A flirtatious acting ace bottom and a motley crew of tops, both powerful!!! (Updates daily or every other day, tentatively at midnight.)
Everyone knows that vampire hunters and vampires are sworn enemies for life.
But then a man named Shamo came along. No one knew where he came from or what he was capable of, yet he somehow drew a paycheck from both sides.
Shamo was a spy sent by the Illuminati to the vampires' lair to serve as a companion to the four young masters. No one in the organization believed this handsome man could actually infiltrate the place.
The next day, at the Illuminati's regular meeting, a muffled phone vibration suddenly rang out. Everyone lowered their eyes in alarm, wondering who had a death wish and was using a smartphone in front of their boss.
The man seated at the head of the table pulled out the phone he'd bought just yesterday. Looking at the selfie Shamo had sent from the vampires' lair, he clumsily tapped the screen with his calloused fingertip: "You look good. Stay safe."
Meanwhile, Shamo had completely forgotten the older man he'd flirted with not long ago. Shamo, a man of a thousand faces, shed his usual heady, intoxicating allure for a fresh, fruity vibe, then went straight to enjoying a "feast" in the mansion.
The fourth brother: A yandere with a thing for little boys.
The third brother: A rebellious student in his bad-boy phase.
The second brother: A taciturn, 190-centimeter athlete with monstrous strength.
The eldest brother: A master who'd tamed countless "dogs."
Shamo flirted until their eyes turned red, going from the manor to the aristocratic boarding school reserved for vampires. Shamo's hands were getting tired, but he could keep going!!
The yandere little boy clutched a headless teddy bear, rose up on his toes, and stared intently at those bloodshot eyes. "Brother, your eyes are so pretty. They'd look perfect on the teddy bear's head~"
The rebellious student sat on a burgundy vintage-style sofa. He kicked over the blood brought by a servant, grabbed Shamo by the collar, and pressed him against his chest. "Beanpole, you look ugly when you cry."
The strong athlete came down the marble spiral staircase. His cold gaze fell on the figure kneeling before his younger brother, and the rosewood beneath his palm burst into splinters.
The dog trainer looked down at that thin back. His long index finger, covered by a white glove, tapped the red agate set into his belt. An inscrutable chuckle spilled from his throat.
Shamo played an innocent, pure-hearted, unyielding young man while secretly reveling in it.
"That's the stuff! This is great!"
"Is it?"
The third-generation vampire who had dropped in at the grand manor looked at the man surrounded by his sons. A dangerous air crept across his pale, solemn face, like a marble statue.
"Dad, he's ours!"
The youngest son, Sapu, clutched the headless teddy bear. Tilting his head, he grasped Shamo's hand with cruel possessiveness, his ink-black eyes glaring through the gap at the man who was his father in name.
"Father, I think little Sapu is right."
The four brothers, usually at odds with one another, had finally united, standing guard against the powerful third-generation vampire.
"Sorry I'm late. Which side should I be on?"
The head of the Illuminati, arriving late, stared at Shamo's new face. His righteous features were tinged with a darkness that did not belong to the light.
Shamo hadn't expected the men he'd flirted with to all end up in one place. He suppressed the excitement and wildness in his eyes, keeping his face full of confusion and bewilderment.
What's wrong with all of you? Don't fight, don't fight~
Shamo, fragile (not), innocent (not), and kind (not), was kidnapped by a clueless wild vampire.
The four young masters, who couldn't live without their companion, anxiously watched the hostage.
Wild vampire: "I have your leverage!" (Laughs wildly at the sky.)
Young masters: Don't move. Put your fangs away. We can talk this out.
Wild vampire: "Is this what it feels like to be adored by pureblood vampires? As expected..."
"Come on, let's go back and do our homework. This guy's rambling is annoying." Shamo twirled the whip made from a strip of rhino hide. The foul-smelling blood splattered across his jade-white face and ran down from the corner of his eye...
Yandere little boy: "He's my wife."
Rebellious student: "He's mine!"
Top-tier S: "An S without a top-tier M has no soul."
Strong athlete: "Mine, mine..."
Theme: Be the master of your own life
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