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Chapter 442: Racist Zamira
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Chapter 442: Racist Zamira


The twins stared atin shock, as if they couldn’t believe their ears.


"WE DARE NOT!! THAT’S PUNISHABLE BY DEATH!" they shouted in unison.


I looked at them, confused, not quite understanding what they meant. Seeing my confusion, they both sighed softly.


"We did something terrible. The truth is, we were fond of you and wanted to get closer. But no matter how hard we tried, you never paid us any attention. We couldn’t even approach you because you always seemed angry. So, we used his majesty as a stepping stone to get closer. Later, we realized how stupid that idea was..." Nala said, looking down.


I wasn’t surprised by their words. How could they not get close to a womanizer likewhen they’re such gorgeous model-tier girls? While I was out there cucking the guards that their wives were bringing them lunch on duty.


"Look, I could tell from how many times you two approachedwhile with the old man. The way you looked atgave it away. It was obvious you had an agenda. I wouldn’t have respected either of you if the old man had smashed, though. And I’ll be pissed if either of you gets pregnant and decides to abort it. Also, we’ll always have unprotected sex," I said.


"We understand, your highness."


"Y-You mean you wouldn’t have rated us if we had slept with the old man?" Maya asked quietly.


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"Yes," I nodded.


"B-But his majesty told us the story about you taking her royal majesty from him. He admitted it was his fault—but since she was once the Queen, does that mean you also don’t rate her because she was once with his majesty?" Maya asked.


"Maya!" Nala interjected sharply.


My face burned with embarrassment. Maya hadin a chokehold, and there was no easy way out.


"That’s a completely different situation. It’s not like you two were actually interested in the old man. You only wanted to use him as a means to get closer, it’s not the sas her majesty," I explained, defending my logic. Surprisingly, they accepted my reasoning.


"We understand. We’ll go and clean ourselves."


Nodding, I left the old man Duke’s chamber.


{Master, don’t you think you were a bit soft on those girls?}


I know, Mimi. I don’t plan to add them to my harem. To me, they’re opportunists, willing to do anything to achieve their goals. I’m only there for the thrill of using them. That’s why I didn’t care much. Even though the old man can’t get it up, they’d still find ways to please him. Those girls exist for pleasure, nothing more. I’m keeping them around because they’re the only ones keeping the old man sane.


And if you’re worried about the pregnancy talk, don’t be. It’s all part of the mind game. I said that so they’d think they have a chance and stay attached to the old man, as long as I keep rewarding them with my dick. If I told them the truth, they’d leave—and the old man would lose it.


{Ah... Master, so your ejaculation was impotent.}


Yeah. I can’t afford to get those opportunists pregnant. They’re only meant for pleasure. In other words, they’re tools to be used, kek.


{...}


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As I returned to my residence, I found Zamira sitting outside, a few feet from the blood moon tree. That sight instantly remindedwhy I’d left the house in the first place.


"Look, I know you’re worried abo—"


"It’s fine. I understand you’re not an average vampire. I was just worried about you. Besides, I think the ban on planting blood moon fruits should be abolished. They’re essential to vampires. We just need to educate people about overconsumption," Zamira interrupted while I sat beside her.


"I’ll look into it. That shouldn’t be a problem."


"Thank you. So, how’s your relationship with my mom?" Zamira suddenly asked.


I froze, feeling saliva gather in my throat. It remindedof the squestion Misty once asked me.


"We’re progressing," I answered truthfully.


"Do you two plan to have a child?" Zamira asked again. Her eyes were calm, completely unreadable. I couldn’t tell what was on her mind. I wanted to use my mind-read skill but refrained because I’d sworn to use it only under certain conditions.


"We don’t have any plans for that. We haven’t even discussed it. Knowing her, she probably doesn’t want one. She’s too obsessed with her research," I admitted, and Zamira let out a soft sigh.


"I see..."


"Why do you ask, though?"


"I was just curious. Even though it’s normal for us vampires to be in that kind of love circle, I still find it strange. I now see her more as a competitor," Zamira confessed.


"It’s normal to feel that way. Still, I don’t think Zunda’s interested in that sort of thing. She just wants to focus on her research in peace," I reassured her.


"Thanks for the comforting words. Let’s go inside," Zamira said, standing up. We both headed in and sat in the living room.


"Amber went into one of the rooms, and as for Zagrath, she probably got back through the window, considering how sneaky she is," Zamira sighed as she lay on the couch, resting her head on my lap.


"You trained her to be like that. You’re like both a mother and a sister to her. Before I calong, she only had you. No matter how you see it or how she acts, she holds you in high regard and truly cares about you," I said.


"Really?!" Zamira’s eyes widened. I nodded.


"I see..." she murmured, then suddenly took my hand and placed it gently on her stomach. With her other hand, she grabbed the remote and turned on the holographic TV.


"Rub my stomach. You should play more often with the little one," Zamira whispered, her cheeks turning red.


"Also, why don’t you bring Xander over? I want to see her!" she added, her tone turning serious.


"Really? Ahh... I was actually thinking about relocating her and her mom permanently back to Earth. I guess I’ll bring Xander to see you then," I replied sheepishly.


"By the way, time’s running. How long do you plan to sulk on Earth? I don’t think the pact the old man made with the humans is even valid anymore. They don’t seem to care that you haven’t been around lately. Either way, it feels like slavery. It should be the other way around—not those short-lived, livestock humans binding my husband with a clause," Zamira said, her expression firm.


Just then, something shocking appeared on the TV screen.