My Horny Stepmom Turns Me into Her Vampire Slave-Chapter 37: The stern General Valakis

Bang!

It’s barely dawn when Isabelle slams open Chris’s bedroom door and turns on the light.

He wakes with a start, but not because of the light or the door — it’s the deafening noise of Isabelle banging two metal pot lids together.

She’s wearing an olive-green tank top, camouflage pants, and heavy leather boots.

"W-What the fuck is going on?!" he mutters, alarmed.

As soon as the confusion from the brutal wake-up fades, he realizes he’s completely naked. Zaira is too, fast asleep and clinging to him, her head resting on his chest.

He had already forgotten about the night of wild sex and how he’d fallen asleep holding Zaira.

"I-Isabelle, I can explain... i-it’s not what it looks like!"

"There’s nothing to explain! What my troops do off duty is none of my business!"

Chris stares at her, stunned. It takes him a few seconds to realize he’s not dreaming.

Judging by her face, she definitely cares. Shit, I’m in serious trouble this time — all because of that horny succubus! But more importantly...

"...Isabelle, how the hell are you dressed?"

"Isabelle? Who gave you the right to be so familiar, you worthless sack of flesh! I am General Valakis! On your feet, soldiers!"

Chris jumps to his feet like a spring, covering his morning erection with a pillow, while Zaira keeps sleeping undisturbed, a satisfied little smile still on her face.

"DIDN’T YOU HEAR, SOLDIER ZAIRA?! I SAID ON YOUR FEET!"

Isabelle bangs the lids loudly right next to her ears.

Zaira stretches and wakes up calmly, as if she’d been woken by birds chirping.

"Oh, good morning, Isabelle... are you in a bad mood, or is it just me?" Zaira mutters sleepily.

"Today, I’m General Valakis! You have five minutes to get dressed and report to the beach!"

Then Isabelle leaves, slamming the door just as hard as she opened it.

Zaira looks even more confused than Chris.

"What got into her? Midlife crisis already? Anyway, speaking of more important things..."

Her lewd gaze drops to his erection.

"...five minutes isn’t much, but with the right motivation, maybe..."

"Forget it."

"Ugh... look at it, already nice and lively! You can tell it can’t wait to be milked!"

"Cut it out. I’ll end up castrated by tonight because of you!"

"All this fuss just because I asked for a quickie. You’re so dramatic..."

In no time, the two throw on whatever they find and head to the beach.

Mia and Isabelle are already there.

"Good, soldiers. Now that you’re all here — line up!"

The three obey and stand side by side, Chris in the middle.

Mia immediately shoots him a sharp glare.

"You really look like you had a great time last night..."

"I didn’t do anything last night except sleep!"

"Oh... so those animal noises I heard coming from your room were just your snoring?"

"P-Probably..."

Zaira chuckles under her breath.

"And how did you know they were coming from his room, exactly? Were you eavesdropping?"

Mia puffs her cheeks and blushes so much she looks like a red balloon.

"I was thirsty, so I went to the kitchen for a glass of water! And Chris’s room is right along the corridor that leads there! I’m not a pervert like you!"

"Soldiers, stop bickering!"

The three fall silent at once.

"Today your special intensive training begins! First: twenty laps around the island — running!"

Chris turns pale instantly.

"T-Twenty laps...? But that’s at least five kilometers along the coast! That’s one hundred kilometers!"

"Six, to be precise — I measured it myself this morning! That’s one hundred twenty kilometers in total!"

"That’s insane! That’s like... three times the New York Marathon!"

"Stop whining, soldier Chris! When I was a general in the Scarlet Army, my troops would run at least twice that — every day, just as a warm-up! Now stop talking, you’ll need your breath! Move! And don’t you dare cheat!"

"Yes ma’am!"

The three then begin what Isabelle calls "a light morning jog."

Chris completes the first ten laps without much trouble.

Even he is surprised. He was athletic as a human, but he never could have covered those first sixty kilometers so easily.

Pff... is that it? I expected worse. Not just a hundred — I could even do a thousand!

But just as he starts taking it lightly, convincing himself it’s just a walk, fatigue hits him all at once.

One moment he’s fresh as a rose — the next, completely exhausted.

Isabelle had warned them that properly managing Sanguis energy was the key to finishing the training. But Chris is still a beginner and handled it poorly.

As a result, he’s already drained halfway through.

He still manages to finish the next two laps on pure endurance, but by the thirteenth, the real problems begin.

Each lap feels longer and more exhausting than the last, each step heavier. Every breath burns and comes harder.

By the fifteenth lap, he even passes Zaira, sprawled face down in the sand.

Chris stops for a moment to catch his breath.

"Z-Zaira... you... okay...?"

She doesn’t even have the breath left to answer. She just raises a thumb.

Chris starts moving again.

O-Only five laps... come on... only thirty kilometers left... just...

By the seventeenth lap, he’s no longer even walking — he’s dragging himself forward. His legs feel as heavy as if iron balls were chained to his ankles.

By the eighteenth lap, he starts having visual and auditory hallucinations.

He sees Mia and Zaira running naked in front of him, teasing him.

The fatigue and the unbearable heat of the sun, now high in the sky, have gotten to him.

"Catch us, brother. If you can, you can fuck us both!" Mia calls out.

"Move, my stud. I want your big cock all inside me!" Zaira adds.

The mirage gives Chris a brief surge of energy.

"Y-Yes... I’m coming... Mia... Zaira... wait... I want... to fuck you both... at the same time..."

But just as he mutters that, the real Mia runs past him.

She’s already on the last lap. Even exhausted, she still has far more energy than he does — not because she’s physically stronger, but because, as a vampire since birth, managing Sanguis energy comes naturally to her.

She shoots him an irritated, disgusted glare.

"Brother, you’re really a fucking pervert!"

Then she leaves him behind.

Those few cold, sharp words are enough to make that last bit of energy vanish.

By the time Chris completes the nineteenth lap, it’s already afternoon, and his legs have completely given out.

He finishes the twentieth literally dragging himself forward with his elbows, and by then it’s already sunset. The last two laps took him longer than the previous eighteen combined.

He hasn’t eaten or drunk anything since the training began and is on the verge of fainting.

When he finally crosses the finish line, Mia is already there, having waited for hours, almost fully recovered. She had time to eat lunch and has just finished dinner.

Isabelle looks at him with a hint of satisfaction.

"I didn’t think you’d actually finish all twenty laps. Not bad."

Then her gaze shifts past Chris.

"Can’t say the same for that succubus. If she put in the same effort she does when she plays the slut, she’d have finished all laps in no time."

Not far from Chris, Zaira is also dragging herself across the scorching white sand. She’s only just finished the sixteenth lap.

"S-Sorry, Isabelle... but I’m not a vampire... I don’t have your endurance..."

"Excuses. I know succubi and incubi who could make most vampires eat dust. But it’s late — you’ll make up those four laps tomorrow. Now go wash up, then everyone to the table."

Chris and Zaira drag themselves toward the villa. Sweat has glued the sand to their skin, making them look like statues.

"Z-Zaira... you’re dead if I find you in my room tonight... got it...?"

"D-Don’t worry... I don’t even have the strength to pull your pants down..."