Chapter 9: Unexpected Welcome

Lucan's gaze remained fixed on his glass as he sank into the couch with languid ease. His hand slid through his damp hair, dark strands clinging to his forehead. The edge of his robe slipped open just enough to reveal the sculpted lines of his chest and the smooth curve of his toned abdomen.

Watching him flex his tight muscular prowess, the maid's breath hitched audibly. A low, needy moan escaped her throat, barely restrained. The sheer sight of those thick, bulging veins along his large masculine hand seemed to unravel her brain chemistry and give her a mind fuck.

Delighted by the feast, her gaze lingered a beat too long on the way the candlelight traced the hollow of his collarbone. It was only when she heard a sharp click that the maid quickly lowered her head, but the bright pink flush creeping up her neck screamed compromised thoughts.

Lucan saw this and didn't give a single shit aside from turning on a grim face.

"No," he said coldly. "Let her settle first. There's no need to seek her out so early. We'll be living together from now on, so I shall be seeing her naturally."

The maid's mouth curled at the corner, a glint of sharpness beneath her submissive smile. Taking it as a sign of her master having no qualms about the new girl.

"Understood, Young Master Lucan," she replied, and slowly retreated but not before throwing one last lingering glance at his half-open robe.

When the door closed, Lucan's expression curdled into a grimace. He exhaled heavily, his gaze flicking toward the door with dark menace. His hand twitched violently and then, with a sudden snap of frustration, he tore off the robe entirely, exposing his exquisitely sculpted naked form to the night air as he stepped onto the balcony.

Lucan groaned, looking down at the very prominent issue throbbing between his legs.

"Fucking bitch!" he snarled. "Trying to use scent traps on me?! Who the hell do these low-borns think they are?" His hand wrapped around the veiny girth of his erection as he leaned over the railing, breathing heavily.

"Damn human rights! I could've killed that insolent woman if not for the shitty prohibition during mating season! How dare she use a prohibited product to try to seduce me — a noble vampire?!"

While Lucan was busy nursing his wounded pride (and… other things), below, the mood was significantly worse.

Velvetiana had just been unceremoniously ushered inside the estate and tossed into a room without rhyme or reason. She was jetlagged, exhausted, and on the verge of homicide!

That's right, she was about to murder whoever mindless bastard was doing something unholy and utterly brain-rotting near this accursed room. Anxiety rattled her bones, and her head throbbed from the stress of relocating to this wretched place.

And now, above her room.

Someone was groaning. Not just any superficial noise but low, breathy, and clearly indecent groaning from god knows what stuff was he doing up there.

Her blood boiled and her pressure rose probably nearing hypertension.

Didn't they say Lucien Corvinus had an urgent appointment and could not meet her? Then who the hell was up there sounding like they were having a religious experience?!

Her frown darkened when the sound escalated to a deep, rumbling growl of "Ughh, damn bitch! I'm going to fuck your innards to hell once the blood moon ends!"

Velvetiana didn't really expect much and now her first impression of this family was plummeting into the depths of hell.

The estate looked like a barely cleaned-up crime scene, the servants were unsettling, and now this?!

Was this some kind of twisted rich-person kink?

Isn't this too deliberate to welcome her?

"Haaa! Did they think this would intimidate me?!"Her hands curled into fists as another disgusting moan drifted down. "Son of a…"

Another growl. Another slick sound.

"Fuck! I'm coming…"

Snap!

Her eye twitched so hard it nearly detached. Velvetiana's last string of sanity finally snapped. In a feat of fury, she stormed toward the nearest balcony, lifted her chin, and screamed at the top of her lungs.

"STOP JACKING OFF ON THE TERRACE, YOU DAMN PERVERT!"

CRASH!

From above, there was the sharp shatter of glass and the unmistakable sound of a body hitting furniture.

"Shit!" Lucan's startled voice barked through the night, bare-ass naked and utterly dumbfounded, with a hint of horror in his blood-drained expression.

Is that… Dodo?!

A long, tense silence stretched. And, finally, Lucan's disembodied voice floated down with acid-laced disbelief.

"… Fuck! Who's the brainless thing that put her right beneath my room? I'm going to shred that low life to pieces!"

Lowlife?

Perhaps, to the seething girl who was already storming back inside in a bathed breath from her earlier outburst, Lucan was the lowest of the low now.

Lucan stomped his feet and silently spit out a fire in a quiet scream. He looked like he had just lot ten years of his life from trepidation. How could he not?

Just thinking how his long-awaited sister was 'accidentally' welcomed by such a scene and by him of all damn people was enough to make his thick skull turn to mush and his cold heart, beat like a war drum.

The man was in that state when he noticed his 'still-prominent' problem.

"Fucking unbelievable…"

Lucan couldn't feel more ridiculous in his entire life. He was about to reach heaven earlier but now he just suddenly fell into the depths of hell.

In an instant, the man who resembled a handsome deity was reduced to a withered sausage, boiled and hapless.

"Dodo, can't know it's me, right?" He wailed as though he had just lost a winning jackpot ticket.