Suddenly, an icy hand gripped Rain's shoulder. He flinched and turned to look behind him.

  Remillia was already standing there, her hand tightly clutching his shoulder.

  "Time to pay what you owe me, dear Rain," she said, leaning closer and licking his neck.

  "Okay, okay... I'll give you my blood. Ten sessions, one week apart. Since last time, I owed you 500 UD and paid it back with five blood donations, this should cover it," Rain said helplessly, resigning himself to his fate as her personal blood bank.

  "No..." Remillia replied, easing her grip. "As much as I’d love to drink your blood, this time, it’s a different favor."

  Rain sensed the shift in her demeanor. The teasing tone and playful aura vanished, replaced by a more serious expression. Her crimson eyes locked onto his, shimmering like roses in full bloom. Behind her gaze lay a mixture of anger and resentment, though not directed at him.

  "What is it?" Rain asked nervously. Despite the cold air, sweat began forming on his back from the tension.

  "I want you to..." Remillia paused, letting out a long sigh before continuing. "I’ll be honest with you. My family has arranged a marriage for me. I thought becoming a Guild Master would let me escape it," she said through gritted teeth.

  Rain nodded in understanding. For someone of her stature, an arranged marriage wasn’t surprising. Vampire families often prioritized keeping their bloodlines pure and untainted by outsiders.

  "So... I want you to impregnate me before it happens," Remillia said firmly.

  Rain’s brain short-circuited as her words sank in.

  "Hey! Snap out of it!" Remillia snapped her fingers in front of his face.

  "W-what? How can you ask something like that so casually? I know I might be a gigolo on the side, but—"

  Remillia grabbed his hand tightly, cutting him off. "I’ll give you this book if you agree. Not just 1,000 UD but this book," she said, holding up a red, gold-embossed tome.

  Rain’s eyes widened, locking onto the book, mesmerized. It wasn’t just rare—it was unbelievably valuable.

  A Class Upgrade Skill Book, worth enough to buy a four-story building in the city. Its market price ranged from 15 to 25 million UD, far beyond anything he had ever dreamed of affording.

  "W-where did you get that? Is it really a Class Upgrade Skill Book?" he stammered, unable to tear his gaze away.

  "Don’t ask. Just know it’s real. I need your answer and a blood pact if you agree. Once that’s done, I’ll help you use it immediately," Remillia said, twirling the book between her fingers.

  Blinded by greed, Rain nodded without hesitation. Living hand-to-mouth with odd gigs, the promise of such a rare treasure left him drooling.

  "Good. Let’s seal the blood pact," Remillia said, pulling a pocket knife seemingly out of nowhere and slicing her palm.

  Rain winced but didn’t hesitate. He took the knife and made a cut on his own palm.

  They clasped hands, their blood mingling.

  "I, Remillia Crimsonveil, vow to give Rain Maxwell the Class Upgrade Skill Book as payment for fulfilling my demand," she declared solemnly.

  Rain followed suit. "I, Rain Maxwell, vow to fulfill Remillia Crimsonveil’s demand for an offspring."

  A bluish glow surrounded their clasped hands, flowing into their bodies. A transparent string momentarily connected their hearts before vanishing.

  They released each other’s hands, their wounds healing quickly, leaving faint red marks behind.

  "Alright, let’s start the upgrade procedure. Stand in the circle like before," Remillia instructed as she moved outside the magic circle and opened the book.

  "Upgrade my [Enhancement] Class," Rain said, positioning himself in the center.

  The circle lit up with a dim blue glow, and the book’s text floated into the air, mingling with golden threads. Rain felt an overwhelming surge of power as his body and mind underwent dramatic changes.

  He immediately checked his status. As expected, his skill level dropped by five—a common cost for a class upgrade.

  [E][Enhancement][80]

  Description: Allows the user to enhance anything within their touch. The enhancement’s effectiveness depends on the user’s skill level and mana quality. Current max enhancement: 170% of the material or status. E-rank status limits enhancement to [Miscellaneous] class and [Sense].

  "'Sense'? Like sight? Smell? It’s so vague... I’ll have to experiment," Rain thought, intrigued.

  Remillia’s voice snapped him back to reality. "So? Time to fulfill your part of the deal?" she asked, arms crossed.

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  Rain nodded and followed her as she guided him to her office.

  The walk to the elevator was brief, and after ascending a few floors, they arrived at her office space.

  Remillia's office wasn’t particularly large but was meticulously organized. Two adjoining rooms flanked the space—one to the left and another to the right.

