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The room fell into a tense silence as the reporter's skepticism hung in the air. Hope, ever the composed CEO, maintained her calm demeanor and addressed the question head-on.

"Ill repeat myself one more time"

Hope began, her voice steady and authoritative.

"My team consists of individuals who have exceptional physical and mental capabilities, and their training is second to none. While it may seem extraordinary, it is entirely the result of dedication, rigorous selection processes, and top-tier training programs. As for my own stature, it is indeed influenced by my genetics and has nothing to do with any enhancement programs."

I could sense Hope's frustration at the skepticism, but she kept her composure. Another reporter stood up, this time with a more respectful tone.

"Miss Hope, given the incredible capabilities of your security detail, can you explain the nature of their training and selection process? How did you find and recruit such exceptional individuals?"

Hope nodded, appreciating the more thoughtful approach.

"Our selection process is highly selective and rigorous. We seek individuals who demonstrate not only exceptional physical prowess but also mental fortitude, strategic thinking, and the ability to remain calm under pressure. Our training programs are designed to push them to their limits and beyond, ensuring they are prepared for any situation they might face."

A wave of murmurs spread through the room again, but this time, the tone was more contemplative than skeptical. Hope's answers were clearly making an impact, and the reporters were beginning to understand the seriousness and professionalism behind her operations.

A younger reporter in the back raised her hand, her expression one of curiosity rather than doubt.

"Miss Hope, there are conspiracy theories circulating on social media about your team being kidnapped children turned into super soldiers through unethical experiments. Can you address these allegations?"

Hope's eyes flashed with irritation, but she quickly masked it with a professional smile.

"These conspiracy theories are completely unfounded and baseless,"

She stated firmly.

"My team members are volunteers who have chosen this path willingly and are treated with the utmost respect and care. There are no unethical experiments or forced augmentations involved. Our focus is on developing natural talents and skills through hard work and dedication."

The murmurs grew louder, and a few reporters nodded in agreement, seemingly satisfied with Hope's response. However, the questions kept coming.

"Can you provide any evidence to support your claims, Miss Hope? Perhaps testimonials from your team members or records of their training?"

Hope sighed, realizing that words alone would not be enough to convince them. She decided to take a more personal approach, one that would leave no doubt in anyone's mind.

She grabbed my arm and, to my surprise, sandwiched it between her breasts. The room fell silent, eyes widening in shock.

"This is Drac, my PMC's commander and also my boyfriend so do you think I would experiment on my own man?"

Hope announced, using our AI link to communicate with me.

Sorry, Drac I know you don't like being In the spotlight but help a gal out I will make It up to you I promise.

Her purple eyes with ice blue pupils looked up at me with those puppy eyes I found hard to resist. I sighed, knowing I couldn't deny her this request.

Fine but you owe me big time.

I pulled down my mask and removed my beret, revealing my face to the room. The reaction was immediate and intense.

"Oh my G*d, look at those scars. He's like something out of a movie!"

"He's... surprisingly handsome despite the scars."

"How did someone like him end up in a PMC?"

The room buzzed with a mixture of admiration, curiosity, and a bit of jealousy from the male reporters. Hope's announcement had certainly shaken things up.

I cleared my throat and spoke, my voice deep and commanding.

"Good afternoon, everyone. I'm the head of Apex Industries PMC Dracula. I can assure you that every member of our team joined voluntarily and is highly trained. Our skills come from years of rigorous training and real combat experience, not from unethical experiments which also have nothing to do with our statures, It just so happens that I, Hope and every other of my battlebrothers suffer from gigantism which is a pure coincidence"

The female reporters seemed particularly captivated, some whispering among themselves while others furiously took notes.

@WarriorPrincess: "OMG, Drac is hot! 😍🔥 #SuperSoldier #Dreamy"

@JealousGuy: "What's so special about him? Just because he's with Hope? 🙄 #NotImpressed"

@TechGeek88: "Look at those scars! He's been through hell and back. Respect! 💪 #Warrior"

@FanGirl2000: "Hope and Drac are goals! #PowerCouple #Badass"@SkepticSam: "I'm still not buying it. This sounds like a cover-up. 🤔 #ConspiracyTheories"

@BeautyAndBeast:"His face might be scarred, but damn, those eyes! 😍 #Attractive"

@ConcernedCitizen: "Still worried about the AI's potential misuse. We need more regulations! ⚠️ #SafetyFirst"

The reporters continued their barrage of questions, but the atmosphere had shifted after all who didn't like drama?

A bold reporter raised her hand, directing her question at me.

"Mr Drac, can you tell us more about your training and the kind of missions you undertake?"

I nodded.

"Our training is even harder than the worlds best special operations forces as you can clearly tell from the Incident with the gang members"

Hope looked at me, her eyes filled with gratitude. I could feel the tension in the room easing, the reporters starting to see us in a different light.

Thanks, Drac youre the best.

Sure anytime cupcake.

As the press conference continued, the questions began to shift towards more standard business inquiries and future plans for Apex Industries. The initial tension had eased, replaced by a sense of understanding and respect.

Later, after the press conference had concluded and the reporters had left, Hope and I retreated to her office, she sighed deeply, the weight of the day finally showing on her face.

"Well, that was exhausting,"

She muttered, kicking off her heels and sinking into her chair.

I took off my armored vest after placing my assault rifle on the table watching Hope as she leaned back in her chair, It was time to collect my debt.

Without saying a word, I went down on one knee in front of her. Hope looked down at me, surprise and curiosity flickering in her eyes. 

"And what do you think are you doing?"

She asked, a hint of playfulness in her voice.

Ignoring her question, I grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it up. She protested, but I could tell she was just playing hard to get. The challenge only fueled my desire further. 

"Drac I know I promised but..."

Before she could finish her sentence, I ripped apart her stockings, and with a hook of my finger moved her erotic black panties to the side exposing her to my hungry gaze.

She let out a gasp, her protests turning into a soft moan as I leaned in and began to eat her out, my tongue working its magic.

Hope's hands gripped the arms of her chair causing cracking noises to occur, her head falling back as she gave in to the pleasure.

"Ahhh, Drac..."

She moaned, her voice breathless.

I could feel her body trembling, her thighs clenching around my head. I didn't let up, determined to make her forget the stress of the day. Her moans grew louder, her body arching as she reached the peak of her pleasure.

Just when I felt her body go limp, I stood up and turned her around, pressing her against the desk. She sprawled on her stomach, her skirt bunched up around her waist and her moist panties moved to the side. I wasted no time, positioning myself behind her and entering her with a powerful thrust.