Chapter 100: Fully Prepared
Although Jasmine appeared confident, she was actually a giant in theory and a dwarf in practice. She had no idea how to proceed. But this was something that required practice. Practice makes perfect, after all.
As a novice, Jasmine’s knowledge came from various novels. She knew one thing was essential: lubrication. She had learned from educational materials that lubrication was crucial for intimacy, regardless of whether it was between a man and a woman or two women.
Especially for the first few times, external assistance was necessary. Trying to brute force it was a bad idea.
There was no shame in this. If it could enhance their relationship and make things more harmonious, it was a necessity. The problem was, how to obtain such a thing in this underdeveloped world… Jasmine, being a master of procrastination, didn’t have much knowledge in this area.
After consulting with various people, she managed to create a hand cream-like substance, smooth and moisturizing, perfect for her purpose. It was camellia season, and despite Adele’s protests, Jasmine gathered a large quantity of camellias, grinding them into a fine powder and adding it to her concoction.
Adele, a lover of flowers, hated to see them plucked, but after Jasmine whispered sweet nothings in her ear, she reluctantly agreed.
By the time the finished product was ready, it was late spring, and Spark Farm was thriving.
Even the Human Resistance Army advance team members, who had initially been most opposed to Adele, had gradually accepted her management. They realized that under Adele’s rule, humans were actually living well. They sent a letter back to the base, informing the Commander of the situation. The Commander, after reading the letter, sighed heavily.
She knew this wasn’t enough. Vampires were still enslaving humans, just in a different way. It was a poisoned apple, coated in honey. If they swallowed it whole, their fate would be sealed. They had to find a way to take control of their own destiny.
Even if peaceful coexistence was possible, it had to be a system of shared governance, not one where vampires ruled supreme.
The Commander hadn’t realized it, but her initial absolute opposition to peace with vampires had softened. Adele had proven that coexistence was possible.
However, for Adele and Jasmine, the most pressing matter wasn’t these complex political issues, but their impending intimacy. Adele, a stickler for rituals, had been meticulously preparing for their first time ever since they had agreed on a date.
The most important thing was that the sheets, pillowcases, and everything else had to be new. And she had to cover the bed with a thick layer of rose petals. Even Adele, who loved flowers, wouldn’t hesitate to sacrifice them for this special occasion.
But the only flowers available at the farm were camellias, which weren’t quite right. She even asked the steward to search the nearby villages. Luckily, he managed to find some dried roses. They were well-preserved, the petals slightly dry but still intact. Adele carefully scattered them on the bed.
The black sheets, pillowcases, and duvet cover, adorned with red rose petals, created a sensual atmosphere. She even cleaned the entire room herself, ensuring that every corner was spotless. On the chosen day, she gathered fresh flowers from the garden, arranged them in a vase, bathed, perfumed herself, and waited for Jasmine.
Yes, she had even kicked Jasmine out of the room to prepare properly.
After her bath, Adele meticulously dried her hair herself. Even though she wasn’t very good at it, she couldn’t let Jasmine help her today. After drying her hair, she changed into a new nightgown. Her nightgowns were all white with lace trim, and this one was no exception. However, this one was more revealing, with an off-the-shoulder design.
Time ticked by, and Adele, sitting on the bed, felt her anxiety growing. When the appointed time arrived, she heard the door open. Jasmine entered the room.
The room was dark, the lights off, but their night vision was excellent. They could see each other clearly.
Adele looked at Jasmine, who was still wearing her maid uniform, and pointed at her accusingly, “Why are you still wearing that?! I’m already dressed!”
“…” Jasmine paused, then she replied, “Miss, you kicked me out. I couldn’t very well ask another maid to use their bathroom.”
Adele realized that she had indeed done that. But their exchange had shattered the romantic mood. Jasmine, holding her own clothes, excused herself to take a bath and change.
After all, Adele, with her meticulousness and high standards, wouldn’t be satisfied with anything less than perfection. She demanded a proper ritual.
