I am Dracula With My Three Beautiful Vampire Brides

Suzette's face flushed, and she panted heavily a few times before quickly fixing her disheveled dress.

The deep affection in Suzette's eyes was almost overflowing.

But then, something seemed to occur to her.

Suzette fell silent, lowered her head, and said in a conflicted tone, "Vlad, what we're doing… it's not right."

Vlad looked at her tangled expression, and a faint, unreadable glint flashed in his eyes.

"Suzette, don't overthink it. Just follow your heart—and leave the rest to me."

He stepped forward, wrapped the curvy beauty in his arms, and spoke gently.

Leaning against Vlad's broad chest and gazing into his charming face, Suzette suddenly felt a rare sense of safety—being cherished and protected.

She had never felt that before.

"Alright… I'll listen to you."

Breathing rapidly, Suzette looked up at Vlad, dazed, and their lips met again in a kiss.

But this time, they separated quickly.

"Suzette, we should head back," Vlad reminded her.

After all, they had only come to fetch water. They couldn't linger too long—especially not for anything intimate.

"This is all your fault~" Suzette murmured playfully. As she came back to her senses, she shot Vlad a bashful look.

That moment of allure, filled with mature charm, made Vlad's heart skip a beat.

The two returned home, chatting and laughing along the way, showing no signs of anything unusual.

But Suzette began glancing at Vlad more frequently.

"Mom, why did you take so long to get back?" Valerie asked, clearly annoyed.

"Oh, Valerie, I ran into your Aunt Bryony on the way back. We chatted a bit," Suzette replied calmly.

She glanced meaningfully at Vlad and blinked.

"I can confirm that, Valerie," Vlad said quickly, catching on.

"Oh, alright… but we're starving."

"You're not a little girl anymore," Suzette said with a teasing tone. "You need to start learning how to cook. How else are you going to get married?"

"Ugh, fine. I'll go change my clothes first. Just wait a bit."

Valerie looked at her mother curiously. "Didn't you already change today? Why are you changing again?"

Suzette's face stiffened slightly. She glanced at Vlad and explained, "I accidentally got wet earlier. Strange, right?"

With that, she climbed the wooden ladder to the second floor, pulled the curtain shut, and changed clothes.

Vlad smirked faintly. Of course, he knew exactly why Suzette needed to change.

Neither of the daughters noticed anything unusual about their mother.

Only Verona seemed to pick up on something—perhaps from the change in Suzette's heartbeat.

But as someone who had already devoted both her body and soul to Vlad, Verona didn't mind.

"Brother Vlad, the scenery here is really beautiful. Let me show you around!" Valerie said, approaching Vlad with sparkling eyes.

Seeing the excited and adorable girl, Vlad didn't have the heart to refuse. He nodded with a warm smile.

Her sister Lucie, watching from the side with a hint of jealousy, quickly stepped forward.

"Brother Vlad, let's go together," she said, trying not to sound too eager.

Valerie didn't think much of it. She just looked at her sister with a bit of confusion, then pulled Vlad's arm and led him out.

Lucie hurried after them, nervously grabbing Vlad's other arm. When she realized he wasn't resisting, her expression finally relaxed.

Feeling Lucie's soft body lightly pressing against his arm, Vlad could easily guess what was going through her mind.

Although Lucie was a year older than Valerie, she lacked her sister's petite sweetness.

Lucie's figure was full and eye-catching, certainly not unattractive.

But Vlad, who knew the original plot, was well aware that a few years later, Lucie's figure would likely go out of shape.

Still, that didn't matter to him. What he wanted was her virgin blood.

After changing clothes, Suzette frowned slightly as she watched her two daughters clinging to Vlad. A wave of unease washed over her.

Meanwhile, the two girls led Vlad to the back hills of the village.

Tall trees and thick underbrush blocked out the sky. Following the path of the river, the trio arrived at a waterfall.

The ground was covered in vibrant wildflowers, and animals came to drink peacefully by the pool. The scene had a certain untouched charm.

"Well? Nice view, right?" Valerie said proudly.

"Yeah, it's beautiful. Peaceful and calm. A perfect place to relax," Vlad replied, appreciating the scenery.

It was rare for him to encounter such tranquility. In recent years, he had been consumed by war, carrying out orders for the Sultan of the Ottoman Empire.

There had been very few chances to enjoy a moment like this.

Now, with his heart finally at ease, Vlad found a flat patch of grass, laid down, and let his mind unwind.

The two sisters lay beside him and started chatting about funny stories from village life.

Vlad responded casually, amused by their chatter.

The girls clearly enjoyed being around him and were both trying to get his attention.

Valerie's playful personality easily stood out compared to Lucie's more awkward demeanor.

This left Lucie feeling discouraged.

"Alright, it's getting late. We should head back," Vlad said. "Your mother probably has dinner ready and is waiting."

Realizing she had gained most of Vlad's attention, Valerie instinctively shot a victorious look at her sister.

"Okay, Brother Vlad!" she chirped. Then she stood up, grabbed his arm, and walked back with him.

Watching them walk ahead, Lucie felt a pang of disappointment in her heart.

She and Valerie had always been close growing up, sharing everything and getting along well.

Although she was a little upset about Valerie's behavior just now, she said nothing.

In truth, even their unspoken rivalry over Vlad's affection wasn't intentional. It had emerged subconsciously.

Two young girls with no emotional experience—confused and unaware—were now caught in a silent competition, driven by instinct.

As night fell, darkness and quiet descended over the Village.

In Valerie's house—

On the open attic of the second floor—

In the darkness, heavy breathing and the creaking of a bed echoed through the silence.

"Slow down… you'll wake them…"

Under the bulging quilt, a beautiful woman flushed red with passion. One hand clutched the blanket tightly, while the other covered her mouth to muffle her moans. She gasped for breath, trembling beneath the sheets.