My Blood Legacy: Bloodlines-Chapter 48: Very good maids

Victor remained silent for a few moments after the door closed, his gaze still lost in the landscape outside before finally turning away from the window. He let out a small sigh, stretching his neck slightly, as if releasing the accumulated tension of the trip and everything that came before.

"Okay... let’s see what else this madness has in store," he murmured to himself.

He began to walk around the room with calm steps, now observing more closely the details he had previously ignored. The place wasn’t just large—it was meticulously furnished. Each piece of furniture seemed hand-picked, each fabric matched the ambiance, each detail screamed control... and money.

That’s when he realized.

On the other side of the room, partially separated by an elegant partition, was a bathtub.

And not just any bathtub.

Large, made of polished dark stone, with steam rising slowly from the already prepared water, creating a soft contrast with the rest of the room. The surface of the water was perfectly calm, reflecting the light in an almost hypnotic way.

Victor arched an eyebrow slightly.

"...Ready?" he commented, walking toward her.

He moved closer, extending his hand and letting his fingers lightly touch the water.

Warm.

Just right.

He chuckled softly through his nose.

"Okay... this is almost too convenient."

But before he could even decide what to do—

Knock. Knock.

Two soft knocks on the door.

Victor didn’t even turn around immediately.

"...Come in," he said casually.

The door opened without hesitation.

Two maids entered.

And... they definitely weren’t discreet.

The first walked ahead, elegant posture, direct gaze, while the second followed behind, carrying something folded in her arms—a kind of robe, apparently made of a fabric too thin to be merely "functional."

Victor glanced quickly at the two.

Then another.

And then simply... accepted.

"...You came to help with this, right?" he asked, nodding slightly toward the bathtub.

The maid across the hall opened her mouth for a second—

But Victor was already taking off his coat.

Without hesitation.

Without ceremony.

Without shame.

The movement was natural, direct, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

The two froze.

For a second.

Two.

’...He... just accepted it?’

’Without resistance? Without embarrassment?’

’...What kind of boy is that?’

Victor continued, completely ignoring any possible reaction from them, already calmly unbuttoning his shirt.

"If you came all this way, it’s for this, right?" he commented casually.

The two exchanged a quick glance.

One of those glances that doesn’t need words.

’...This was too easy.’

’...Suspicious.’

But then— 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

He took off his shirt. And the thought simply... stopped.

The two remained motionless.

Completely.

Eyes fixed.

’...What... body is that?’

’...This isn’t normal...’

The second, still holding her robe, squeezed the fabric slightly without realizing it.

’...Is this real?’

Victor continued, completely oblivious—or pretending to be—already finishing undressing slowly, without any hesitation.

Confident.

Natural.

Like someone who knew exactly what they were doing.

And that only made the situation worse.

’...He’s not even trying to hide it...’

’...He knows... he definitely knows...’

When he finally entered the water, letting out a slight sigh of satisfaction at the warmth—

The two were still there.

Still.

Processing.

"...That’s not fair."

"...Not fair at all."

Victor rested his arm on the side of the bathtub, tilting his head slightly to look at them.

"Are you just going to stand there and watch, or are you going to do your job?" he asked, with a slightly amused tone in his voice.

That was enough to break the trance.

The two moved almost simultaneously.

Too fast.

Too organized.

But now there was something different.

A slight tension.

An... exaggerated attention.

The one in front approached first, kneeling beside the bathtub with controlled movements, while the other followed soon after, carefully positioning the robe nearby.

Victor closed his eyes for a moment, relaxing.

"...Much better," he murmured.

Their hands began to work, but there was a slight initial hesitation, as if they were trying to maintain professionalism while dealing with... unexpected distractions.

’...Concentrate.’

’...He’s just a guest.’

’...A ridiculously...’

’Stop.’

Victor opened one eye slightly, observing out of the corner of his eye.

A small smile appeared on his face.

He said nothing.

But clearly... he was enjoying himself.

Their hands began to move more firmly after the initial moment of hesitation, gliding over his skin with professional care... but there was something more there now. A kind of attention that wasn’t just technical, as if each movement was thought twice before being made.

The hot water helped.

The steam rose slowly, enveloping the space in a light mist, further softening the scene.

Victor remained leaning back, completely relaxed, letting them do their work without interfering, as if this were something common in his routine—which, clearly, it wasn’t.

But he acted as if it were.

The maid on the right gently brushed his shoulders with a cloth, slowly moving down his arms, while the other tended to the opposite side, avoiding direct contact more than necessary... or trying to.

They were both... a little tense.

Their breathing was slightly irregular.

Their movements were too controlled.

Victor noticed.

Of course he noticed.

He opened one eye slightly, observing them out of the corner of his eye.

Their cheeks were slightly flushed.

