Sugar Daddy Vampire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

Angela strolled into the sleek, glass-walled cosmetic boutique, the soft lighting reflecting off golden shelves stacked with her daughter’s products. Pride bloomed in her chest as she reached for one of the lip kits bearing Chloe’s name, turning it over in her hand like a mother treasuring a photograph. She smiled faintly, imagining Chloe’s journey from uncertainty to success. Even with all the distance between them, moments like this reminded Angela of her daughter’s brilliance. Just then, a voice pierced the hush of the boutique. “Oh my God…” a young woman near the display let out a surprised laugh, her friend snickering beside her. “Even older women use these products?” Angela’s head turned slowly. “Excuse me?” The girl looked her up and down with an incredulous smirk. “No offense, it’s just… You know, you’re kind of older. Like, why still bother with makeup at that age? Are you trying to attract men or something? Shouldn’t you be doing, I don’t know, other things? Reading nov

Chloe had lost all sense of time within the mansion’s gilded walls. Morning and night blurred together in a haze of velvet drapes, candlelight, and the steady click of Cordelia’s heels against marble floors. Every day, Cordelia came with a tray, meals plated like art, crystal glasses of water, sometimes tea laced with herbs she swore would “steady the spirit.” A doctor had also been summoned more than once, a discreet man with careful hands who checked her pulse, healing, and vitals with quiet professionalism. “You’re recovering faster than expected,” he told her one morning, packing away his instruments. “But you must rest. No strain.” Rest. That was all Chloe did. Rest and wait. And wait. For Valerius. But he never came. Not once. Though she was in his house, in his bedroom, surrounded by his presence, his scent lingering on the sheets, his books lined along the shelves, his shadow etched into every corner, he himself was absent. At first, she told herself he was busy

The room seemed to pulse with shadows, candlelight flickering against dark wood and iron. Chloe’s breath came shallow and fast as Valerius guided her toward the looming cross in the center. Her wrists were bound first, then her ankles, each leather strap pulled snug until she could no longer shift without feeling his control. The cold of the restraints sank into her skin, yet heat coiled low in her belly. She stood bound to the cross, her bare skin illuminated by the flickering candlelight that danced across the walls. Her breath came in shallow gasps, each one a testament to the tension coiled within her. The restraints bit into her wrists and ankles, a constant reminder of her vulnerability and the power she had willingly surrendered. Her body, a canvas of soft curves and delicate lines, was exposed, her nipples tight buds of arousal, her skin flushed with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. Valerius stood before her, his presence commanding, his tall frame casting a long

Chloe’s pulse hammered in her ears, the cold press of fear crawling over her skin. Her wrists still ached from the restraints, her body trembling from everything Valerius had done and everything he hadn’t. The blade hovered near his throat, the woman’s face carved from ice. But then, without warning, her lips curled and a sharp laugh sliced through the tension. It was mocking, rich with amusement. “Valerius,” she drawled, lowering the dagger just slightly, “you were right. This girl is so timid. Look at her, already shaking.” Chloe froze, her heart stumbling. The mocking laughter cut into her, humiliation burning her cheeks. Valerius exhaled slowly, his expression shifting, hard edges softening into something almost smug. “I told you,” he replied, his voice smooth as velvet, though there was a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. Chloe whipped her gaze between them, confusion tightening around her chest like a vise. “What do you mean? What is going on here?” she demanded, her voice

The penthouse was quiet except for the faint hum of the city outside, lights spilling in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Chloe sank into the velvet couch, pulling her knees up beneath her. Zoe and Melinda flanked her on either side, their eyes sharp, waiting for her to speak. Zoe leaned in first, arms crossed. “So? You disappeared for days. Don’t think you can just come back here without giving us details. Spill.” Chloe let out a tired laugh, brushing her hair back from her face. “I told you already, I was sick. Cordelia and… a doctor were taking care of me. That’s why I stayed in Valerius’s house. He made sure I was okay.” Melinda’s brow furrowed. “Okay, but what about after? You really think we’re going to ignore the Ereshia thing? Valerius isn’t exactly the forgive-and-forget type. Did he…” she hesitated, then lowered her voice… “did he hurt you?” Chloe’s chest tightened at the memory. The cross, the leather cuffs, the sting of the flogger. She swallowed, forcing the imag