My stepsisters are sexy demons, and I must protect them-Chapter 94: Are you happy, my dear daughter?

«Get away from him right now, Lucrezia! You’ve already used your Big Bro Ticket, and I don’t remember giving you any extras!» Yuzu grumbles, glaring menacingly at Lucrezia.

«Stop acting like a jealous sister! You’re always with him, and this is only the second time I see him outside school! Let me cling to my savior a little longer—he’s flying back to America tomorrow morning!» Lucrezia fires back, holding tightly onto Hakuto’s arm while Yuzu dangles from the other.

~Yeah... these five days in Rome flew by... I’d really love to stay with them, but I can’t let my father go on such a dangerous mission alone...~

Hakuto, with Lucrezia and Yuzu clinging to either arm, walks casually along Via dei Fori Imperiali—the historic Roman road connecting the Colosseum to Piazza Venezia.

It’s a mini sightseeing break he’s taken after school—he couldn’t leave Rome without admiring its countless historical landmarks.

Rika and Chantal follow closely behind, staring him down like two growling bloodhounds, ready to punish him if he dares take advantage of Lucrezia’s closeness.

Elisabeth, meanwhile, walks slightly apart from the group.

She keeps her pace slower on purpose, a cigarette hanging from her lips and her gaze clouded with a touch of melancholy.

There haven’t been any fights or issues between her and the other girls—in fact, they’ve done their best to welcome her.

But deep down, she still feels like an outsider.

The last to join.

Always one step behind in conversations, especially when they laugh about shared memories or discuss things she clearly knows nothing about.

«I’ve told you a thousand times the cigarette smoke doesn’t bother us. No need to walk so far back,» Hakuto says with a friendly smile, glancing toward Elisabeth out of the corner of his eye.

«Speak for yourself! It bothers me!» Yuzu cuts in, only to be silenced by a light elbow from Hakuto.

«Come on, don’t be shy. We’re not going to bite,» Rika encourages her.

Unlike her sister, she’s noticed the discomfort and sense of isolation Elisabeth is feeling.

Rika slows down slightly—moves beside Elisabeth and links arms with her.

Even Chantal, moved by an unusual wave of compassion, joins in and links arms with her too.

«Girls, it’s fine. I can walk on my own...» Elisabeth murmurs, giving a faint, embarrassed smile.

Clearly not someone used to this kind of group affection—even if she’s starting to understand that physical closeness is this group’s trademark.

«Quit whining! And besides, you’re walking way too slow, you know? At this pace, we won’t even see half of what we planned!» Chantal grumbles—more teasing than scolding, the way one talks to a friend.

Elisabeth smiles and nods.

«You’re right, sorry... I can’t risk Hakuto missing out on the wonders of this city because of me.»

Hakuto lets out the faintest smile—he’d been worried that, being the bridge between Elisabeth and the others, she might drift away from them after his departure for America.

But this strange bond Chantal is showing toward her is enough to put his fears to rest.

«Girls, what do you say we stop for some gelato?» Hakuto suggests.

♡♡♡

–PLIC... PLIC...

The steady dripping of liquid echoes through the wide living room of an ancient villa, hidden away on the desolate Greek island of Kinaros in the Aegean Sea.

Aside from that sound, there’s only the faint, ongoing moaning of someone in pain.

Ana Garroza, completely naked and dazed, hangs from the ceiling like a slaughtered animal left to bleed dry.

Her wrists are bound tightly with metal cords, her body swinging slightly.

She’s covered in dozens of deep cuts, each one dripping blood nonstop.

Beneath her, a wide golden basin about a meter in diameter sits on the marble floor.

It’s etched with countless magical runes that glow faintly violet.

Right now, it’s about half full.

All of Ana’s blood is being collected into that basin, drip by drip, for five full days now.

Raelos, lying naked on a plush leather couch right in front of her, stares at her impatiently.

His foot taps the floor nervously, as if caught in a tic.

Suddenly, another sound overlaps with the dripping and Ana’s faint groans.

The prolonged chime of a grandfather clock rings through the villa.

At that signal, Raelos rises from the couch.

He unties Ana—her body on the verge of collapsing from the massive blood loss—and cradles her in his arms.

With great care, he lays her down on the same couch where he had just been sitting.

She doesn’t even have the strength to keep her eyes open.

