My Horny Stepmom Turns Me into Her Vampire Slave-Chapter 5: Chris the Heartbreaker

"Chris, you’re the biggest asshole. You dumped Elisabeth? After giving her that beautiful gift just last week for your one-month anniversary?" mutters Brianne Leviantis, his classmate and best friend.

She has short black hair in a bob and a petite build, which makes her look much younger than Chris, even though they’re the same age.

It’s break time, and as usual they’re walking around the Ordrienne High courtyard, snacking and drinking juice.

"What can I say... I realized I didn’t love her anymore, so I broke up with her."

"You guys are a mystery... Anyway, you’ve been acting pretty weird since this morning. Are you sure you’re okay? You seem... different."

"Different how? What, you mean cooler? Must be my irresistible aura now that I’m single. Try not to fall in love with me, okay?"

"You’re such an idiot..."

Chris’s phone chimes with a new message.

It’s from Isabelle.

Until yesterday, she was saved under her name. Now it shows up as My Hot Mommy.

That nymphomaniac must’ve changed my phone while I was unconscious. I hope she didn’t screw anything else up...

Chris opens the message without thinking much about it, expecting the usual "What do you want for dinner tonight?" or something like it. Instead...

All the blood in his body rushes south as he reads Isabelle’s message.

[I know you’re starting your first training session with Mia tonight. If she says you did a good job, I’ve got a nice surprise for you. But of course, you’ll have to do your part as my sex slave too. I’ll be waiting, my sweet Chris.]

The message includes a selfie Isabelle took from under her cleaning skirt... and she isn’t wearing any panties underneath.

As much as Chris tries to hide the photo, the damage is already done.

He opened the message carelessly while talking to Brianne — and it betrayed him completely.

"Oh... so that’s why you dumped Elisabeth... and who is this "My Hot Mommy"? Don’t tell me you’re into MILFs now?"

Phew... she doesn’t realize it’s Isabelle, and thank God she at least had the sense not to show her face. Good thing Brianne only saw the photo and didn’t read the message. Explaining the whole sex slave thing would’ve been a nightmare.

That woman really knows how to drive me crazy... even if it means spending the rest of class with a hard-on.

Damn it... I’m definitely confronting her tonight!

"Well... yeah. You know how guys my age fantasize about older women. I don’t see anything weird about it. Looks like even women in their forties can’t resist my charm."

Then Chris lets out an exaggerated laugh, half nervous, half cocky.

"You’re the worst. Since when are you this horny?"

"Why is everyone on my case about that today?"

"Maybe you should think about that. While you’re here getting dirty pictures from some cleaner, Elisabeth is in class crying her eyes out. You really are the biggest asshole."

Brianne’s expression suddenly turns serious.

"Did you read about those mysterious disappearances in the newspaper?"

What the hell kind of question is that? Well, at least she finally changed the subject...

"Mysterious disappearances...? Around here that’s pretty normal — probably just a gang war."

"You really haven’t heard about it? It’s been in every newspaper for a month! In the last few weeks, seven people have already vanished into thin air near the abandoned shopping mall. Pretty strange, don’t you think?" Brianne says, staring at Chris like a detective questioning a suspect.

That look makes Chris uneasy.

"Y-Yeah, I guess so—"

"Yo, heartbreaker!"

A boy suddenly throws an arm around his neck from behind, pulling him into a loose half-hug.

It’s Alexander Azuralis, one of Chris’s closest friends — and Elisabeth’s older brother. A tall, lanky guy with blonde hair sticking straight up like he’d been electrocuted.

"After what happened with your sister... I honestly didn’t think you’d still talk to me."

"And he’d have every reason not to," Brianne cuts in.

"Come on, that’s a bit extreme — like I’d get mad at my best friend over that. These things happen. Elisabeth’s a mess today, sure, but I’m sure she’ll move on by tomorrow and start flirting with someone else. I know her — that’s just how she is."

Brianne stares at him, looking almost horrified.

"You basically just said your sister’s easy. You’re the worst big brother in the world. You and Chris make a perfect pair — both equally terrible."

"And yet you spend your afternoons at the arcade with us. Guess we’re not that terrible after all," Alexander says with a goofy grin.

Then he turns back to Chris.

"Speaking of the arcade, want to go after school? I heard they just got a new cabinet — a shooter everyone says is amazing!"

"Do you even need to ask? Obviously I— ah, crap, I can’t. I promised Mia and Zaira I’d play volleyball with them after school. Let’s go tomorrow instead."

Alexander nudges him with his elbow.

"Yeah, sure — play volleyball. Way to go, heartbreaker. You’ve been single for like half a day and already planned a threesome with your stepsister and her best friend? You’re my hero."

"Heh, if only..."

Chris glances at Brianne cautiously.

He expects an insult or a disgusted remark — but none comes. Just that subtle, unreadable look, touched with suspicion.