Villain Reborn: Netori Harem in an Erotic RPG!

Chapter 60 21: How To Create A Raccoon Dhampir [2]

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Lucifer looked at the cute girl—although her fur and hair were dirty, and there were scars and sores on her body from the disease, he didn't mind looking past that.

He decided to make the offer rather than using medicine... His blood was more safe for him to use.

Their footsteps finally arrived at his carriage, but Gwendolyn agreed not to show herself and was with Irina after he slept with her, the two looking at the various wares the merchants had for sale.

He took her hand gently and led her into the elegant carriage with a gentle smile as he let her sit on the soft black chair, not caring about her dirty body, simply fetching something to drink and nibble for her.

A selection of sweet biscuits and chocolate chip cookies were available for her to eat on a small silver tray. "Eat as much as you like, don't worry, they are for you."

At first, Lephalia seemed weary, but the moment she took one of them into her mouth, and nothing happened, she couldn't help but stuff herself, not caring for her look or the crumbs before almost choking.

Lucifer gently smiled, reminded of himself as a kid and handed her the small silver cup of cool milk.

As she guzzled the milk down, her eyes closed tight with a more pleasant face now, slowly eating the next cookie—she sometimes looked at him, making sure everything was alright; once she seemed relaxed, he spoke, "Little Raccoon, you are my slave, but I don't plan to treat you badly or force you to do anything."

Even though she gave her name, he found her so adorable that Little Raccoon just slipped out...

"W-what do you mean?"

The cute raccoon's lips moved, a few crumbs spilling onto her lap, her huge eyes looking at him with curiosity and wonder.

"I have several options for you to choose from—depending on the choice will affect our relationship greatly."

"Hmmm...." She hummed, eating the rest of her cookie, her eyes looking him up and down, then her cheeks turning pink as if she thought something obscene and didn't deny it wouldn't be so bad in her mind.

Lucifer didn't mind and smiled before putting his hand inside his chest and pulling out a large vial with sticky purple nectar inside. He looked at her with a faint smile.

"This potion could clear your disease but might leave you feeling weak for a long period while recovering. If you want to cure yourself with this, I shall treat you as my slave, but the treatment will not be bad. But don't expect anything more than that."

His words were a little cold and harsh, but she was still grateful to be rid of her sickness. Instead of rushing, Lephalia waited with her sparkling eyes watching Lucifer intently, wondering what the other offer might be.

"Now... for the other offers..."

He opened his mouth to reveal his long beautiful fangs, causing the little raccoon to jump in fright—despite being so handsome, those fangs caused most living creatures to fear.

"I-I don't want... to die..." She shrieked with a cute cry.

Lucifer only smiled, his hand stroking her soft brown hair to reassure her while serving more milk and cookies; sitting on the chair beside her, she rubbed her head against his hand, enjoying the petting.

"Silly girl, I don't want to kill you."

"Mm..."

"The second offer is for you to become my family, serve me not as a slave but as a dhampir, someone I care for."

As a girl raised in a village that praised Celestia, the vampires and dark races were seen as those to fear, and her hand began to reach for the potion before he gently lifted her chin to face him.

"Little Raccoon, do not be so hasty, for if you become my dhampir, there is another benefit. If you become my family, so do those you call family."

His eyes seemed to shine with a beautiful red glow, charming her as her big eyes stared back.

Her mouth was slightly open as if to ask what he meant, but the fingers stroking her cheek caused her to shrink back, feeling embarrassed as his face came close.

"I heard from the merchant that your little village was attacked by bandits not too long ago, and most of your family were made into slaves..."

"Hueh!?" she croaked with a look of devastation on her face, her small ears twitching as tears collected in her large eyes.

"Are you worried for them all?" Lucifer asked with a sweet, charming voice watching as her head could only nod several times.I think you should take a look at

"Then don't take the potion..."

"Choose to become my family."

Lucifer could see the confusion about why that made any difference, looking up and staring into his eyes as if to find an answer.

"If you become mine," his fingers slid along her cheek, brushing his thumb across her squishy peach lips, feeling her warm breath and sticky saliva coating the tip as her tongue pressed against it seemed a natural response...

"I will save your family members that have become slaves, buy them all and like you, make them my dhampir, as dhampir they will remain the same as now, only needing to take the blood or meat of animals—cooked meat is fine because my bloodline is special..."

"I am special."

"Do you understand Lephalia?"

It was like his words and question awakened her from the daze—her tongue filled with the sweet taste of his finger, a vanilla-like flavour that began to entwine with her saliva filling her mouth with a delightful taste.

"I do..."

"Are you worried?"

"Mm... What if you are a bad man?"

Her eyes were so beautiful as their faces moved closer, her slightly wistful yet worried look the perfect nectar for Lucifer's palate.

"Even if I am bad, I swear to keep my promise to you, Lephalia."

Lephalia's face seemed to be entranced as she moved closer, her nose nearly pressing against his as she thought of her mother, sisters, all 4 of them, and then this handsome stranger...

His aura was so mysterious, a charm that dominated her heart as it screamed for her to kiss him... to surrender herself to him...

Yet she felt grateful—this man didn't need to do any of this. He could order her to kneel and spread her legs... then fuck her without care, like many of the slaves who were bought and returned half-broken a few weeks later...

"Then... my bad master, I choose you..." She smiled gently, her heart pounding in her chest as she took a deep breath and pressed her lips against his.

It was a small kiss leaving Lephalia with an embarrassed smile and a red face—a simple kiss with no passion or tongue. Yet it was still sweet, as she tasted his vanilla flavour with more intensity from his lips, almost making her faint.

He then parted the kiss and looked at her with a gentle smile.

"Thank you for choosing me. I'm glad you did."

Lucifer then grabbed her hand, holding it with care as he handed her a cup with shimmering crimson fluid inside; the scent was like sweet berry wine that her mother made near winter...

The blood was warm and sweet as it touched her tongue; the taste was amazing as Lephalia drank it, feeling the warmth spreading in her body as she swallowed.

"Ugh.... s-sorry... I made things dirty aga... Kya!?"

Almost instantly, her body started to convulse, the dirt and pus from her filthy body slowly pushed out of her pores—Lucifer didn't speak, only holding her like a princess, tightly hugging her body to reassure her, watching as her eyes filled with tears, but they looked so dreamy and happy.

Lephalia's trembling hands wrapped around his neck as his fingers snapped the slave collar into pieces carrying her to the bathroom; he replaced the slave collar with a cute black choker with his emblem in pure silver on the front.

"You are now my cute little raccoon—I won't let anyone harm you or your family."

In her strange state of transformation and dreaming, his words supported her heart and comforted her despite the pain—At the same time, Lucifer stripped her down in the carriage and gently placed her in the deep bath with hot water and expensive bath soaps and bubbles, his hands grasping a small cloth as he began to help clean her thoroughly with a faint smile...

He was pleased with the shape and feel of her large, round-shaped D-cup breasts, with a cute inverted nipple.

If the poor girl knew he took this time o fully examine her body, she might yelp and hide in embarrassment for a week, especially the untrimmed garden between her hips.