Their gazes avoided direct contact for too long.

And that made a small smile appear at the corner of his lips.

"...You two are quite beautiful, you know?" he commented casually, as if talking about the weather.

Silence.

Immediate.

Their hands stopped for a split second.

"...What?"

"...He said that... just like that?"

The one on the left almost lost her rhythm completely, but forced herself to continue, even though her movements were now a little less precise.

The one on the right quickly looked away, her blush visibly increasing.

"...Is he provoking me?"

"...Or is he just like that?"

Victor closed his eyes again, as if he hadn’t said anything out of the ordinary.

"Relax," he continued, his voice calm. "You’re acting like I’m going to attack you."

That only made it worse.

"...He noticed."

"...Of course he noticed."

The tension shifted.

It didn’t disappear.

But it became... different.

Less stiff.

More aware.

Her hands moved more fluidly again, gliding over his skin with more confidence now, even though there was still that extra care, as if any mistake could be noticed.

Victor let out a small sigh, clearly enjoying the moment.

"...That’s better," he murmured.

The one closest to him risked a quick glance.

Just for a second.

And looked away again immediately.

’...This man is dangerous.’

’...Not in the way we expected.’

The other bit her lower lip slightly, almost imperceptibly.

’...Why does he seem so comfortable with this?’

’...He should be embarrassed...’

But he wasn’t.

Not even close.

Victor turned his face slightly, opening his eyes again and gazing calmly at the two.

"Continue," he said, in an almost lazy tone. "You were doing well."

The two maids continued their movements, carefully passing the towels over his skin with almost reverent care.

The hot water, the steam, the silence of the room—everything created a dense, intimate atmosphere. Victor was relaxed, but observing. He noticed how their hands began to descend further, hesitant but persistent.

The cloth passed over his stomach, over his defined muscles, and then... it reached lower.

When both, almost in sync, grasped his penis with the towels—or rather, when their fingers touched it directly, without intermediaries—Victor laughed.

A low laugh, almost intimate, but one that reverberated in the silence of the room.

"Quite bold," he said, his voice calm, but laden with clear provocation.

The two maids stopped again. Their eyes met, the tension returning instantly. The one on the left began to speak:

"We... apologize, sir. It wasn’t our intention—"

Victor interrupted with a slight nod.

"No," he said. "Don’t apologize. I know."

He looked at them, a small smile still on his face.

"I know you’re excited. Of course. I would be too if I were you."

The two women blushed even more, their breath catching.

"But," Victor continued, rising slightly in the tub, the water swirling around him, "I have wives. I can’t sleep with you."

He paused, looking at their faces, which now mixed shame, frustration, and... curiosity.

"But if you want to give me a blowjob..." he said, his voice lower now, almost an inviting murmur, "...I’ll let you."

The silence that followed was absolute. The two maids looked at each other, then at him. The water still hot, the steam still rising.

Victor remained reclining, relaxed, but with his eyes fixed on them—waiting. "This is going to cause me problems, especially with Carmilla and Scarlett... But... if this is a test, as I imagine it is... it’s all right." Victor thought.

He had realized this for a reason. These two women were at least "Specialists," their core was far too advanced to simply be servants. Were they vampires? Yes, certainly. But usually, vampires who work as servants do so because of a lack of strength.

While he was thinking... the two of them were thinking too...

"Whatever, it’s better to take advantage of it~" The one on the right was the first to move.

Slowly, she moved closer, her eyes fixed on his body.

"Are we really going to do this?..." The one on the left hesitated for a second, but then followed.

Victor said nothing more.

He simply watched as the two positioned themselves beside the bathtub, and one of them—the more flushed one—leaned down, her lips meeting his skin first, before descending further.

He let out a soft sigh, his eyes partially closing. The other maid began as well, her hands still on the towels, but now only observing, before joining in.

Victor allowed it, relaxed, but completely aware of every movement, every touch.

But...

Victor stood up suddenly, the water cascading down his body. The two maids recoiled in fright, almost falling backward, their eyes wide.

"The robe," he said, his voice calm but authoritative.

"Did we do something wrong?!" The one on the left, still dazed, took the fine silk robe and handed it to him with trembling hands.

Victor quickly wrapped it around his waist, without drying himself completely, letting the water dampen the fabric, which clung in parts to his body.

"We screwed up..." The one on the right thought, her eyes already slightly watery, "We’re going to get fired!!"

They stared at him, and he didn’t look at them again.

Instead, he walked to the enormous, ornate bed and sat on the edge. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes were sharp, analytical.

Then, he slightly parted his legs.

His robe opened, revealing his still-hard, imposing penis in the humid air of the room.

"Come on," he ordered, his tone conversational, but undeniably an order. "Let’s talk while you suck me. I’d love to know more about... this place~"