Chapter 81: Absolutely sure

Thank you [MonsterGirlHarem] for your gift – A Car

Thank you [Nolanch01] for your gift – A Capsule

Thank you [Even_Gods_Can_Die] for your gift – A Capsule

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About ten minutes later, Erik had just placed the final dish on the table when he heard a bedroom door open upstairs. Slow footsteps descended the staircase, prompting him to turn his head instinctively.

Then he immediately froze.

Meira came down first.

She had changed out of her earlier nightgown and into a soft white one. It covered just enough while still hugging her mature figure, and the multicolored necklace remained neatly around her neck. However, what caught Erik’s attention most was the pair of golden dog ears on her head and the matching fake tail behind her.

He had no idea where she had found them.

Meira reached the bottom of the stairs, clasped both hands before her chest, and stared directly at Erik with practically glowing eyes.

"Woof!"

Erik remained silent.

"Master!"

He still said nothing.

Meira paid no attention to his lack of response. Instead, she happily took another two steps toward him.

"The little dog is here."

Erik watched her for several seconds before shifting his gaze behind her.

Elowen was still standing on the staircase, her entire face bright red. A pair of white cat ears sat atop her head. She was still wearing nothing more than a simple nightdress, but Meira had clearly made a few adjustments, making her look far cuter than usual.

Elowen held both hands in tight little fists before her chest. She glanced at Erik, then immediately lowered her head.

"Mother forced me."

Meira instantly turned around to protest.

"I did not force you."

"You locked the door."

"Only so you couldn’t run away."

"That is forcing me!"

Meira ignored her daughter’s protests, turned back toward Erik, and bowed her head toward him.

"Master, pet me."

Erik looked at the dog ears, then at the anticipation filling her face. In the end, he still raised a hand and placed it atop her golden hair.

The instant he touched her, Meira narrowed her eyes and actively rubbed her head against his palm.

"Mmm..."

She looked exactly like a Golden Retriever being praised by its owner.

"Is the little dog being good?"

Erik answered helplessly, "Yes."

Meira immediately beamed, then turned toward Elowen.

"Your turn."

Elowen stiffened.

"No need."

"Come here."

"I don’t—"

Erik had only just raised his hand when Elowen abruptly fell silent.

She looked at his hand, then at Erik’s face. Finally, she slowly approached, both hands still held rigidly before her chest.

Erik placed his hand atop her silver hair and gently stroked downward.

Elowen’s face immediately turned even redder. The fake cat ears on her head also trembled slightly with the movement of his hand.

After watching from beside them for a moment, Meira quietly reminded her, "Something is still missing."

Elowen whipped around.

"Mother!"

"Meow."

"..."

"Do it."

Elowen lightly bit her lip. She looked at her mother, then stared at Erik for a long time before finally parting her lips. Her voice was so quiet that he was almost the only one who could hear it.

"Meow..."

Erik swallowed.

His gaze moved from the white cat ears to the golden dog ears. One woman was blushing so fiercely that she wanted nothing more than to hide, while the other eagerly waited to be petted again. Yet both mother and daughter were standing directly in front of him.

Erik glanced at the breakfast he had just prepared. The eggs were still hot, and the meat had only just finished cooking. It should have been a perfect breakfast.

But for some reason, he felt that breakfast might have to cool down a little today.

Meira immediately noticed the look in his eyes. The corners of her lips curved upward, and she stepped forward to embrace one of Erik’s arms.

"Master."

"Hmm?"

"The little dog wants another reward."

Elowen immediately interjected, "Mother! You were just petted longer than I was!"

Meira raised her head with an extremely serious expression.

"I’m a Golden Retriever. I need more."

"What kind of reason is that?"

"Dogs are bigger than cats."

For a moment, Elowen could not think of a response.

Erik looked at the two women beginning to argue beside him. In the end, he could only raise both hands, placing one atop Meira’s head and the other over Elowen’s silver hair.

"Is this enough?"

Both women immediately fell silent.

Meira closed her eyes first. Elowen hesitated briefly before obediently closing hers as well. Looking at the strangely identical expressions of contentment on the mother and daughter’s faces, Erik could only sigh helplessly.

