I Shall Cuck Everyone

Currently, I find myself within the confines of Zamira's exquisite room, a stark contrast to the arrangement and beauty of my mother's quarters. This space emanates an air of elegance, complete with state-of-the-art appliances meticulously placed throughout. However, it is the colossal artwork adorning the wall that captures my attention most fervently.

As my gaze lingers upon the artwork, a smile involuntarily begins to grace my countenance. It is evident that this young lady holds a fondness for the Protoss, judging by the prominent display.

Directing my attention away from the artwork, I fix my eyes upon Zamira, who is nestled upon her bed in a slumber, her eyes firmly closed. Positioned adjacent to her rests a conspicuously substantial candle, emitting a thread of ethereal essence that intertwines with Zamira's very being.

Standing closely behind me is Zagrath, her gaze fixed upon my every movement, an expression of curiosity adorning her countenance.

I inquire, "What purpose does this candle serve?"

Zagrath responds, "It serves to alleviate pain. We acquired it during our visit to the dwarves' planet."

"I see... So you accompanied Zamira on her journey to the dwarves' planet," I remark.

"Yes," comes Zagrath's simple response.

In the ensuing moment, I seat myself upon an unoccupied stool beside Zamira. Suddenly, her eyes flutter open, widening in astonishment as they meet my gaze. She instinctively attempts to rise from her supine position, yet I swiftly impede her efforts, gently guiding her back onto the bed with a supportive grip on her shoulders.

"P-Protoss..." Zamira murmurs.

"Please, refrain from addressing me as such. Just call me Jake, and it shall suffice," I implore, accompanied by a bittersweet smile.

In return, Zamira reciprocates with a radiant smile, a countenance I have not witnessed since our encounter yesterday.

"Master~" Zagrath utters in hushed tones, drawing Zamira's attention towards her.

"Master, how are you feeling now?" Zagrath queries as she approaches Zamira, enveloping her in an embrace upon the bed.

"I feel considerably better. You may extinguish the candle," Zamira directs, pointing towards the now-illuminated presence on the adjacent stool.

Complying with her request, Zagrath sways a vampiric glow over the candle, gradually extinguishing its ethereal glow before removing it from the room.

"Why did you extinguish it in such a manner?" I inquire, an expression of perplexity adorning my features.

"Oh, that? Well, it does not extinguish like an ordinary candle. I acquired it from the dwarves when I assisted them in vanquishing a Kraken on their planet. I sustained a few bruises during the ordeal, and they bestowed this candle upon me, advising its use during sleep to alleviate my discomfort," Zamira explains.

"I understand," I acknowledge.

"Zagrath, would you kindly excuse us?" Zamira abruptly requests, casting a gaze towards Zagrath, who remains stationed behind me.

"Very well, Master," Zagrath acquiesces before taking her leave from the room.

...

...

Now that only the two of us remain in the chamber, a faint blush tinges Zamira's visage, her delicate fingers instinctively employing the blanket to shield half of her face in a display of shyness reminiscent of a teenage girl.

"Um... About the blood oath we undertook, what are we to do with it? Do you intend to marry me?" Zamira ventures, deliberately averting her gaze.

"Oh... In regard to that matter, well... I do"

"...I can nullify the contract since I am the master of the blood spirit," I reply, feeling a slight embarrassment as I scratch the back of my head. However, inwardly, a grin forms, knowing the decision I am about to reveal.

"N-No, there's no need for that. Don't you wish to marry me?" Zamira speaks up, her face flushed crimson.

"I... I will marry you," I declare with a smile, affirming my commitment.

"Really!? You'll marry me?" Zamira exclaims, her eyes sparkling with delight.

"Yes," I confirm, my smile unwavering.

"O-Okay," Zamira replies, her fingers fidgeting nervously, reminiscent of a bashful teenager.

...

...

"Now, about the..." Zamira and I simultaneously begin to speak, causing her to blush once more.

"You go first," I offer, allowing her to take the lead.

"Alright," she agrees.

"Regarding the banquet... It is scheduled to take place today. Are you prepared for it?" Zamira inquires.

"Yes, I was informed by my mother. Mentally, I may not be fully prepared, but as the event is held in my honor, attendance is obligatory," I respond with a sigh.

"The banquet will be held in the royal event hall in approximately one hour. Some guests have already arrived and are currently gathered in the royal lounge. We are planning to announce our marriage during the occasion," Zamira reveals, her face growing slightly redder.

"Oh... I believe it would be prudent to keep our marriage a secret for now," I suggest, shaking my head wearily.

"Why?," Zamira questions, raising an eyebrow.

"I prefer to avoid unnecessary gossip and speculation. It might be best if we marry discreetly. Besides, you know how elaborate vampire marriage ceremonies can be, with their rituals and traditions," I explain.

"I suppose you have a point... Well, it doesn't matter to me. I don't mind if they hear my passionate expressions," Zamira remarks.

"I understand... If that is your desire, then so be it," I acquiesce.

"Furthermore, I do not wish to have children in the near future," Zamira adds.

