Reincarnated Femboy Vampire, with Max Survivability Stats

Yuki made his way back toward the villa, passing his closest work colleagues—Liv, Kate, and Tom—who were lounging by the pool.

He greeted them like he always did, but this time his voice was much calmer and softer, which immediately caught them off guard.

"Would you look at that," Liv chuckled to herself. "Looks like someone finally became a functioning person. Ha! It’s like post-nut clarity fixed him right up."

"That literally makes no sense, Liv," Tom said, shaking his head. "He’s one of the oldest members on our team. Post-nut clarity happens after you nut. For that to change him, it would mean he was a virgin who had never touched himself in his entire life. That’s dumb."

"...It was a joke," Liv snapped, turning to him. "God, you old people are such killjoys. I hope Yuki doesn’t turn out like you."

"You have to grow up eventually, Liv. Soon enough, you’ll be one of us ’old’ people whether you like it or not."

"Not happening," she said firmly before turning. "Hey, Kate, what are your thoughts on this?"

Kate was watching Yuki walk away, slowly sipping her cocktail.

"I wanna fuck him," she said with a deadpan face. "He’s hot now. That voice, the way he acts... before he was a cute bubble, but now he’s a sexy pop."

"...What the fuck does that even mean?" Liv stared at her. "And stay away from Yuki, you horn dog. Stop trying to fuck every person in the office over the age of thirty."

"It was just an opinion."

"...Sure, whatever you say," Liv grumbled, thoroughly skeptical.

"So..." Kate said, turning slowly toward Tom.

"Not going to happen," Tom replied instantly, his expression remaining as strict as an old professor’s.

"Worth a shot," she shrugged.

Yuki continued his way back to his room, humming softly to himself. He changed into a more casual outfit, washed up, and began cooking breakfast.

Inside the bedroom, Nyquella was still fast asleep, comfortably snuggled up against a large plushie shark.

Sitting down at the dining table, Yuki pulled out a notepad to map out a plan for what he should do once he left this world. He would be entering the Ascension Trial within a few days—or hours, depending on how time flowed outside—and he knew from the High Administrator that he’d be heavily restricted.

They’ll most likely put a limit on the items I can buy from the system shop, he thought, taking a sip of his drink.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

I should reacquire a furniture store and something that sells seeds or plants. Then I can have the God Tree absorb the plants to produce infinite food. A clothing shop would be nice, but I can always just craft clothes myself.

"I wonder what the Ascension Trial will be like," Yuki mused aloud. "I hope it’s something where I don’t have to do a lot of fighting. A tycoon-type game or some sort of faction trial where I can just sit back in a fortress and farm resources would be ideal—"

"Morning, Yuki," Nyquella’s sleepy voice interrupted.

She shuffled into the dining room wearing one of his oversized graphic shirts that covered most of her body.

"Morning," he replied, turning to her with a warm, soft smile.

"...You’ve changed," she murmured, walking over and sinking onto his lap. She rested her chest against his as she looked up at him.

"Have I? Is it really that noticeable?" he asked, gently stroking her hair.

"Not by much. Your demeanor is just calmer, less erratic. Your coworkers are all talking about it very loudly."

"Well, I’m still the same old me at heart," Yuki said gently, tilting her head back to meet his gaze. He leaned in close enough for his hair to brush against her forehead, winking with a seductive smile. "At first, I was like grape juice... but now I’ve fermented into sweet wine. Want a taste of the finished product?"

Before she could answer, Yuki leaned down and pressed a deep love bite into her exposed neck.

"I like you this way..." Nyquella let out a soft moan as his teeth grazed her skin.

Grabbing her by the hips, Yuki lifted her up, surprising her so much that she squealed and wrapped her legs around his waist. He placed her down on top of the dining table, tracing her collarbone with his tongue.

"Master deserves a morning snack..."

ZAP!

Nuvellia popped out of thin air right into Yuki’s kitchen. Helping herself to a bag of snacks from his cupboard, she began munching on them like she owned the place. She strolled casually into the dining room looking for him.

"Hey, Yuki, I discovered—"

Nuvellia froze, a chip held halfway to her mouth.

"...It is far too early for this. Why are you two half-naked on the table?" She blinked, staring in sheer disbelief. "...Is that a name tag? Nyquella... why are you wearing a collar?"

"Go away!" Nyquella barked back, her face flushing bright red as Yuki’s head remained buried between her legs.

"I have something very important to talk to Yuki about, so put your love-making session on hold," Nuvellia said, thoroughly annoyed as she placed her hands on her hips, looking ready to blow up the entire house.

Nyquella tilted her head back, covering her face as she tried—and failed—to suppress her moans every time Yuki shifted.

"Yuki!" Nuvellia yelled.

"Hmm?" Yuki pulled back, tilting his head up to look at her. His hair was ruffled and his shirt was completely disheveled.

"Stop tongue-fucking your little girlfriend and follow me. We need to talk. This is regarding the Ascension Trial—a matter of utmost importance that might cost you both your lives. So move it!"

"...Slerp."

Yuki slowly pulled his tongue back with a soft, teasing sound.

"Yuki!"

"Fine, fine, I’m coming."

Yuki slid off the table, helped Nyquella adjust her clothes, fixed his own attire, and headed toward the front door.

Nuvellia trailed behind him, stopping at the doorway to glance back at a thoroughly upset Nyquella, who was now sitting on the couch throwing figurative daggers at her.

"Word of advice, kid," Nuvellia sniffed haughtily. "I am his Administrator, and you just became his girlfriend... well, more like his pet. Learn your place and stay out of my way."

"Go have your meeting with Yuki so we can get back to our session, you angry shrimp!" Nyquella spat back.

"...Why, you little shit! If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t have gotten anywhere with him!" Nuvellia shouted, stepping back in like she was ready to throw down right then and there.

Before things could escalate into a brawl, Yuki walked back into the room holding three iced strawberry-coconut smoothies, handing one to each of them.

"...Where and how do you keep getting these things?" both of them asked, completely stunned.

"I just asked the bartender," Yuki said casually, pointing out the window toward the small snack and drink bar near the pool. "I’m really glad there’s one so close to the house."

He took a relaxed sip from his straw, holding the cup with both hands in an undeniably cute way.

"...How are you still the exact same idiot?!" Nuvellia cried, holding her head to stop herself from punching him in the face.

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