«I can't believe Shin brought that witch into the house—with Mom's approval, no less!» Yuzu blurts out, clearly annoyed. «He and Hakuto were more than enough!»
She's completely naked, sitting on a small stool in front of the bathroom mirror.
She combs her hair slowly, her body still hot from the long, steamy bath.
Behind her, Rika is still in the tub. She's curled up, with only her nose above the water. Lost in thought.
Her body is so hot the water feels like it's about to boil. Her pussy is even wetter than the bath.
She keeps thinking about Hakuto—the way he fought Chantal.
So serious. So manly.
That feeling still lingers—her body won't calm down.
She rubs her thighs together, trying to calm that sensations.
Trying to force Hakuto out of her head.
But it's useless.
The thoughts keep coming back.
Stronger every time.
More invasive.
More intense.
During dinner, Shin and Kagura explained the reason Chantal showed up so suddenly.
She's a skilled fighter—someone needed to protect the Kurotsuki family.
But the way she was welcomed… it wasn't exactly friendly. Not at all.
«If you're going to talk badly about someone, make sure they're not sitting just one meter away.» Chantal says in her usual impassive tone.
She keeps combing her long red hair. Calm. Unbothered.
«I'm speaking badly of you because you're here!» Yuzu shouts.
She jumps to her feet, clearly pissed off.
But Chantal doesn't even look at her.
She just keeps combing her hair.
«There are three bathrooms in this house! Why do you have to bathe right here?!» Yuzu snaps.
She's clearly trying to provoke her.
«Because your mom and Shin insisted. They want us to spend time together, get familiar and become friends.»
«I'd rather be tortured than be your friend!»
«As you wish,» Chantal murmurs.
She sets the brush down.
And in a flash—she's behind Yuzu.
So fast, Yuzu doesn't even see her move.
Yuzu barely has time to blink before Chantal's breath brushes her neck.
Her hands suddenly grab Yuzu's massive breasts, squeezing and shaking them with surprising force.
Yuzu gasps, caught completely off guard.
«W-What the hell are you doing… you damn witch…!» Yuzu cries out, squirming as she tries to break free.
But she can't.
Then a moan escapes her lips—part pain, part something else—as Chantal's fingers pinch her nipples and begin rubbing them slowly.
«You said you'd rather be tortured, right?» Chantal says, her voice tinged with sadism.
Her right hand leaves Yuzu's breast, but the left remains. Slowly, almost teasingly, her fingers begin sliding downward—painfully slow.
«L-Let me go…!» Yuzu cries out, her cheeks flushing deeper with every second.
Her resistance looks weak now—more like a performance than a serious attempt to break free from Chantal's grip.
Through it all, Rika stays completely absent.
Lost in her own world.
It's like the noise from the other two goes in one ear and out the other.
Finally, Chantal's hand moves lower.
Her middle and ring finger glide over Yuzu's lower belly, then slip between her thighs.
«Y-You're insane…?! Stop touching me like that…!» Yuzu cries, her voice shaking.
But Yuzu's words only fuel Chantal.
Her tongue touches the base of Yuzu's neck, then slowly slides upward.
Yuzu shivers when it reaches her ear, where Chantal begins to nibble gently.
Chantal's left hand keeps a firm grip on Yuzu's massive breast.
Meanwhile, her right hand moves with increasing passion.
Massaging the most intimate parts between Yuzu's thighs, slow at first, then deeper.
«I… I…»
Yuzu meant to threaten her again, but the words freeze in her throat.
Her tongue slips past her lips.
Her body leans forward, helpless.
Chantal doesn't stop—if anything, her movements grow even more intense.
Yuzu's cries become real moans of pleasure.
Chantal's fingers, soaked and glistening, rub deep inside her with firm, steady motions.
Her tongue leaves Yuzu's neck, changing course—now it slowly glides across her cheek instead of heading toward her ear.
Yuzu's groin tightens. Her legs are stiff. Her fists clenched.
Chantal's tongue hovers just above her lip—so close.
Yuzu looks like she's just seconds away from climaxing…
Then, all of a sudden, Chantal pulls away.
Her hands let go of Yuzu's body in one swift motion.
She steps back at the very last second, leaving Yuzu in breathless, torturous frustration.
Yuzu's legs give out, her strength disappears all at once.
She drops to her knees, breathing hard—like she's just finished a long, exhausting run.
She doesn't say a word.
Her eyes stay fixed on the floor, like she's too ashamed to even glance at Chantal.
«For a succubus, there's no torture worse than this,» Chantal says coldly.
Her voice drips with wickedness as she looks down at Yuzu, trembling and slumped at her feet. «I hope you learned your lesson. Otherwise, next time I'll go even harder.»
Than, she sits back on the stool and calmly resumes brushing her hair—like nothing happened.
♡♡♡
KNOCK! KNOCK!
«Come in,» John Hawkley—the Marquis Velshekar—says.
He sits in a padded leather chair, focused on papers spread across a large wooden desk.
His office is lavish, inside a massive villa near New York.
Oliver quietly steps inside.
«B-Boss, I came to give you an update on the two hybrid girls,» Oliver murmurs.
His voice trembles with fear.
John slowly lifts his eyes from the paperwork and stares at Oliver in silence.
«Frank and I contacted our infiltrators inside HESPARC's main divisions. We didn't find much, but someone from the French branch mentioned a strange transfer. Director Vincent Carreaux's daughter—Chantal Carreaux—was sent to a private high school in Ashiya, Japan. Tsugumi High. No family went with her. Our Japanese contact knows nothing.»
«Chantal Carreaux…» John repeats.
«It's not the first time I've heard that name. Strange, isn't it? Someone with her talent, transferred so far away without explanation.
Maybe academic reasons… but still. That's the territory of that vampire—Itzu Chihane—right?»
Oliver nods.
«Yes, boss. I contacted him too. He didn't mention anything strange about Chantal… just said she's a total asshole.»
John sighs.
«That vampire's strong, but he couldn't find ice on top of the Himalayas.»
He pauses for a moment, thinking.
«…Ana Garroza. If I'm not wrong, she should be the right age to attend that High School. Send her there right away.»
«Yes, boss!»