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Vic felt himself suddenly snatched up in a bear hug, his feet leaving the ground instantly, his field of vision shooting upward.
Before he could react, his cheeks were assaulted by several wet, cool kisses.
This feeling was distinctly different—
Not Enid's shy, tentative peck, nor Wednesday's forceful, analytical kiss. It was more like...
An elder kissing a cub, filled with pure joy and an almost spoiling level of intimacy.
"Wait, wait! Who is this?!"
Enid's eyes widened, momentarily forgetting to stop this sudden "attack."
Through the familiar kisses that smelled faintly of blood orange, Vic finally realized who was holding him.
"Mavis?!"
He struggled, his voice laced with a helpless mix of laughter and tears.
"Put me down! I'm nineteen! I'm not a kid anymore!"
"Oh~ in my eyes, you're still that dirty little cutie Daddy Dracula dragged home!"
A cheerful voice rang out. The arms holding him squeezed tighter, planting another loud smooch on his forehead.
"Let Big Sis kiss you again! Thank you for the special sunblock you sent back! So this is what a picnic under the sun feels like! Mwah!"
Holding him was a young woman who looked no older than twenty-something, with pale skin, a brilliant smile, and large, blinking eyes full of vitality.
"Mavis! You're over a hundred years old! Act your age!"
Though Vic complained, the smile blooming on his face was incredibly bright.
It was a smile Wednesday and Enid had never seen before—free of any shadow, genuinely joyful from the bottom of his heart. It was as if he had shed all madness and pretense, returning to his most authentic self.
This pure smile caused a very faint trace of jealousy—one they didn't even notice themselves—to flicker through both Wednesday and Enid's hearts.
"Mavis?"
Enid remembered. Vic seemed to have mentioned her—someone from that Hotel Transylvania place that took him in.
Wait, doesn't that mean... childhood sweethearts? Century-old childhood sweethearts?! Enid's internal crisis meter exploded instantly.
"Calm down, Sinclair," Wednesday's voice drifted over, chilly and sharp as always.
"Use that pitiable brain capacity of yours to think. Age gaps and time spent together do not directly equate to romantic relationships. Stop acting like a jumpy golden retriever."
Just then, a tiny, fuzzy little bat groggily poked its head out of Mavis's collar. It rubbed its eyes with tiny claws, saw Vic, and its beady black eyes lit up!
Poof! With a soft pop and a small puff of smoke, the little bat vanished.
In its place was a chubby-cheeked little boy, maybe four or five years old, with a mop of fluffy red curls. He fell precisely into Vic's arms.
The little boy wrapped his short, pudgy arms around Vic's neck and shouted in a crisp, milky voice sweet enough to cause diabetes:
"Daddy!"
"Pfft—!"
Enid choked on air, her vision going black for a second. She almost fainted on the spot! The kid is already this big?!
Wednesday grabbed the stumbling Enid, her voice dripping with undisguised mockery.
"Use your eyes, Sinclair. And engage what little deductive reasoning you have left. Do those two pale, black-haired individuals look like they could produce a ginger-haired offspring? Has genetics failed you entirely?"
Vic scrambled to hold the soft little boy in his arms, correcting him helplessly:
"Dennis! I've told you so many times! You have to call me Godfather! Understand? Godfather!"
The little boy—Dennis—tilted his head, blinking his big eyes as if processing the word, then spoke sweetly again:
"Godfather!"
"Oh... oh, it's Godfather..."
Enid let out a long breath, patting her chest, feeling her heart finally settle back into place. "Scared me to death..."
Mavis giggled and put Vic down, reaching out to ruffle Dennis's red curls.
"That's right, that's right! Vic is our Dennis's most~ favorite Godfather! Right, Dennis?"
"Uh-huh!"
Dennis nodded vigorously, planting another wet smack on Vic's cheek.
