Reincarnated as the Vampire Princess' Familiar-Chapter 6 - 5 - A truly bizarre way to make me strongert

«Et voilà! Here we are at the exclusive training center for the Valakys family!» Ayra declares with excessive enthusiasm—she's probably been waiting years for this moment. We arrived instantly, thanks to her impressive teleportation magic. At least she's useful for something...

Honestly, for a royal family-exclusive training center... I expected something more impressive. It's just a dirt arena, much smaller than the one where I fought, and completely empty except for a heavy metal door. It's probably just for decoration since Ayra always teleports—and I assume other vampires do the same.

«Absolutely stunning...» I remark, attempting to sound genuinely impressed. Judging by her irritated expression, I clearly missed the mark.

«Do you remember what old Viktor Dulcar said about the Blood Words?» Ayra asks in an interrogative tone.

«Of course, I remember,» I respond firmly.

Shortly before we reached the conference hall and were swarmed by reporters, Viktor Dulcar, a rather creepy old vampire, stopped us. He was adamant about meeting me—the only one to have recognized and appreciated my merits. He said something like, «Now that you possess the Visanguis, you'll have to study the Blood Words to uphold your mistress's name,» or something along those lines. From what I understand, Blood Words are just a fancy term for spells cast using Sanguis magic—the vampires' red magic.

«Perfect, then...» With a snap of her fingers, Ayra's clothes vanish like black smoke swept away by the wind, leaving her... completely naked! My eyes nearly pop out of their sockets, my jaw drops, and my tongue practically rolls onto the ground. Even the first time we met, she was like this, but I wasn't exactly lucid—I'd just woken up after being killed, which isn't something you experience every day—and the room was shrouded in darkness. But now... illuminated by the crimson light of the Maius Moon... I see her! I see everything! Her breasts, which I am hopelessly in love with, her toned thighs, her perfect hips, and... everything else! What the... What kind of training is this supposed to be?! Is this her brilliant idea?! Staying naked?! Not that I mind, honestly... but it's definitely not going to make me stronger, just more aroused!

At that moment, I start to feel... something. Something powerful, barely containable, pressing beneath my skin. Something immense... And no, it's not that—not just that—but the same energy that surged through me during the fight with Gerard—only now it feels even stronger. Wait a second... I activated the Visanguis thinking about Ayra's breasts, but now that she's revealed her entire magnificent self, my thoughts are getting even... dirtier!!!

«It seems my idea worked! I'm a true genius,» Ayra exclaims, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. Without even realizing it, a dense violet flame begins to blaze around my body. I can feel the energy boiling within me, coursing through every fiber of my being, every cell. This is amazing! I feel incredible!

«Open your eyes, Lyon, and memorize. Memorize every single curve of my body, every detail. The way my hair falls on my back and my chest, the shape of my hips, my thighs. It all needs to be burned into your mind! Only then will you serve me properly.» Ayra's voice is the most seductive I've ever heard as her hands press against her breasts, squeezing them in front of my disbelieving eyes, then slide down to her hips, posing as provocatively as a nude model in front of a photographer capturing her beauty.

«Y-Yeah... I'm memorizing everything,» I murmur, my eyes glued to her like iron beads to a magnet—a very sexy magnet. My entire body trembles from head to toe, like jelly on a tray carried by a clumsy waiter, partly from the immense energy surging through me, but—no, mostly—because of Ayra. Thank heavens I didn't end up in paradise after dying; I'm sure these visions would be strictly forbidden there!

«Now that you've managed to manifest your energy, we can proceed with the real training,» Ayra's voice grows noticeably serious. «First, we—»

—BOOM. The heavy metal door of the training center slams open and shuts again with a deafening thud as Levreshka Valakys and her familiar—Gerard—make their entrance in the most... bizarre, no, unsettling way possible.

Gerard is on all fours, completely naked except for a thin black leather thong and harnessed with chains resembling bridles. Meanwhile, Levreshka—dressed in her usual succubus-loli outfit—is riding him. Seeing a girl who looks no older than thirteen sitting so dominantly atop a man ten times her size is... truly strange.

Judging by the numerous bleeding gashes covering Gerard's body, he clearly hasn't had it easy since our fight. That thousand-lashes threat obviously wasn't an empty one... I don't envy him at all!

«Y-You witch! What the hell are you doing here?!» Levreshka exclaims, spotting Ayra in the middle of the training center. It's incredible how she remains completely unfazed by Ayra being entirely naked—evidently, nudity must really be a routine in this world. Gerard, however, starts spraying blood from his nose like a fire hydrant. Having only been here a month, he probably hasn't adjusted to these particularly libertine customs. I can't blame him...

«This should be my question!» Ayra snaps, visibly irritated. «You've got some nerve pretending to use the training center! I outrank you on the leaderboard, so I'm in charge! Now scram!»

The second-to-last bragging about being above the last place... Ayra's ego truly knows no bounds.

At that moment, something happens. A red circle suddenly forms on the ground next to us. It's made up of several concentric rings filled with strange magical symbols I've never seen before. Then, a blinding red flash follows, and... who are these two?

Right after the flash, where the magic circle had been, two individuals now stand. The first is an older man, short and scrawny, with distinctly Asian features—clearly a human. Beside him is... a bombshell dressed in a short, skimpy red outfit that perfectly accentuates her curves—curves I'd swear are even more voluptuous than Ayra's. She also looks older than Ayra. Her bright red hair, streaked with black on the sides, is tied into a long ponytail.

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«Just what we needed, Sasha...» grumbles Levreshka, visibly annoyed.

«Yeah, as if you weren't enough, now we've got her too...» Ayra chimes in, equally displeased.

«Oh dear, it seems the training center is quite crowded today,» Sasha sneers with a mischievous smile.