Her blood is drained to the absolute limit, her breath shallow, her heartbeat weak.

«I know you’re in pain, my beloved daughter...» Raelos murmurs with genuine sorrow, brushing her hair. «...but this is all necessary to locate Hakuto Tendo. You’re suffering because of my failure as a father—if I had raised you myself, you would’ve known about the ritual that strengthens the bond between a succubus and her Soulmate. But it’s too late for regrets now...»

Those words reach Ana’s clouded mind like a distant echo.

Her lips twitch into a faint smile at the mention of Hakuto’s name.

Raelos leans down toward her.

He opens his mouth wide, and a thick, glistening tongue slides out—dripping with a sticky, violet-tinged pink saliva.

It touches Ana’s foot, licks across her sole, between her toes.

His hands grope her large breasts, squeezing them with force.

The tongue glides up her calf, lingers on her smooth, toned thigh.

Then it moves higher.

It slips between her legs, entering her completely, licking her pussy with fervent hunger.

The tongue climbs up her abdomen, then reaches her breasts.

It teases her nipples with the tip, bites them hard enough to draw blood—then licks them again.

Ana remains completely limp, overwhelmed by Raelos’s magic and the trauma of blood loss.

His tongue roam over her arms, armpits, neck—covering every inch of her skin with that shimmering saliva.

Finally, the tongue enters her mouth.

Within minutes, all her wounds seal completely, and her blood volume restores to normal.

She slowly begins to regain consciousness, emerging from the haze—though she’s far from strong.

The moment he notices this, Raelos resumes kissing her, gripping her sides.

He pulls her against him with force—his erection painfully large and hard, barely able to enter her.

Fresh blood spills from the torn flesh inside her, ripped open by the violent thrust.

«You really are a good daughter, you know that?» Raelos whispers with heavy breath. «The best a father could hope for. I’m so glad we’re reunited. I won’t ever leave your side again. We’re already halfway to collecting the blood needed for the ritual. If nothing goes wrong, in one more week, we’ll finally rid ourselves of your Soulmate. Then you’ll be mine alone... Are you happy, my dear daughter?»

Ana’s eyes, lifeless and hollow, well up with tears.

Her lips tremble.

«N-No...» she answers faintly, as a thin stream of tears flows down her cheeks.

Raelos freezes, his gaze darkening with rising fury.

«I don’t think I heard you right. What did you just say!» he snaps, grabbing her hair and pulling her face close to his.

In that moment, the dazed numbness caused by Raelos’s magic seems to loosen just enough for Ana to reclaim a fragment of her will.

«LEAVE ME ALONE! STOP IT! STOP! I DON’T WANT TO SEE YOU EVER AGAIN! I HATE YOU!»

Ana explodes in a scream, raw and piercing—a burst of all the pain and torment bottled up during her captivity.

She presses her hands to his chest, pushing with all her strength, though it’s not even enough to budge him.

Raelos’s fury erupts in full.

He grabs her by the neck.

His grip tightens until her airway is crushed and her head nearly scrapes the ceiling.

She coughs up blood, violently.

«You’ve said some truly hurtful things—words a daughter should never speak to her father. They’ve wounded me deeply. And it’s a father’s duty to punish his child when she shows such disrespect.»

Ana kicks and struggles.

She scratches at his arm, but it’s useless—he’s too strong.

She’s still too weak to cast magic.

Raelos’s grip tightens even more.

«Your voice is truly sweet, my daughter. So soft, so sensual... But when you use it to hurl such cruel words, it becomes useless. If all you can do with your lovely voice is insult your father, then perhaps it’s better you stay silent for a while...»

And then...

A new scream from Ana, brief, just a second long before it’s snuffed out.

It’s silenced as if her vocal cords have burst into flames, replaced by a gush of blood and vomit.

Her body convulses in violent spasms.

Powerful electric shocks surge from her neck, spreading through her limbs.

Blood leaks from every orifice—mouth, ears, nose, anus, and the torn intimate place.

She still hangs, suspended in the air by Raelos.

«Until now, to collect your blood I’ve only opened small cuts on the less sensitive parts of your body. That way, the pain was kept to a minimum... But it seems you don’t deserve that kind of mercy.»

Finally, Raelos hangs her back up with little care.

All of it lands, drop by drop, into the golden basin carved with mystical runes beneath her.

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