My Horny Stepmom Turns Me into Her Vampire Slave-Chapter 7: Mia’s big heart

"Are you sure you don’t need a hand, Mia? Your legs are so shaky I don’t even know how you’re still standing."

"N-No, Chris — but thanks anyway. I’m used to it — using Azkarith’s Flames always leaves me like this. Unfortunately I’m still not strong enough to control them without paying the price. A good night’s sleep and I’ll be fine."

"If you say so... how the hell do you put up with Zaira? She’s always glued to you and glares at anyone who comes near you — especially me! Are you sure there’s nothing going on between you two? I know it might be embarrassing to talk about, but I’m your stepbrother — I’d never judge you."

"If there was something, I would’ve told you, right? Zaira and I have been friends since we were kids. She’s always been like that. Her family — the Narkhalis — is the royal house of the demonic kingdom of Ravessia, longtime allies of the Valakis. Our families often held banquets to strengthen the alliance. That’s where we first met. When she found out I had fled to Earth, she came here right away. She gave up a life of luxury just to stay by my side, and I’ll always be grateful for that. She’s also the reason I managed to recover after watching my family slaughtered before my eyes. Sure, sometimes she overdoes it, but I wouldn’t change her for anything. She’s my closest friend. I couldn’t live without her. That’s why I want you two to get along. You’re both very important to me, and seeing you argue all the time is exhausting."

"She’s the one who keeps attacking me!"

Chris freezes as Mia’s last words sink in.

"Wait... I’m one of the most important people in your life?"

Mia gives him a puzzled look.

"What kind of question is that? You’re my brother! You shouldn’t even have to ask!"

"Y-Yeah, you’re probably right... it’s just you’d never said it before, so hearing it now feels a little strange. Now that I know the truth about you and Isabelle, can you tell me the real reason you adopted me? At this point I guess it was so someone could serve you, like back when you lived in the royal castle. Don’t worry — I won’t be offended. Whatever the reason, I’m just grateful you took me out of that moldy old orphanage."

"It’s nothing like that. Where I come from, adoption the way you understand it doesn’t exist. That’s why, when I heard there was a chance to help someone left alone, I didn’t hesitate. The orphanage caretaker told us your parents died in a car accident and that you survived almost miraculously. In a way, it’s similar to what happened to me. I also saw my parents die before my eyes. I wanted you to have a second chance at a new life, just like I did. That’s all."

Chris’s eyes well up and he almost can’t breathe. A gentle smile spreads across his face as he looks at Mia with affection and gratitude.

Mia... she’s the kindest and sweetest girl in the world. Becoming part of her life is the best thing that ever happened to me, and the mere thought that someone might hurt her... I... I won’t allow it. I’ll protect her no matter the cost!

"By the way, Chris. About what I wanted to tell you in private—"

But before she can finish, her legs give out.

Mia collapses forward, but Chris catches her just before she hits the asphalt.

"T-Thanks, Chris..."

Mia tries to start walking again, but he stops her.

"Do you have to smash your face on the ground before asking for help?"

"You’re the man — you’re supposed to offer, not wait for me to ask. What kind of gentleman are you?" Mia jokes.

"Fair enough."

Chris turns around and bends his knees slightly.

"Come on, hop on — your faithful steed will carry you home."

"Pff... you’re such a dork... but I’ll take it."

Mia wraps her arms around his neck and jumps onto his back, and Chris grabs her under the thighs to support her.

What was supposed to be a simple act of chivalry quickly turns into an awkward disaster Chris didn’t anticipate.

His heart starts pounding the moment Mia presses against him. He can feel her full breasts pressing against his back far too clearly.

As if that weren’t enough, she’s only wearing a short skirt and knee-high stockings. Chris’s fingers rest directly against her bare thighs as he holds her up.

A combination with inevitable consequences — all too visible beneath his light shorts.

With both hands occupied, there’s nothing he can do to hide it. If he could, he’d sink into the ground from embarrassment.

But Mia is even more embarrassed than he is.

"I’ll pretend I didn’t see anything, you shameless pervert."

"I-It’s not my fault! Besides, take it as a compliment — it means I think you’re beautiful. Anyway, before you collapsed you were about to tell me something important, right?"

"Y-Yes... I wanted to talk to you about what I caught you and that pervert Isabelle doing..."

Those words instantly bring back memories of the night before. The image of Isabelle with her legs spread and his face between them makes him even harder.

"Damn it, Chris — you’re unbelievable! You’re getting excited just talking about it!"

"We’re not exactly talking about apple pie recipes here! Of course certain things affect me — any guy would react like this! If it bothers you, just close your eyes."

Mia takes the advice immediately.

She squeezes her eyes shut, though from time to time she cracks them open to sneak a quick glance downward, checking if Chris’s raging problem has finally calmed down.

Yet she peeks a little too often for that to be the only reason.

"I-I was saying... those things you did with her... had you ever done them before, or was it your first time?"

"No, of course I’d done them before — I’m eighteen."

"And... did you like it?"

"Let’s be honest — there isn’t a guy who wouldn’t enjoy having his head between the thighs of a sexy woman like her. Why all these questions?"

"N-Nothing. I just wanted to make sure that depraved woman didn’t force you to do something you didn’t want to do... And anyway, just because you’re eighteen doesn’t mean anything! It’s not like every eighteen-year-old is a sex expert!"

Why did she get so worked up over that?! Oh right, Isabelle told me Mia is still a virgin. And it’s definitely not because no one wants her — at school there’s a line of guys who’d sell their souls for one night with her. I wonder why...

"Let me ask you something — does sex scare you that much?"

Mia instantly turns bright red.

"W-What kind of question is that?! Of course not! I don’t care if all the girls my age have already lost their virginity! I’m a princess, and above all a girl raised with proper morals! My parents would turn in their graves if they knew their only surviving daughter was throwing herself at some random pretty boy! And anyway, end of discussion — I don’t want to talk about this kind of stuff anymore!"

But she’s the one who brought it up...

They walk the last stretch in awkward silence. Chris’s erection hasn’t faded for even a moment.

When they reach home, Isabelle is already waiting for them.

She’s wearing only a thong and a loose white tank top. She isn’t wearing a bra, and her huge breasts spill out at the sides.

Chris’s eyes nearly pop at the sight of her stiff nipples pressing against the fabric.

"Oh, you’re finally home, my sweet Chris. I was about to come looking for you. I’ve been waiting all day for this... the moment my cute little sex slave makes me come!"

"After the photo you sent me today, I couldn’t wait to get home either," Chris admits.

Mia stares at them in disbelief.

"Damn, you two are shameless perverts. At least try not to make too much noise — I have to study for tomorrow’s test..."

Isabelle flashes a bold, mischievous grin.

"Oh, don’t count on that, princess."