.

And once again, Mia wakes up in the middle of the night to go to the kitchen for a sip of water.

"Those two depraved maniacs never change..." she mutters with disdain.

And yet she lingers far longer than she should.

Zaira’s intense moans and Chris’s strained breaths as he thrusts into her keep her ear pressed against the door.

Wild, passionate sounds that stir something deep inside her. She feels the heat build and the wetness spread, until her right hand drifts down almost unconsciously.

Just as her fingers are about to slip between her drenched pussy, a moment of clarity snaps her out of it, and she rushes away, whispering curses.

Now, halfway through the penultimate day of training, all four are sitting at the table for lunch. It’s only noon, and they’ve already finished their laps.

"Well done, soldiers — all of you. Not only have you halved your time, you’re far less exhausted than before. So lively you even train at night."

A cold shiver runs down Chris’s back at the jab clearly aimed at him.

Still... four days ago she caught me in bed with Zaira, and she still hasn’t punished me. Could it be she finally got tired of that whole sex slave thing? I hope so... because otherwise she’ll make me pay for everything with interest once we’re back in New York...

"Well then, now that you’ve rested, we can finally move on to the real training!"

R-Real training...? Something even harder than all those laps around the island? I have a bad feeling...

That bad feeling grows when Isabelle leads them across the island to the farthest point from the villa. Now they’re surrounded by nothing but sand, tropical trees, and sea.

"So, Isabelle, what exactly is this ’real training’? No need to remind you we just ran over a hundred kilometers an hour ago," Mia grumbles.

She hasn’t complained once during these days of hard training, but she knows Isabelle far too well. She’s more than capable of making them do something that would make those twenty laps feel like a walk.

In response, Isabelle extends her arm to the side. A large blood sword forms in her hand, and a crimson storm erupts around her.

"Your second training today will be to land a hit on me. Three against one, and I’ll only defend. I won’t attack, so you’ll have all the time you need to come up with a strategy. I won’t dodge either — every one of your attacks will land. Simple, right? You have until sunset — about five hours. Any questions?"

Silence.

"I said: any questions?"

"No, ma’am!"

"Perfect. Oh, I almost forgot — there are no rules or limits. Use whatever weapons you have. Mia, feel free to unleash the full power of the Tear of Azkarith. And you, Chris... figure out how to awaken your Innatus. These past days of training were meant to build your endurance and improve your control over your Sanguis energy — two key elements to make the most of your powers. Now then... let the training begin!"

"Pff... five hours? This’ll be over in a minute!" Zaira says proudly.

Then she turns to Chris and Mia.

"I’m going to hit her with my strongest attack! A spell so powerful it can level a building in an instant! I’ll need time to prepare it, but she said she won’t attack or dodge. Victory is already ours! Stay back unless you want to get caught in it!"

Chris and Mia take a few steps back. Their eyes stay on Zaira, though they don’t expect much.

Large violet wings unfurl from the succubus’s back, and an intense aura surrounds her. She raises her arms toward Isabelle, and two spheres of energy form in her hands. They expand rapidly, merging into a single massive sphere that keeps growing until it’s nearly three meters wide.

Chris and Mia step back again — not by choice this time, but pushed by the overwhelming surge of energy from Zaira’s spell. Even the sand around her is swept away, rising into a sandstorm.

The enormous sphere pulses and crackles, as if she might lose control at any moment. It takes her nearly a minute of effort and focus to stabilize it.

"And with this, the training ends! GOOOOOO!"

The sphere shoots toward Isabelle at full speed, carving a deep trench into the ground as it passes.

And yet, Isabelle doesn’t move a muscle. She doesn’t even try to stop it.

"So, Isabelle... realized you can’t defend yourself against my incredible attack and decided to give up already, huh?"

"Zaira, you’re such an idiot..." Mia mutters.

And then... WOOOSH!

Just before impact, Isabelle dissolves Zaira’s most powerful attack by releasing a small fraction of her Sanguis energy.

The succubus drops to her knees, stunned and embarrassed by how badly she just made herself look in front of the others.

"Ugh... that’s not fair!" Zaira whines, almost in tears.

"Well, brother, I’d say it’s our turn now."

"Yeah... let’s try not to look as pathetic as Zaira. Though that’ll be hard to beat."

"I can hear you!" the succubus grumbles.

Mia shapes her blood into her usual large scythe, while Chris forms a katana.

Isabelle points her greatsword at them.

"Come on, bring it on!"