Her words catch me off guard, and a look of surprise manifests on my face. It is the first time a woman, especially the woman who is to become my wife, has expressed such a sentiment.

"I respect your decision. I promise not to impregnate you without your consent," I assure her, intertwining our hands.

Zamira fell in love with me upon learning of my identity as a Protoss. While our bond may not yet be profound, I vow to be the best husband I can for her.

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"Jake, you look quite dashing in this attire," Mom compliments, her face blushing as she gazes at me from head to toe.

"Wow! I never knew my master could look this handsome," Stella chimes in, awe evident in her voice.

I can't help but sigh deeply. Taking a moment to examine myself in the mirror, which spans almost three meters in length, I fail to see anything remarkable about my ensemble. In fact, the clothing appears rather ludicrous to me.

Allow me to provide a vivid description. I currently don a red tunic garment beneath a lustrous black jacket crafted from the hide of a gator. The accompanying trousers are fashioned from the same material, slightly restricting my movements. To complete the ensemble, I wear pointed shoes with curved tips reminiscent of those donned by clowns.

Sigh...

[Fufufu, you truly resemble a clown, master.]

You needn't remind me.

Skull face

"Mom, don't you think I should change this attire?" I ask with a deep sigh, feeling a sense of embarrassment. How could they expect me to wear such a peculiar outfit?

"It suits you perfectly, Jake! After all, you're about to become a father. Isn't it time you reconsidered your fashion choices?" Mom responds, her cheeks flushing with excitement.

"Master, the outfit looks splendid on you! I wholeheartedly support Jill!" Stella adds enthusiastically.

Both Mom and Stella continue to praise the attire, extolling its charm.

Sigh...

[Master, you've let out more than a hundred sighs... (⁠◔⁠ᴗ⁠◔⁠)]

"I simply have a simple question, Mom," I state, my face turning slightly red from the awkwardness. How could they expect me to wear such outlandish clothing?

"What would you like to ask, Jake? You do like the outfit, don't you? I knew you would!" Mom gushes with a giggle.

"..."

[(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠)]

"Who exactly owns this attire?" I inquire, letting out another sigh.

"To be honest, this dress belonged to your father. He wore it when he fought against the Demon King and emerged victorious. These garments are legendary, Jake! I managed to acquire this one before his possessions were confiscated," Mom explains.

"You mean Dad wore this attire during his battle against the Demon King?" I ask, astonished. Even Stella appears speechless, her mouth agape in awe.

"Yes, they are legendary items!"

"Wait a moment..."

Now that I finally take notice, I can feel the energy emanating from the clothing. I didn't realize it earlier due to its unappealing appearance.

[Well, considering your recent disregard for the system, I assumed you were aware. However, you didn't appreciate them due to their appearance. Nevertheless, regardless of their value, you still resemble a clown. ᕙ⁠(⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)⁠ᕗ]

"B-But they're all legendary-tier beast items! Clothing made from legendary-ranked beasts! Who exactly is my father? I, as a Protoss, have never enjoyed such privileges," I exclaim in disbelief.

[Would you like me to display the stats?]

Yes, please. While I can discern the tier of the beast items, I cannot ascertain all of their skills.

[BLOOD TUNIC]:

After being stained by the blood of countless beasts, this once white tunic transformed into a blood-red garment, evolving into a legendary beast item due to its wearer being the first to single-handedly slay millions of beasts.<<

STATS<<

*Agility: +60

*Strength: +15

*Stamina: +25

*Resistance: +60

SKILLS<<

*Blood Roar: Overwhelm enemies with the intense blood aura absorbed by the tunic, instilling fear regardless of their rank due to the murderous intent directed at them.

Type: Active skill

Usage: 50 seconds

Cooldown: Resets every 2 hours of usage.

[BLOOD CROCS JACKET AND PANTS]

A jacket and pants crafted from the skin and crystal essence of a Blood Croc found in Skull Valley. The Blood Crocs can only be activated if the user wears both the pants and jacket.<<

STATS<<

*Agility: +15

*Strength: +50

*Stamina: +25

*Resistance: +90

SKILLS<<

*Blood Croc Bite: Summon an ethereal manifestation of the Blood Croc and control it as your pet, using its powerful bite force to crush your enemies. However, the Blood Croc can be defeated if the opponent is significantly stronger.

Type: Active skill

Usage: 10 minutes

Cooldown: Resets every 24 hours

[CLOWN SHOES]

A pair of shoes crafted from the crystal essence of a Spirad, a beast known for its trickery and cunning nature. It's one of the most feared creatures.<<

STATS<<

*Agility: +85

*Strength: +16

*Stamina: +25

*Resistance: +5

SKILLS<<

*Flash Walk: Despite their clown-like appearance, the Clown Shoes grant the user extraordinary speed, allowing them to move in a blur-like fashion that appears almost otherworldly to opponents.

Type: Active skill

Usage: 2 seconds

Cooldown: Resets every 10 minutes

As I observe the stats, my jaw drops in amazement at the power contained within these items.