Reincarnated Femboy Vampire, with Max Survivability Stats

"Oh, come on, it’s just a medical question! There’s no need to be so shy," Nyquella pouted, leaning over the edge of the tub.

"...I’m not shy," Yuki hissed, pointing a sharp finger toward the bathroom door. "I’m just not going to tell a literal stranger the size of my dick. Who even does that?!"

"Well, I wouldn’t exactly call us... strangers," Nyquella mumbled, shrugging her bare shoulders.

"Not strangers? I met you a few hours ago!"

"Come on, just tell me. Or show me, whichever you prefer."

"No! You weirdo," Yuki said, shaking his head in pure disappointment. "How would you feel if I asked you something incredibly personal and perverted? Like... um, hold on, let me think. Hmmm... Got one! How would you feel if I asked you what color your nipples are?"

Nyquella slowly looked down at her bare chest, submerged in clear water, and then looked back up at him.

"Yeah, okay, that was a stupid example. You’re literally naked right now." Yuki sighed.

"So...? Did you change your mind?" Nyquella scoffed, giggling to herself. "Look, if it’s small, it’s totally fine, I won’t judge you. It’s not like it’s something you can change. Not everyone can be blessed down there."

Yuki’s brow twitched. "Oh, like you? You’re certainly blessed in the leg department, because your chest is about as flat as mine, and I’m a guy."

"Wha—Hey! I have breasts, okay?!" Nyquella cried out, looking like she was genuinely on the verge of tears. "They’re just... a little on the smaller side!"

"Please, let’s not lie to ourselves."

"You—! Well, if you want to play like that, your thighs are practically as big as mine! That means you’re just fat!"

"Not fat, sweetheart, just thick," Yuki corrected smugly, kneeling down right beside the tub. "It’s a built-in bonus, and the ladies absolutely love it."

"Like I’d ever believe that. What, do you honestly think you’re some kind of master seducer?" Nyquella scoffed, folding her arms over her chest and looking up at him with a mocking grin.

"But I am," he said proudly.

"Really now? Prove it."

"Gladly," Yuki whispered, his emerald eyes narrowing dangerously.

He leaned forward over the rim of the tub until his face was mere centimeters from hers.

"You are currently naked inside my house, begging to see my manhood," Yuki purred, his voice dropping to a smooth, sultry register. "I won’t say that you’ve fallen for me just yet... but I can be incredibly persuasive. Once you get a taste of what I can do, you’ll be entirely addicted. You’ll never want the pleasure to stop."

"Ha... l-l-like I would ever believe you," Nyquella stammered, her breath hitching. "And I definitely haven’t fallen for you!"

"Are you willing to find out?" Yuki teased. He extended his long, armored tail, using the smooth tip to gently lift her chin up so she couldn’t avert her eyes. "I don’t usually go for short women—not really my cup of tea. I prefer them tall and busty... but for you, I might just make an exception."

Nyquella’s face flushed a brilliant, burning crimson.

"What... what exactly is in it for me?" she whispered, completely caught up in the atmosphere.

"Oh, I can promise you that I’ll have you begging me to keep going," Yuki murmured, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Wait, who am I kidding? Your mind will be far too scrambled to speak anything other than sweet, helpless moans. And if you somehow manage to survive that... I’ll let you wrap those small little hands of yours around it."

"Y-You... W-Wha... I—"

"Don’t go frying your little brain now, Nyquella. I was merely jesting," Yuki suddenly giggled, breaking the tension instantly. He pulled his tail back and watched her fiddle with her fingers in absolute, nervous chaos.

He stood up, stretching his arms high over his head. "Nmmm... well, that’s enough of that. I’ll see you at dinner!"

Yuki casually strolled out of the bathroom, leaving a completely flustered and broken shadow spawn behind.

Badum. Badum. Badum.

Nyquella pressed her palm against her chest, feeling her heart hammering violently against her ribs.

"Noooo! Why am I so flustered?!" she groaned, aggressively slapping her own cheeks to snap herself out of it. "Nyquella, get a grip! He was explicitly joking! And he literally just said he doesn’t even like short women!"

But no matter how hard she tried, it didn’t work. Every time she closed her eyes, she was pulled right back to the image of Yuki’s piercing emerald eyes staring directly into her soul without breaking contact. Was he actually lying when he said he was joking? Or was he...? Ahhh, I don’t know! Yuki, you absolute idiot!

Nyquella sat back in the warm bath, nervously scooping up the food Yuki had left for her. She originally planned to just eat a small sample to be polite and then head down to the dining hall later, but the moment the food hit her tongue, her jaw dropped.

The food the clone Yuki had prepared earlier and the food the real Yuki cooked up were on entirely different dimensions.

"This is heavenly..." Nyquella sniffled, tears of culinary joy welling in her orange eyes. "It’s so good... Do his girlfriend and his party members seriously get to eat like this every single day? This is the absolute pinnacle of luxury, and I’m only getting a taste of it! Meanwhile, that bastard Malakai gets it all for free!"

She chewed her food aggressively, her mood souring at the thought of the shadow prince.

"Tsk. I’ll just have to seduce him," she muttered, a schematic grin spreading across her face. "Yeah! If Yuki falls for me, then Malakai won’t be allowed to get rid of me!"

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" she laughed aloud like a total moron, completely forgetting that she was the exact same person who had been thrown into a full panic by Yuki’s flirting just a few minutes prior. Some people truly possess an astounding amount of unearned confidence.

Nyquella quickly finished her meal, dried herself off, and slipped into the fresh, comfortable clothes Yuki had crafted for her.

When she made her way downstairs to join him, she found him setting up the dining table. The two spent the rest of the evening chatting seamlessly. Yuki had completely reverted back to his blissful, innocent idiot self, happily answering every single bizarre question Nyquella threw at him.

"What turns you on?" "What kind of clothing do you like to see on women?" Everything she asked, he answered with total, unbothered transparency.

She thought extracting his weaknesses would be a grueling psychological battle, but Yuki was just vibing, completely oblivious. Now that she had compiled all the classified data she needed, it was time to put her master plan into motion. The very moment Yuki went down to his lab to work on clothing or brew medicine, she would strike.

I am a freaking genius, she laughed internally.

As dinner came to a close, Yuki excused himself and headed down into his basement workshop to begin his nightly crafting. Not wasting a single second, Nyquella followed closely behind, sticking to his side like absolute glue.

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