He suddenly felt that his life would become far noisier from now on.

But perhaps that was not so bad.

...

At the same time, in another part of the city, Laviana sat inside a sealed reception room.

Her clothing was completely different from her usual style. A high-necked black dress covered almost her entire body, with sleeves extending to her wrists and a hem falling below her knees. The high slits, plunging necklines, and deliberate cutouts meant to display her mature figure had all disappeared.

Her red hair was still carefully maintained, and her makeup was as flawless as ever. Only the faint dark circles beneath her eyes made her appear more tired than usual.

Laviana massaged her temple and spoke.

"It’s here."

The two maids behind her immediately carried over a large chest. A heavy metallic sound echoed through the room as they placed it in the center.

Opposite Laviana sat a man aboard an electric cart so wide that it nearly resembled a mobile sofa. His obese body was squeezed into expensive clothing, and his neck had almost disappeared between layers of fat. A transparent air-filtration device covered his nose and mouth, with a tube connecting it to a small box hanging beside the cart.

At a glance, he resembled a patient receiving oxygen in an intensive care unit.

But he was not ill.

He simply refused to breathe the same air as Succubi.

The man glanced at the chest, then looked at Laviana, his expression gradually turning displeased.

"What is the meaning of this attitude?"

Laviana continued massaging her temple.

"Hmm?"

"Whenever you met me in the past, you would always come over to pour my tea, prepare food, and ask if I was feeling uncomfortable anywhere." He frowned, his gaze moving from the distance between them to the modest dress covering her body. "Yet today, you’re sitting so far away?"

Laviana opened her eyes and looked at the man before her, only to feel her headache worsen.

She could not tell him that she had barely slept all night. Much less could she admit that the reason was the private recording of Meira and Erik.

Laviana had originally intended to watch it only once the previous night, but once quickly became twice, and twice became five times. By the end, even she could no longer remember how many times she had replayed it.

Whenever her emotions and thirst flared, Laviana was forced to drink purified blood or use suppressants. By the time morning approached, her stomach could no longer endure it. The mere sight of a blood bottle made her nauseous.

Yet she still could not stop.

What captivated Laviana was not merely desire, but the way Erik treated a woman—from his embrace and the way he allowed her to lean against him to the feeling of being needed, cherished, and regarded as a person rather than a tool meant to serve men.

The more she remembered those things, the more unpleasant the man sitting opposite her became to look at.

Seeing Laviana remain silent for so long, the man’s expression immediately darkened.

"Laviana, I’m speaking to you."

She sighed.

"I’m listening."

"Then what is the meaning of this attitude?"

Laviana looked toward the chest in the middle of the room.

"I brought what you wanted, and you agreed to dissolve the Contract. Let’s get it over with."

The room immediately fell silent.

The man slowly sat straighter, causing the layers of fat beneath his chin to tremble slightly.

"You’re growing impatient with me?"

Laviana truly did not want to answer, but her silence only made him more displeased.

"Have you forgotten who you used to be?"

He raised one leg, angling his expensive leather shoe slightly toward Laviana.

"I can give you one final chance."

Laviana looked at him.

"What chance?"

"Kneel, kiss my foot, and apologize for your attitude today." The man spoke coldly, the corner of his lips curling as though he were granting her an extraordinary favor. "Then I will consider keeping the Contract."

Laviana stared at him in silence.

The two maids behind her immediately lowered their heads, not out of respect, but because they feared Laviana might lose her temper on the spot.

Yet she did not become angry.

She only felt tired.

"No need."

The man paused slightly.

Laviana pointed toward the chest in the center of the room.

"What you want is there. Dissolve it."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely sure."

The man stared at her for a long time, seemingly still unable to believe that the Succubus who had once constantly tried to please him genuinely wanted to leave.

"Who do you think will want you after you leave me?" He laughed, making no attempt to conceal his mockery. "You’re no longer young. You’ve already had a Contract, you have a child, and now you’ll carry the shame of being discarded by your Partner. What man would want something another man has already had?"