I Shall Cuck Everyone

The physician is an elderly man with a long, white beard, currently inspecting the pill I handed him through a microscopic lens. He jots down notes meticulously, muttering to himself.

"Mhhm…" He groans softly, stretching his back with a series of audible pops.

"This... this is just a fertility drug. A very effective one," the old man finally says, glancing up at me. "And expensive," he adds, a sly twinkle in his eye. He pretends to toss the pill back to me but suddenly hesitates.

"Do you mind if I keep it?" he asks, giving me a pleading look that immediately kills the mood. Cringe.

Without a word, Zagrath and I exchange a glance and speak in unison, "Nevermind."

Disheartened by my discovery and plagued with doubts about the drugs Zamira might have been using all this time, I decided to take my frustration out on Zagrath.

When we arrive home, Zagrath, as if sensing my intentions, makes a hasty retreat.

"I—I have something important to attend to," she stammers, bolting toward the door. But before she can escape, I blink, reappearing in front of her and cutting off her path.

"Well… I think we have more important things to attend to," I say, gesturing toward the growing bulge in my pants.

In one swift motion, I scoop her into my arms and race to my room at vampiric speed, gently tossing her onto the bed.

"Kyaaa~"

Like a beast, I tear off my clothes and then hers, ferociously shredding the fabrics.

{Those clothes were expensive!}

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Right now, my gaze is locked on Zagrath\'s enticing body. No matter how many times I see her or any of my women, I never get tired of them. It\'s always like the first time.

Spreading Zagrath\'s legs wide, I slide my long middle finger into her dripping pussy.

"Anh~ N-NOT THERE!" she moans, her mouth forming a perfect "O" shape as her face flushes. Pulling my finger out, I can\'t help but smirk at how wet and horny she\'s become.

Without hesitation, I spread her legs further and plunge my cock into her hot, inviting hole. With ruthless precision, I begin thrusting with such force that cracks form in the tiles beneath us.

"Aahhn~"

"Arrhhann~"

Her loud moans fill the room, and for a moment, I wonder if she\'s in pleasure or pain. Then again, this was supposed to be a punishment. Since she hasn\'t begged me to stop, I might as well enjoy myself.

I quicken my pace, feeling a surge of pressure building from my spine, traveling down my body until, with one final, deep thrust, it erupts in an explosive release at the tip of my cock.

"Argh!!!"

Zagrath clings to me tightly as I fill her completely, my cock pulsing as it empties every last drop into her. Once I\'m certain my load is spent, I pull out and get up, stretching my back.

"Zagrath, we have a date tomorrow," I say casually, heading toward the bathroom.

"O-Okay…"

Her stuttering draws my attention, and I glance back at her trembling body. Her legs are raised awkwardly in the air, and her body quivering as if experiencing mid-orgasm.

"Why are your legs up like that?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

"To make sure your semen goes deeper. I need to get pregnant as soon as possible," she replies, her cheeks tinged with a rosy hue. "I\'ve been feeling strangely excited about having a child of my own."

Welp…

I head into the bathroom and wash up quickly. Once done, I return to the room and pause—Zagrath is standing there, dressed in black lingerie that hugs her curves perfectly, accentuating her pale, smooth skin.

"Oh? Where did you get that?" I ask, taking in the enticing view.

"My storage ring, of course."

This lady…

Before I can say anything else, Zagrath gives me a sly look and saunters sexily into the kitchen, rummaging through drawers and cabinets.

"What are you doing?" I ask, leaning casually against the doorway, curious about her sudden activity.

"Well, I noticed you\'ve been eating only one type of meal since you came to the vampire world—either blood steak or just plain blood," she says with a pout, her disapproval clear.

Her words hit me, and I realize she\'s right. "That\'s what\'s mostly available," I shrug. "It\'s not like vampires have a variety of food. We drink blood—that\'s it." I try to walk away, but she suddenly grabs my wrist, stopping me.

This time, she\'s fuming.

"This is exactly why I oppose the idea of vampires living on Earth. All the vampires from there are completely ignorant of their traditions and culture! Even measly humans have variety in their meals," she says, pulling out a massive book titled \'Vampire Food Menu\'.

I blink in surprise, stunned. Like a kid on Christmas morning, I snatch the book from her hands and flip it open.

This…

My mouth falls open as I stare at the pages, filled with colorful illustrations of dishes—foods I\'ve never even heard of—some claiming to enhance blood aura output.

"Surprised, aren\'t you? Just because we drink blood doesn\'t mean we can\'t enjoy food," Zagrath says, clearly proud of her knowledge. "There\'s something called blood seasonings. It allows us vampires to enjoy any food without getting sick or suffering side effects. And we can use blood moon fruits to create unique dishes," she explains, effortlessly showing her expertise in vampire culture and etiquette.

"Blood moon fruits?"

"Yes," she nods with a smile. "That\'s what I\'m using today. I picked some fresh blood moon fruits earlier. I\'ll refine them to make pheasant stew and blood bread." With that, she springs into action, moving with swift precision.

But before she can get far, a knock echoes at my door.

"Come in," I command without hesitation. At this point, I don\'t even bother to ask who it is. If it\'s a threat, I\'ll handle it—I\'ve grown that confident in my strength these past few days.

The door opens, revealing a slender young vampire in a pristine butler\'s uniform. He steps in and gives me a deep, formal bow.

"His Majesty requires your presence, Your Highness—immediately," the butler announces, waiting patiently for my response. With a flick of my hand, I dismiss him.

Like a kid whose favorite toy has just been taken away, Zagrath darts out of the kitchen, her expression fiery.

"Where are you going?" she demands, fuming.

"Haha, I\'m off to see that old geezer. It sounds like he\'s got something important to tell me," I say, putting on my clothes and chuckling at her frustration.

"B-But the food I\'m making!"

I pause and place a gentle hand on her shoulder. "You should ask my other wives—they complain about this exact thing, too. No matter how hard I try to make time, something always comes up," I sigh. "But I promise I\'ll be back in time for dinner." I flash her a reassuring smile.

She pouts, her anger softening slightly, but before she can say more, I turn and leave my residence without another word.