Chapter 68: Vivian’s Surrender

At the dining table.

The two of them had finally finished off all the leftovers from the big pot.

Vivian sprawled lazily in her chair, picking her teeth with a small wooden splinter.

“Nolan, do you know someone called Big Tail Rat?”

“No, I don’t. Why do you ask?”

Nolan gathered the dishes and went to the washbasin to clean them.

“I heard from someone else.”

“That a person called Big Tail Rat controls the blood trade in the city.”

“If we can find him, maybe we can use him to track down Marco.”

“That’s a very useful lead, but unfortunately, I don’t know this person either.”

He placed the washed bowls back in the basket to dry.

He turned around to find Vivian had already changed into her pajamas.

She lifted her chin slightly, hands on her hips, putting on a bossy little act.

“You smell funky. Go take a bath right now.”

Nolan tugged at his collar and gave it a light sniff.

“I don’t smell anything.”

“Just get in there!”

Vivian ran behind him and pushed Nolan straight into the bathroom.

The sound of running water came from behind her.

Vivian crept stealthily towards the laundry basket.

Judging by her practiced movements, this perverted behavior was definitely a habit.

Grayish-white fabric, with a few strands of light golden hair on it.

The cuffs had a ring of darker stain, probably from dishwater.

Vivian’s fingers tightened, her breathing growing heavier.

The grayish fabric rubbed against her cheekbone.

It felt a little ticklish.

Then.

She buried her whole face in it.

The woolen fabric carried a mix of faint sweat and a hint of the fresh scent left by sunshine.

Her chest rose slightly as she desperately tried to inhale every trace of scent into her lungs.

Salty.

Vivian’s lips parted slightly, and she gave it a tiny lick.

‘Am I really a pervert?’

‘Otherwise, how could I have accepted being a girl so quickly?’

‘Why didn’t I lose my memories from my past life when I crossed over?’

‘If that had happened, I wouldn’t have these worries about being a pervert.’

‘But, being a pervert…’

‘Is actually pretty good, I mean it.’

Vivian remembered her first meeting with him again.

He had neat, short golden hair, with handsome and sharp features.

He wore silver-white knight’s armor, his sword hilt adorned with his family’s crest.

And I, was the sewer rat hiding behind the corner, coveting him.

Then, I used a despicable method.

I possessed him, this person who should never have crossed paths with me.

At the wedding, our first kiss.

Awkward, just a brief touch.

But at least it was a decent experience.

He didn’t like coarse bread, though he would always finish every last crumb.

I knew it was just because he hated wasting food.

It had nothing to do with me.

He was also a nervous little kitty, puffing up and hissing at the slightest hint of danger.

Especially when he heard anything related to demons.

Oh, right.

Now he can even cook. He’s a cute, good cat.

Even if it’s just reheating leftovers, it’s still impressive.

Can yours do that?

Mine can!

He still smells a little funky.

Wait, why don’t I dislike this strange smell?

In fact, I’m always unconsciously drawn to it.

And I keep having these rude thoughts.

‘Vivian… are you no longer satisfied with just being a pervert?’

‘Are you trying to become a total beast?!’

‘You see someone good-looking and just kidnap them home.’

‘Yes.’

‘I, Vivian… am a total beast.’

It felt like a long time had passed.

Vivian tossed the clothes in her hand back into the basket.

‘This… is boring.’

She went to the stove, reached underneath, and fumbled around a few times.

Zaphira: “Stop poking around for no reason, I’m trying to sleep!”

“Come out for a bit. Something you shouldn’t see might happen soon.”

“I’ll call you when it’s time to eat.”

She opened the window and tossed the statue out.

Returning to the front of the bathroom.

Creak.

Vivian pushed open the bathroom door.

“What’s wrong?”

Nolan looked at Vivian standing in the doorway and asked.

“Tonight’s training is starting early.”

Her cheeks were flushed almost crimson, the burning sensation spreading down to her neck.

“Here? Now?”

“Right here, right now.”

Vivian’s eyes flashed with a red light as she pounced.

Then.

They had a great time.

—

“I’m a little sore~”

“Let me rub it for you then.”

Nolan placed his hand on Vivian’s soft belly and gently massaged it.

Vivian: ~

She narrowed her eyes in comfort, her lips pressed into a thin line.

Several hours ago, the two had been happily playing in the bathroom.

Still not satisfied, they had then moved to the bed for a pleasant romp.

Several rounds of battle had failed to determine a clear winner or loser.

Now, they had finally called a truce, sounding the retreat.

They agreed to fight another day.

To decide life or death!

“Will I have a baby?”

Vivian felt the warmth in her belly and wriggled her waist.

‘I think I can even hear the water sloshing inside~’

‘So… so amazing.’

“You will.”

“Then what should we name her?”

Vivian looked up at the straw bundles on the ceiling.

“It’s too early to think about that now.”

“Better to think about how to find Big Tail Rat tomorrow and bring Marco to justice.”

Nolan closed his eyes, ready to sleep.

Last night, Vivian bit him, leaving his body as weak as overcooked noodles.

Then, early in the morning, Derek dragged him out to investigate the vampire attack case.

He had been running around the city all day.

After coming home…

Not only did he not get to relax, but Vivian attacked him!

After much effort, he finally managed to satisfy this greedy little cat…

‘I’m burnt out, turned into a pile of white ash.’

‘If this continues, before any demon comes to take me away…’

‘I’m going to drop dead at home first.’

“You’re so boring, get up and talk to me!”

Vivian pouted and gently shoved Nolan, who was lying there like a dead pig.

As a vampire, whenever night fell,

she would shed her daytime laziness and become full of energy.

“Our little baby still doesn’t have a name,” she said.

“Let’s call her Carrot then…”

Tormented by Vivian, Nolan couldn’t sleep.

With his eyes closed, he remembered the carrots from dinner and blurted it out.

“Okay, her nickname will be Carrot.”

Vivian thought for a moment and nodded, then pressed further:

“Should we find her a teacher?”

“I’m a little worried. What if she grows up and doesn’t like reading books like me?”

“Will my child become illiterate?”

She poked Nolan a couple more times.

No response.

Vivian turned her head and found Nolan had already fallen asleep at some point.

Eyes closed, breathing steady.

Click. Click.

Nolan’s eyes snapped open!

The corners of his eyes were lined with fine red veins.

Vivian jumped in fright, her face turning pale.

“You—”

“Shh~”

Nolan raised a finger to his lips in a silencing gesture.

“Someone’s here.”

He lowered his voice to a whisper and pointed towards the door.

Vivian quickly covered her mouth, looking nervously at their front door.

Click. Click.

The clear sound of someone picking the lock came through.

A small, notched dagger slid through the gap in the door.

Trying to push the bolt aside.

But whether it was the clumsiness of the lock-picker or the dagger being too wide and thick,

the dagger got stuck in the door gap.