  "Huh... your room suits you," Rain commented, recalling the last time he’d seen her work environment. Back then, she’d been the head admin, working in a smaller, more modest office.

  "Don’t comment on it," Remillia snapped, her tone sharp as she led him to the room on the left—her private quarters.

  She glanced back over her shoulder to ensure he was still following. A sly smirk formed on her lips when she caught the faint sound of him gulping as she swayed her hips ever so slightly.

  Rain swallowed hard as he stepped into her sleeping quarters. The room was far more spacious than her office, with a large, luxurious bed at its center. A tall bookshelf filled with neatly arranged tomes stood in one corner, while a simple dresser with an ornate mirror occupied another. Beside it was a wardrobe, understated yet elegant.

  Remillia let go of his hand and walked to the center of the room, her movements deliberate. Without hesitation, she began undressing.

  Her blazer slipped from her shoulders, falling to the floor, followed quickly by her shirt and skirt.

  The black bra she wore hugged her curves perfectly, and her matching underwear left little to the imagination. She glanced back at him, her perky figure swaying seductively.

  "Rain. Strip," she commanded, her voice dripping with allure.

  Rain obeyed without hesitation, his body already responding to the tension between them.

  The shape of his manhood was striking—its girth, length, and smooth form were captivating in their perfection.

  Rain approached her, and as they met, she pulled him into a passionate kiss, their lips locking with undeniable fervor.

  Both of them fell onto the bed, their bodies intertwining as they began their intimate act of lovemaking.

  Before long, the room was filled with the sounds of soft moans and the rhythmic slapping of flesh.

  Rain moved his hips steadily, while Remillia wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, pulling him closer.

  His manhood penetrated her deeply, brushing against her sensitive inner walls and hitting every pleasure point with precise intensity.

  “Ah, ahh! H-harder! Deeper!” Remillia cried out, her voice trembling with pleasure.

  Hearing her plea, Rain increased his pace, the momentum causing her ample breasts to sway in rhythm with his thrusts.

  Her pink nipples stood out, perfectly untouched and alluring.

  Fueled by excitement at the sight of her flushed, beautiful face and the hypnotic motion of her body, Rain leaned forward. He began licking and lightly nibbling on her breasts, his tongue teasing her sensitive nipples as he drove into her with even greater speed.

  “Ahh, hngg! T-the nipple, i-it feels so good!” Remillia moaned, her words breathy and uneven.

  Overcome by the overwhelming sensations, she unconsciously tightened her legs around Rain, locking him against her trembling body.

  The added pressure drove his manhood deeper, hitting her innermost spots and eliciting a sharp gasp.

  “Uggh… so deep…! Ahh… I-it feels amazing! More... please, more!”

  Rain could feel her heat, the way her body clenched and relaxed in rhythm with his movements. Each thrust brought them closer to their limits, her cries echoing in his ears as he pushed deeper.

  Her body seemed to beg for release, yearning for the life-giving essence Rain carried.

  “Ah! Rain! I-I’m cumming! Ahh... Ahhh... AHH!!!” Remillia screamed, her eyes rolling back as waves of pleasure overtook her.

  Her walls clamped down tightly around him, her entire body shuddering from the intensity of her climax.

  Rain, feeling his own release approaching, quickened his pace.

  Each thrust was deeper and more deliberate, fueled by their shared passion.

  “Urgh, I’m gonna cum too!” he groaned, his voice thick with need.

  Remillia, still trembling from her climax, felt a surge of pleasure from his relentless pace.

  She moaned loudly, her cries urging him onward. “Yes, yes! C-come, Rain! C-come inside me!!”

  With a final thrust, Rain gritted his teeth and let out a deep, guttural groan as he released himself inside her. Hot waves of his seed surged deep into her, filling her sacred chamber.

  “Hnnngg, ahhh!” Remillia cried, her body arching upward as she climaxed again, trembling violently from the overwhelming sensation.

  She could feel it—his warmth spilling into her, filling her completely until it began to overflow.

  “Ohhh~ Darkness bless me... I think you might have just impregnated me on the first try,” she murmured, her voice tinged with satisfaction as her body occasionally twitched from the aftershocks.

  Rain flopped onto his side, his breathing heavy. Wrapping an arm around her from behind, he hesitated before speaking.

  "Are you really sure about this?" he asked. "Getting pregnant just to avoid an arranged marriage? I mean... will you love the child? They're being born out of convenience..."

  Remillia smirked. "Did you get post-nut clarity? Suddenly growing a conscience?"

  She continued, her tone nonchalant, "Don’t worry. I decided a long time ago that I’d never get married. But I’ve always planned to have children, too. It just so happens you’re here, and my plans got pushed forward because of the circumstances."

