Reborn As The Vampire Noble Lady

Morning sunlight poured through the windows of my room, painting the walls in a golden hue.

I sat alone on the velvet sofa, fully nude, one leg crossed elegantly over the other as I sipped a goblet of animal blood wine. The daylight kissed every curve of my body—glistening skin, soft shoulders, cascading hair—all unveiled beneath the gentle warmth of the sun. I wasn't hiding from the light. I never needed to.

Without knocking, Gaim entered.

He paused at the door, staring silently. His eyes traced my form—no hunger in them, just a kind of reverence. Then, slowly, he approached, knelt before me, and pressed a kiss to my leg.

He didn't ask. He just continued—soft kisses trailing up my thighs. Then, reverently, he kissed my sacred place with passion and longing.

I set the goblet down and gently ran my fingers through his hair.

After a moment, he stood and stripped off his clothing. His strong, sculpted body gleamed under the sunlight. His rod stood erect, firm with anticipation.

I rose from the sofa and climbed onto the bed, parting my legs with ease. Gaim followed, climbing above me, and slowly entered.

He moved with control—slow, steady strokes that allowed me to feel every part of him. Then he began to massage my breasts, kissing them with growing heat before moving to my shoulders, then to my neck.

Finally, his lips brushed mine.

This time, I didn't stop him.

I let him kiss me.

And I kissed him back.

Our tongues danced together, matching the rhythm of his deepening thrusts. His pace quickened. His body trembled. Then he gripped my hips tightly and released a burst of hot love inside me.

He exhaled, calming, his body resting over mine. But he didn't withdraw. He remained inside me, moving slowly—tenderly—his hand wrapped around mine.

"Gaim," I said softly, "you came in uninvited today."

"I missed you," he replied, smiling. "And you looked... divine. You returned my kiss. I... I'm so happy."

His affection hadn't faded. Not even after I let him share nights with Liza and Emilia.

I looked into his eyes. "Next time, ask permission. We have plenty of time."

"I apologize, my love," he said. "I'll ask next time."

Then he bent down to kiss my breast, then my neck, and again my lips. Slowly, he pulled out of me.

"Also," I added, "don't call me 'my love' in front of others."

"Of course, my love," he said with a sly grin, kissing the back of my hand.

We kissed once more—just briefly—and then the moment ended.

"Gaim, we have work today. Let's get ready."

"Yes, my lady," he replied, now with formal clarity.

He dressed and left the room.

I lay there for a moment, thinking. Why had I let him kiss me on the lips? Perhaps… a part of me was changing. Perhaps my soul had finally accepted what I had become. A woman.

I rose, bathed, and dressed in my battle attire. I strapped my katana to my hip. The day's task awaited.

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Noon.

Though the sun blazed brightly outside, Baron Malte's room remained steeped in darkness. Every curtain was drawn, every beam of light banished.

I sat calmly on a cushioned chair, legs crossed again, my katana resting nearby. Gaim stood beside me, silent and still. We watched as Malte slept soundly in his bed.

Then—his nose twitched.

He stirred.

Malte sat up suddenly, fangs bared, his voice booming.

"Who dares disturb the great Malte?!"

I gave Gaim a simple nod.

He stepped forward and yanked one curtain open—just enough to let a sliver of sunlight in. It sliced across the floor like a divine blade.

Malte screamed in panic, retreating under his blankets, smoke already rising from his fingers.

I stood and approached the bed. No words. I simply grabbed him by the hair.

He shrieked. "Please! Mercy! I'll talk—I'll tell you anything!"

I said nothing.

There was no need for words anymore.

Gaim threw open the rest of the curtains. Sunlight exploded into the room.

I dragged Malte toward the window, lifted his writhing body, and bathed him in the light of day.

Smoke curled. His skin blackened. Flames erupted across his body.

I released him just before the fire reached my hands.

His body dropped, flailing, burning in agony.

We stood in silence as the flames consumed him—until there was nothing left but ash and the scent of judgment.

Without looking back, we exited his manor.