Mavis's curious gaze landed on Wednesday and Enid standing next to Vic. She blinked, revealing an even brighter, teasing smile:
"So~ out of these two lovely ladies, which one is my dear little brother Vic's girlfriend? Or could it be...?"
"Both."
Vic puffed out his chest, wearing a brilliant smile that was equal parts crazy and proud. He announced it righteously, as if showing off a unparalleled medal of honor.
Before he could finish—
Hiss! Enid's werewolf claw (retracted, mostly) scratched his arm unceremoniously.
Thud! The tip of Wednesday's shoe kicked his shin with surgical precision.
Vic grimaced in pain, but his smile didn't dim in the slightest.
"Oh, my goodness!"
Mavis immediately covered her face with her hands in an exaggerated gesture, shoulders trembling as if sobbing. But the eyes peeking through her fingers were sparkling with the glee of a successful prank.
"The boy I raised from childhood... has actually turned into a little scumbag! This is my responsibility, a failure of my education... Oh!"
She suddenly dropped her hands. There were no tears on her face, only mischievous laughter.
"—This is absolutely! FAN! TASTIC!"
She drew out the syllables, winking quickly at Vic.
In the next second, she seemingly teleported between Wednesday and Enid, extending her arms to wrap affectionately around their shoulders as if they were sisters who had known each other for years.
"Even though Big Sis accidentally raised little Vic into a bit of a player—"
She lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper.
"But you can't deny, our little Vic is truly charming, isn't he?"
"Look at that talent for trouble, that craziness that makes you love him and hate him... tsk tsk."
Enid thought of something, and her cheeks exploded red instantly, steam practically rising from her head.
Even the perpetually icy Wednesday swallowed ever so slightly, as if choking down some sudden, heated emotion.
"Come on, Mavis!"
Vic shouted from the side, still holding Dennis, tearing down her narrative.
"You're the one who picked up Guide to Raising Succubi: From Novice to Master instead of Basic Care for Human Cubs! And you insisted the covers looked similar!"
The truth revealed!
Enid and Wednesday's gazes instantly focused on Mavis, their eyes saying, "So YOU are the root of all evil."
Enid silently gave Mavis a thumbs-up in her heart—Great job!
The corner of Wednesday's mouth twitched upward by a micrometer.
Exposed, Mavis wasn't embarrassed in the least. Instead, she lifted her chin proudly, tightening her hug on her two "sisters-in-law."
"Hmph! You don't know a good deed when you see one! If not for my 'tailored education' back then, with just your crazy self, could you have landed two such excellent and beautiful girls? Consider yourself lucky!"
Vic grinned and leaned in, forcing himself into the group hug, trying to wrap his arms around all of them while triumphantly flashing a peace sign.
"True!" He announced loudly, his smile dazzling. "I definitely hit the jackpot!"
"Wait," Vic remembered something, looking confused.
"How did you know I was here? I purposely hid the return address on the packages I sent you."
Mavis blinked, revealing a sly smile.
"You have the nerve to ask! You didn't contact us for months; everyone was worried sick. Luckily, I found some old clothes you left behind—"
"Clothes?"
Vic paused, then realization dawned.
"Oh no... Winnie!"
"That's right! It's me!"
A crisp, cheerful voice came from above.
A little werewolf girl wearing a pink dress, about the same size as Dennis, leaped down from a tree branch like an agile kitten, landing precisely on top of Vic's head.
Her fluffy wolf ears twitched excitedly, and her bushy tail wagged happily. She shouted in a super-sweet, milky voice:
"Miss me, Uncle Vic?!"
Little Winnie made herself comfortable in Vic's messy black hair, her small legs swinging in front of his eyes.
Current Status of Vic:
Sitting on his head: A little werewolf girl.
Holding in his arms: A little vampire boy.
Standing beside him: A smiling vampire sister.
Standing opposite him: Wednesday and Enid.
Vic blinked, his smile brilliant. With family and love all around him, he felt like he was missing absolutely nothing.