I Shall Cuck Everyone
Chapter 234 - 234: Jake vs Zamira

"Jake Mystro? My younger sister's son?" Zamira asks, her face showing confusion.

"You're absolutely right, dear aunt," I reply with a bright smile. I observe Zamira, detecting traces of annoyance and intense anger.

Suddenly, she points her sword at me.

"Are you here for the coronation ceremony?" Zamira questions, retracting her sword. The air of violence diminishes, but a simmering intensity remains as a warning.

"Yes," I truthfully answer.

Zamira gazes at me silently for a few moments, her thoughts unspoken.

"Do you know that after the coronation ceremony, you'll be one step away from becoming the king? The vampires will look up to you until the current king transfers the crown or passes away. I don't understand why Father has chosen you as the crown prince and is even willing to awaken from his slumber to give you the crown," Zamira reveals.

There's an undercurrent of emotion in her voice, as if she's concerned—not for herself or me—but for the vampire citizens.

Her words surprise me, and a bewildered expression forms on my face. What? Old man Duke is about to awaken and give me the crown? That doesn't make sense. I'm not prepared for such responsibility. Just being a crown prince after the coronation will be burdensome.

But I mustn't show any ignorance here, especially as I try to impress my formidable aunt.

"What are your thoughts, dear aunt? Do you think I'm weak?" I ask, crouching down and tracing something on the floor with my finger.

"I can hardly believe you're saying these things. You're just a noble vampire with feeble evolution. Moreover, I have to penalize you for interrupting my duel," Zamira declares, striding towards me.

She stops a few meters away from me.

Oddly enough, I'm surprised by her behavior—how she responded like an ordinary person, lowering her sword when she learned my identity. She's not entirely the brute my mother portrayed her to be. But I can't let things end here; I have to conquer this woman.

According to rumors, she has never been defeated by a male. Even suitors with prodigious strength, on par with god slayers, would be declined by her. She has a keen ability to assess her opponents. But I will provoke her to the point where she has no choice but to engage me in combat.

"Ah, you judge me based on my evolution? Would you like to witness my capabilities?" I ask, my eyes gleaming crimson.

CRIMSON~

Zamira's eyes match my crimson hue, as if responding to my power, and she instinctively leaps backward.

"Do you have absolute control over blood?" Zamira asks, curiosity evident on her face.

"Yes," I confirm.

"I see... that explains why my blood power reacted like that. But don't let it make you arrogant. You only possess a fraction of aura. The other vampire families will try to ensnare you. Do you think you can fend off their advances?" Zamira probes.

Her words lack concern for my well-being; instead, she seems worried about my mother's potential devastation if anything happens to me.

"You underestimate me. Weak vampire aura doesn't make me weak. Let me be frank, dear aunt: compared to me, you are weak," I assert, shaking my head and turning my back as if to leave.

"What did you say?" Zamira's voice reverberates, seething with anger.

I turn around and flash her a bright smile.

"You are weak, dear aunt," I repeat the words that angered her, further fueling her fury.

"Your mother clearly didn't teach you any moral values. I guess it's up to me to discipline you. I'll show you the difference between life and death. Don't worry; I won't end your existence," Zamira retorts, brandishing her sword. I remain unfazed, pretending to be bored.

"Tch, I dislike engaging with weak opponents, dear aunt. If you defeat me, I'll comply with your every command. But if I emerge victorious, you'll be mine," I declare, deliberately casting a lecherous gaze at her ample bosom, accompanied by a lewd expression.

Yes, it's working. Zamira appears thoroughly disgusted by my words. She clearly hates being seen merely as a woman instead of a warrior.

"Very well, if you defeat me, I'll be yours. And if I defeat you, you'll obey my every command," Zamira retorts confidently, sheathing her yellow aura and invoking her vampire aura. She considers using the yellow energy excessive.

Hearing her words, a smile blooms on my face.

In an instant, I unleash my entire vampire aura.

Boom!

The aura swirls around me like a blazing inferno, and Zamira's face reflects surprise, as if she's stunned.

"His aura surpasses even that of a vampire lord. But it still pales in comparison to mine," Zamira murmurs in astonishment.

Before she can react, I activate the gravity ability inherited from my mother. Swiftly, Zamira experiences an overwhelming force pulling her towards me.

"Y-You possess Jill's ability? B-But how? I thought you couldn't use any abilities," Zamira stammers in shock.

Gritting her teeth, Zamira's sword begins to radiate.

"Swordcraft... <one thousand blade cuts>," she proclaims.

A crimson arc of blood-infused attack hurtles toward me at breakneck speed. Utilizing God's eyes, everything around me slows down to a crawl, granting me extraordinary reflexes.

I concentrate an abundance of Ki in my hands, solidifying it and allowing me to catch the blood attack barehanded. Despite using Ki, I can feel the sharp edge of the assault attempting to slice through my defenses. Nevertheless, with my plentiful Ki reserves, I enhance the output of my Ki and obliterate the blood attack.

After dispersing the remnants of the attack, I release the gravity ability. I want to conquer Zamira in a way that is both captivating and overwhelming.

"Weak," I say, waving my hand to dissipate the smoke from the annihilated blood attack.

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