"NO, I'M NOT OLD! I'M VERY HEALTHY AND HAVE A WELL-DEVELOPED BODY OF A MATURE WOMAN!" Dante was taken aback by his mother's reaction.
'Does that really matter?' he thought inwardly as he observed his mother turning red with anger. He faintly felt she could summon Gungnir at any moment and impale him, just as she did with the Vampire Queen.
"Hump!" Valentina pouted, calming down, and resumed her explanation.
"What I mean is, being from a purer lineage, you can drink my blood even if it's very strong, given that I turned you into a vampire. But this applies only to my blood! Don't attempt to drink a Dragon's Blood! I don't want you to die." Valentina said, looking into Dante's eyes.
'You're trying to achieve something. This doesn't make sense. Can't I drink anything other than your blood? Are you trying to get me addicted?' Dante quickly thought, trying to recall things from his past to compare with Valentina's statements. He was confused as it was the first time he had heard something like this.
"I understand," Dante said, although he lied, playing along with Valentina's game. Firmly, he placed his hand on Valentina's face.
"You don't have to worry; I'll always let you drink mommy's blood until you grow up and find a partner. Do you know what a privilege that is?" Valentina reminded Dante who she was.
Before Valentina could offer her arms for Dante to drink her blood, he stood up and pushed her, making her fall while laughing.
Initially startled, Valentina thought it was just a child's play; after all, her son loved playing with her. However, Dante wanted to test something he had always seen in novels and manga about female vampires.
Dante stared at Valentina's entire body, then directly at her neck.
'I'm a vampire, who cares about the consequences?' Dante thought inwardly as his sharp fangs sank into Valentina's neck, where it's typically reserved only for their lovers.
"Hey, hey Dante!" Valentina tried to push Dante away but feared hurting him.
"Mhffm… mffhm…" She moaned seductively, muffling her sounds as he voraciously drank her blood, sending her into ecstasy. She then caressed Dante's head.
"Drinking blood directly from my neck, what a naughty boy," Valentina blushed. Dante quickly questioned why this was happening and what kind of reaction this was. He expected many things, but not this joyful response.
But then, he remembered something, and a mischievous smile appeared on his face.
Dante continued to drink blood directly from Valentina's neck while she gasped in a way far more indecent than she should have. He continued for one simple reason—it was too delicious. He had never been a fan of fine dining and scarcely had money to eat expensive things in his past life, but Valentina's blood was easily the most delicious thing he had ever tasted in his entire existence.
The breathless Valentina was enjoying it far more than she should have, but Dante finally stopped. Dante never did more than touch his fangs to Valentina; on the other hand, she felt a little disappointed that Dante stopped. If he was already going to do that, couldn't he have completed the task? She wanted more.
After Dante stopped, Valentina looked at him with a deep, serious look. Her authoritative voice resurfaced with hints of disappointment and anger.
"Do you know what you've just done, Dante Scarlet?" Valentina asked, this time using Dante's full name, adding even more seriousness to the conversation. Dante had never seen his mother this serious before.
Dante wondered if what he did was so serious, but he pretended not to understand and simply said, "I drank mommy's blood."
"Dante, you shouldn't bite the neck; it's reserved only for lovers and husbands," Valentina said firmly.
"Husband?" He already knew this; he pretended he didn't. He opened a gap to see where this talk of biting was going.
"A husband is the final stage of love; it's when you decide you want the person destined for you until the end of your life," Valentina said, a bit sad. Of course, she would feel that way; Valentina never managed to find true love despite living for so long.
Dante quickly understood, and not to hurt his mother, he made a risky decision. He already expected this, but he wouldn't waste this chance. Despite being cute and not taken seriously, this was a different matter.
"So, am I mommy's husband now?" Dante asked, feigning confusion, but internally, he was laughing and chuckling about how embarrassing it would be if he weren't a child. Regardless of Valentina's response, he would carry on. He was a Vampire; taboos didn't exist for him long ago.
Valentina, feeling a bit down when she thought about her long and lonely life, quickly snapped back to reality in complete shock. She couldn't help but smile and burst into laughter as if she were at a comedy show, and Dante was the funniest man alive.
Undoubtedly, she was the craziest and most possessive woman in all reality. Dante thought he had control of the situation, but this had been planned for longer than he existed.
Does it take one bad thought for a sane woman to go crazy? No, for a crazy woman to get crazier, all it takes is a plan to create the perfect husband.
Valentina felt complete when she realized she had hooked Dante into her trap and finally let out a huge laugh.
"HAHAHAHAHA," echoed throughout the castle, and she finally completed her plan, or part of it.
"Yes, you're my husband now," she said with a smile on her face that made Dante's entire body tremble.
'I FELL INTO A TRAP!' Dante exclaimed as he realized what had happened; he had been deceived! He remembered how a Vampire transformed; she had already performed the marriage ritual with him!