  "So, if I weren’t here, you’d have done this with someone else?" Rain asked, his curiosity piqued.

  Remillia nodded. "Yeah, I was actually considering Roderick. You know him, right? The young man who recently advanced to a high-ranking class? If you hadn’t been here, it would’ve been him."

  She spoke so casually, as if choosing a dish from a restaurant menu.

  "Huh? I know of him, but not much beyond the news... So why did you choose me, then? If you had a better option?" Rain asked, the question slipping out thoughtlessly.

  Remillia’s expression shifted to irritation. "Why are you asking so many questions? We’ve already done the deed, and your seed might already be taking root," she snapped.

  Rain immediately shut his mouth, deciding not to push further.

  Instead, he simply held her close, letting the silence fill the room for a while.

  After some time, Rain began dressing himself again, while Remillia walked over to her nightstand drawer and pulled out a small pink potion.

  Without hesitation, she uncorked it and drank it down in one gulp.

  Rain glanced at her, curious. "What are you drinking?"

  "Just something to increase the chances of pregnancy. I almost forgot I had this," Remillia replied casually.

  Rain nodded, continuing to tidy himself up. "I guess that’s it for now. If you need me again, just call. The vow stays in effect until you give birth, right?"

  Remillia nodded, already reclining back on her bed.

  "Have a good rest," Rain said as he walked out of the room, closing the door softly behind him.

  ***

  Back on the streets, Rain decided to visit another place before heading home.

  He took out his vape, and inhale it deeply.

  Sweet vapor fill his mouth and lungs, then the nicotine hit his brain. Slightly buzzed him.

  Rain exhale it slowly, enjoying the after taste.

  He walked to the nearby bus stop and boarded a bus heading to the outskirts of the city.

  Rain sat down near the window, leaning back with a long sigh. He stared outside the window mindlessly, feeling both fulfilled and numb.

  Numb to this city and everything about it, yet, at the same time, relieved—this city had finally allowed him to fulfill his plan.

  Before he realized it, the bus had reached his destination.

  The streets here were less crowded than in the city center but still carried a lively buzz.

  Rain checked the time on his phone. 16:32... He should be open already.

  He headed to his usual bar, a place he often visited, almost like a second home, just a few minutes' walk from the bus stop.

  Sure enough, the front door was already unlocked.

  As Rain stepped inside, the bartender looked up from behind the counter. Marco was hard to miss—a middle-aged Mexican man with rough, pockmarked skin, a broad face that seemed perpetually locked in a frown, and a pair of tired but honest eyes.

  He was tall and thickset, his imposing figure softened only slightly by his unkempt mustache. Despite his rugged and intimidating appearance, Marco had a reputation for being straightforward and kind-hearted, always willing to lend an ear or offer advice over a drink.

  Rain smiled as he greeted him, "Hey there, Marco."

  Marco squinted at Rain from behind the counter, a rag in one hand as he wiped down the bar. "Why so early? I just opened." His dark eyes studied Rain’s face. "You seem happy today. Did something happen?"

  Rain nodded and approached the counter, pulling out a stool. "Yeah... I’m here to tell you that I’ll be gone for a while... maybe a long time."

  Marco raised an eyebrow, still working on cleaning the counter. "Is that so?"

  Rain sighed, his voice soft. "To be honest, I don’t really know. I might never come back."

  Marco leaned on the counter, his large hands steadying his weight. "You've been preparing for this for a long time. So, you’re ready to go? To leave everything behind?"

  Rain nodded firmly. He had fought and struggled so much to finally reach this point, completing his plan—or at least getting halfway there.

  His ultimate goal was still borderline impossible.

  "I want to leave my apartment in your hands. You can use it however you want, just take care of it. At least this way, if I ever come back, I won’t be homeless," Rain said playfully, placing a spare key on the counter.

  Marco snorted. "Bah! Do you think I’m your maid? And I don’t even need such a small apartment." Despite his gruff words, Marco picked up the key and slipped it into his pocket. "Is that all?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

  "Please pass my goodbyes to your wife and Maya," Rain said, pausing for a moment with a warm smile. "And of course... thanks for everything. I really don’t know how I would’ve survived in this world without your help back then."

  Back when Rain had lost everything.

  Marco’s tough demeanor faltered for a moment. He could only nod somberly, his voice softer now. "Good luck out there, kid... And if possible, come back someday." He let out a long sigh. "Maya’s going to be really sad when she hears this..."

  Rain stood, giving Marco one last glance before heading toward the door. Without another word, he walked out of the bar.