When Jasmine emerged from the bathroom, she was wearing a new outfit: a white silk nightgown, similar to Adele’s, but without the lace trim. Jasmine disliked lace, even though she seemed to have become a “lace” herself.
Seeing Jasmine, Adele felt a surge of nervousness. She knew what was about to happen. She swallowed hard, her hands clenching involuntarily. Jasmine approached and sat beside her.
Adele felt the mattress dip slightly as Jasmine sat down, her own body tilting towards Jasmine. She could smell the faint scent of water and flowers on Jasmine’s skin.
As Jasmine settled beside her, they naturally started kissing. They had done this many times before, so Adele was familiar with the sensation. Jasmine cupped Adele’s face, and Adele closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of Jasmine’s lips on hers.
After a while, Jasmine pushed Adele onto the bed. Her long silver hair spread out like blooming flowers. Jasmine leaned over her, continuing to kiss her. Adele’s hands, at some point, had found their way to Jasmine’s neck, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss.
As they kissed, Adele felt Jasmine’s hand moving across her waist, teasing her through the silk fabric of her nightgown. Finally, their lips parted. Adele, dazed from the kiss, saw Jasmine holding a small bottle.
She didn’t recognize it and asked, “Jasmine, what’s that?”
“Something that will make us both feel good,” Jasmine replied, leaning down to kiss her again. For Adele, nothing was more effective than Jasmine’s kisses. A single kiss would make her forget everything else.
By the time she came to her senses, they had used up all the liquid in the bottle.
Vampires had incredible stamina. Adele, despite being thoroughly “bullied” by Jasmine all night, was still full of energy when dawn approached. If Jasmine hadn’t urged her to sleep, Adele would have wanted to go for another round.
Although Adele was a tsundere, she was honest about her enjoyment.
She would plead with Jasmine, her eyes filled with tears, begging for more pleasure. Sometimes, in her eagerness, she would even wrap her legs around Jasmine’s head, urging her on.
Overall, despite being their first time, it had been a wonderful night. Thanks to Jasmine’s careful preparation and patience, no blood was shed. Thank goodness for my cheat abilities, Jasmine thought. Otherwise, my fingers would be useless by now.
Or maybe they would be wrinkled and pruned from being submerged in water for so long.
Adele, having tasted the forbidden fruit, wanted more, but she didn’t pester Jasmine constantly. She had too much to do, and too little time. She patiently waited for the slave trader to deliver the low-ranking vampires she had requested.
“Those slaves you asked for were actually quite easy to find,” the slave trader said. “There are plenty in the villages. But most vampires—even the low-ranking ones—are doing quite well, so not many were willing to come work for you.”
—He’s lying, both Jasmine and Adele knew. Were low-ranking vampires really living such comfortable lives? Impossible. If they were, why would so many of them be willing to become maids and servants, performing the same tasks as the humans they despised?
And that was only if they were considered attractive. Only the lucky ones, or those who had caught the eye of a noble, could manage farms or banks. Otherwise, they were stuck in the villages, mingling with humans, doing odd jobs to survive.
There were actually many low-ranking vampires who wanted to work at Adele’s farm, but the slave trader couldn’t reveal this. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to sell his own stock.
The vampires he had brought weren’t particularly unattractive. They were just average-looking, neither beautiful nor ugly. But to vampires, they were useless. They had heard that Adele was hiring low-ranking vampires and had come without even asking what the job entailed.
It had to be better than doing odd jobs.
Unlike humans or otherworldly beings, they weren’t worried about being tricked. They weren’t afraid of being fattened up and sold or subjected to some horrible treatment. After all, vampires didn’t drink the blood of low-ranking vampires. Even though they were labeled as “low-ranking,” trying to exclude them from the vampire ranks, they were still their own kind.
Cannibalism was rare, in any world.
Moreover, these low-ranking vampires were simply too hungry to be picky. The cost of living in this world was high, and the resources available to non-nobles were scarce. Most low-ranking vampires died of starvation. If they were all vampires, why were nobles immortal, while they had such short lifespans?
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