Vampire Cultivation System in a Hidden World of Monsters

Chapter 149 Zara

The talking treasure chest filled with pennies hopped over to me on the ground and said, "Mister, are you ok? You took a nasty bump on your booty."

"I'm fine," I said. "I just didn't expect you to talk."

"Yeah, I get that a lot. My last bracelet broke and I haven't been able to get a new one since. So I'm stuck like this." Penny said.

"Well, I'd be more than happy to get you a new one. I'd shake your hand and welcome you to the team, but you don't have hands. So I'll just welcome you to the team. Welcome to the team!" I said, and put my head back down on the ground.

Penny hopped off backstage and I heard a loud gasp as all the girls got to meet Penny.

A girl with white rabbit ears walked over to me and offered me a hand. "Up you go," she said as she helped pull me up. "Hiya! My name is Tsuki! That means "moon." I'm a moon rabbit. I pound things into powder! I make medicines with it. What do you do?"

"It's nice to meet you, Tsuki. I mostly fight bad guys, train my powers, and spend time with my women," I said.

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"Is 'spending time' a euphemism for fucking? Do you fuck? Huh? Do you? Do you fuck? I like to fuck! Like a rabbit, you might say," she said as she winked at me really hard.

"I feel like the whole magic cum thing answers whether I fuck, but to answer your question, yes I do fuck. Funny joke," I said. Man this girl talked a mile a minute. I could barely keep up. "Have fun meeting the girls," I said. "Oh yeah, and welcome to the team." I turned around to say that last bit, and she was gone.

I turned back and a woman was standing in front of me. Well, she wasn't standing per se. She was holding her body at a vertical angle you might say. She was a lamia. She had the upper body of a woman and the lower body of a giant snake.

"Hi," I said. "What's your name?"

"Ophelia. It must be exhausting meeting so many people at once. Maybe I can give you massage later," she said. "You seem… tense."

"Maybe, a little bit. A massage would be nice," I said. "Welcome to the team, Ophelia."

"I'll be seeing you," she said as she slithered past me. She made sure to rub her snake half against my body as she left. It felt kind of nice.

All of the fathers and masters had already left. The only person left was the one who didn't raise her hand about having a similar story to Hope. She was wearing a long black jacket, black yoga pants, and a cutoff top that showed off her scaled abs.

She had a massive cobra's hood that was part of her head. She had a human face, but the top and back of her head were snake like. She was a Naga. Naga are a different kind of snake person than Lamia.

From what Elder Ravenkin taught me, they were very secluded and tribal. They didn't often interact with other sects or come out to any cities. I didn't know what she was doing here, but I was curious to find out.

I waited for her to approach me, she kind of just looked to the side and crossed her arms. She seemed like she was trying to make up her mind whether to approach or not, so I made it easier for her. I approached her.

"Hi, my name is Dylan. It's nice to meet you. What's your name?" I said.

"You already said that. My name is none of your business. I'm just here because I need a place to stay. I don't need any of your magic cum or whatever. I don't want to be part of your dumb team and I'm not entering into a relationship with someone I don't even know," she said.

"What happened? Why do you need a place to stay? Do you need me to beat someone up for you?" I said, cracking my knuckles.

"No, no, that's not necessary. I've been exiled from my sect. I'm a princess in the sect and my parents arranged for me to marry a prince. But I didn't want to. They couldn't accept that, so they banished me," she said.

"I really have nowhere to go and no money, and I overheard someone talking about you recruiting team members, and I thought I might be able to sleep somewhere tonight, rather than on the streets."

"Oh. I'm sorry. That's sounds awful. I mean, you can stay with us if you want, but I feel like you don't just need a place to stay. Your purpose in life has been ripped out from under you. I think you would find fulfillment if you actually joined the team," I said.

"I said I don't want to be a part of your stupid team! I don't give a fuck if all the humans and monsters on this planet die to this army you said is coming in a month. If anything, that would solve my problems. I wouldn't have to deal with other people telling me what to do or trying to control my life," she said.

"I'm sorry you feel that way. As long as you're not rude or disrespectful to the members of my team, I'll give you a place to stay. This is not me telling you what to do or trying to control you. I'm simply giving the conditions under which I am willing to help you," I said.

"It's your choice if you take it or leave it. You are a fully autonomous being who can make choices for herself. Now what is it? Are you going to play nice, or do I have to watch another person get lost to the streets?"

I crossed my arms. I didn't like her attitude, but I understood where she was coming from. I wasn't too different from her at one point. So I'd give her a chance. It was up to her to take it.

"I'll place nice, but if you try to lay a single finger on me, I will break it off, and I don't mean the finger," she said.

"Understood. I read you loud and clear, but one thing I won't accept is that your name is none of my business. I need to call you something, so you know when I'm talking to you. Make one up or use your real name. I don't give a fuck. Now what am I going to call you?"

I set my jaw. I totally got this girl, but I didn't like the implied accusations, the insults or the lack of transparency. She was holding a gun in her jacket pocket and it was aimed right at my dick. She probably didn't know I knew.

She could be a massive liability if she blew up on anyone in the team. Especially, if she brought out her gun. My girls weren't bullet proof. Only I was.

It pissed me off that she would dare to endanger my women, while presuming I owed her a place to stay without her even having to be polite. But I had been in her shoes. I never aimed a gun at anyone's dick, but I had lived on the streets. It was a hard place, and it could turn people paranoid, like this woman.

"You can call me Zara," she said. "Now let's go."

"Let me set a few things straight Zara. I don't owe you shit. I don't like your attitude, and so far, I don't like you. You're an asshole, in case nobody ever told you. You're also going nowhere near my girls with that gun. So use it or lose it," I said.

"You're going to give me a place to stay, or you're going to lose that dick you're so proud of!" She said.

She pulled the gun out of her jacket pocket and aimed it right at my dick. Her eyes her wild. She was either hopped on something or she was sleep deprived. I was leaning towards the latter.

"I know guys like you! You always think you can dictate how others live their lives. You think everyone should worship you just because you have a big dick and you can make women cum. Whoop-dee-fucking-doo! Now you're going to agree to let me stay with you and your girls, and I get to keep my gun, or you're going to lose your cock!" She said.

"Like I said, use it or loose it. And you better only shoot me below the waist, or I'm going to be pissed," I said.

"You fucking asked for it!" She pulled the trigger and shot me right in the dick. It hit the tip of my cock.

"Fuck, that hurts!" I said. "That's gonna leave a mark." Then I stayed standing and looked at her. "Are you done?"

"What the fuck? What are you?" She said.

Then she made a big mistake. She pulled her gun up and shot me in the chest and stomach. Some of her bullets went wide and hit the curtain separating the front stage from the back stage. Now I was pissed.

I advanced on her and she kept pulling the trigger and walking backwards until she was out of bullets. Then she tripped over her own feet and fell backwards onto her back.

I hopped on her and put my knees on her arms. I grabbed her by the throat and squeezed the outside of her throat. I didn't press down and I wasn't cutting off her airway. But I was cutting off some of her blood circulation to her head, so she was going to be very uncomfortable or very unconscious soon.

"Get off me!" She said. She tried to hit me with the gun, but with her arms held down, it didn't do anything. I grabbed the gun and threw it away.

"You can't shoot me all you want, but you don't get to shoot at my girls. And you did. Multiple times. The only reason you aren't dead yet, is because I didn't hear any screams. They must have gone somewhere else or are farther backstage," I said.

"Get rid of this shitty, 'I'm hard' persona you're throwing on. You're not hard. You're not a badass. You're nothing. And you're about to be even more nothing very soon."