I Shall Cuck Everyone

PS: Note That the pig here is purely fictional in case your beliefs are against it.

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Currently,and Stella are walking down a fine street filled with us passing by different kinds of shops, parks, and even the beach. As surprising as it may sound, the red plis as much fun as that of earth— even much more fun.

There are also a lot of tourists here and even immigrants from different races, the majority of them being humans despite knowing the odds. It's not like they are going to be attacked by the vampires, but they don't even seem scared of our nature of taking a likeness for their blood.

There's barely any plyou won't find humans thriving. They even live on planets that are inhabitable for them. Why? That's simply because humans are explorers by nature. They are a race that never gets satisfied with what they have. They'd rather curse their pland move to another one.

Yum~ Yum~ Yum~

My mouth and Stella's mouth move in sync as we clumsily eat the grilled pork while walking down the road, with people looking at us in disgust. Not many people know my face or realize it's the crown prince since I am wearing a very simple dress which will probably confuse them even though they suspect it.

Taking a bite from a large portion of pork, the oil smears my mouth and chin, but I greedily lick every last bit of it. As I am about to take another bite, someone suddenly grabs my hands, looking atwith a judging expression.

"You said you were going to leave that for Gogo, master."

"Ah… That's true, Stella. I have to admit, I got carried away by the exquisite taste of the pork. I have been missing a lot. I think I will only enjoy myself for the few days to come."

"There's nothing exquisite about it though. It tastes just like normal grilled pork. I think it just tastes a little distinct— probably due to the human blood sauce." Stella shrugs while trying to pick her teeth with her fingers.

"You see… Should I say my childhood was pretty rough? No, it was more like I was a degen. I spent my childhood gambling, fighting, and doing perverted things along with my friends or selling szombie parts. But good riddance, the zombies are gone. They found a cure for it." I let out a huff.

"Then, you can still catch up, master. You can catch up with everything you missed in your childhood!" Stella says in excitement.

"Mmm, everything I missed in my childhood. Let's see… That should be fun. I didn't know you were this playful, Stella. No wonder you always burn through your allowances."

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*Cough*

"Ahem… I think I want to go there though." I point at an arcade shop with a signature nwritten in the vampire language—which I find very stressful to pronounce.

Stella doesn't say anything as she simply starts power-walking towards the shop with her cheeks puffed.

Getting inside the arcade shop, we get met by a very strong odor— that of an air freshener. Well, I don't blthe owners because they are probably using the air fresheners to curb any bad odor. After all, a lot of vampires have the tendency of not bathing for several days, months, or even years.

Looking around, I see several people playing video games,  punching machine bags, bean bag toss, basketball toss, down the clown, and many other arcade games.

But the thing that catches my attention the most is an oddly fat, pot-bellied vampire in a long coat, black glasses hiding his fatty eyelids. Food stains smear his mouth, and his swollen belly strains against his coat. He is playing Whac-A-Mole with about eight guards standing behind him.

"Who's that, master?" Stella asks.

"I have no idea."

"He is ugly."

"Yeah, ugly as fuck." I mutter, looking at the vampire's massive pot belly jiggle with each of his whacks on the machine. It's rare to see a fat vampire, and right before my eyes is a fat vampire.

"Anyone that can winin this Whac-A-Mole gwill go hwith six hundred million credits!" The fat vampire suddenly announces with a voice amplifier.

"F-Five hundred million credits!!! That's equivalent to almost a billion dollars on earth! Who is this guy?" I exclaim, my eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. Never in my life have I ever been shocked like this. That is the price tag of S-class ability!

Several people Inside the arcade shop begin chatting among themselves, plunging the arcade shop into chaos as many people try to force their way toward the fat vampire, only to be stopped by his heavily built guards. And then, his voice starts to reverberate across the shop again.

"It comes with just two rules though. The first one is that we are allowed to whack the moles using our aura. In other words, we can use our vampiric powers. Don't worry, the machine won't break.

The second rule is that anyone who loses will have to payten million credits. If the person is unable to pay me, the person will work forfor the rest of their life!" The fat vampire adds, a smirk appearing on his face.

With his full announcement, everyone who was eager to challenge him suddenly halts in their tracks, all of them returning to what they were formerly doing. It was indeed a tempting offer, one that would make anyone retire for life. However, only the ultra-rich could afford ten million credits if they were to lose.

Furthermore, no one would wantto be a slave for someone in this modern era for the rest of their life.

"Just who is this guy?"

Suddenly, while I am in my thoughts, I notice a little commotion. Focusing my attention, I notice that a slender vampire— also a noble, raised his hand to challenge the fat vampire.