On the deck, the sea breeze brushed lightly.
Vic, dressed only in a pair of bikini trunks that saved an extreme amount of fabric, swaggered ahead.
His flawless skin glowed with a healthy sheen under the sun. Smooth muscle lines appeared and disappeared with his steps, carrying a natural, unconscious allure.
Behind him, Enid and Wednesday walked side by side. Yet, both of them coincidentally lowered their heads slightly, their steps a bit stiff as if the deck beneath their feet was scalding.
Vic looked back at his two little girlfriends and shrugged somewhat helplessly.
"Come on, I don't even care, why are you two so shy?"
His tone was relaxed, carrying a hint of confusion.
Vic leaned close to Enid, wanting to tease her.
Enid's face instantly turned as red as a ripe apple. She jerked her head away, muttering softly: "This guy... doesn't understand at all..."
She wailed internally: He doesn't understand at all how... stimulating he looks right now!
In fact, every humanoid monster with eyes on the cruise ship had their gaze stuck to Vic like a magnet.
Males looked with appreciation or jealousy, while females made no attempt to hide the heat and desire in their eyes.
Whispers and whistles rose and fell.
This couldn't be entirely blamed on Vic—
Growing up, he was accidentally raised by Big Sis Mavis using the Guide to Raising a Succubus. That bone-deep natural charm had long become instinct.
Even with his crazy and jumpy behavior, he couldn't suppress the attraction radiating from the inside out, of which he was completely unaware.
Especially now... in a state with so little fabric, that charm was magnified to the extreme.
Enid couldn't help but steal another glance at Vic's upper body. His firm chest muscles and abs were clearly defined in the sunlight. She subconsciously swallowed.
As for below... that startling, overly stimulating glimpse flashed through her mind again. Enid felt her cheeks burning even hotter.
She quickly shook her head, trying to dispel the images that made her heart race out of control.
The scene in the changing room just now had caused too big a shock to her pure werewolf soul.
Wednesday's voice rang out coolly, carrying her characteristic sharp tongue and inquisitiveness.
"I am very curious, Mr. Black. Exactly what psychological bottom line did you break through to convince yourself to wear this... palm-sized piece of cloth, and parade so calmly through the market?"
Hearing this, Vic wasn't embarrassed at all. Instead, he spread his hands righteously:
"After all, you guys already 'inspected' it!"
He deliberately dragged out the tone, then casually pointed at a passing octopus monster waving its tentacles nearby.
"Besides, look at this buddy. He's wearing nothing at all, isn't he swaggering around just fine?"
The octopus monster named suddenly stiffened, its tentacles curling up awkwardly.
It looked at its own naked, sucker-covered body, then at the monsters around it wearing various clothes. Suddenly, it let out a sound like a whimper.
Covering its face with its tentacles, it jumped into the sea with a SPLASH, splashing water everywhere.
Vic: "..."
He blinked innocently. "He seems... rather introverted?"
Looking at his two girlfriends behind him who still dared not look up completely and were uncomfortable all over, Vic sighed and compromised.
Venom on his shoulder squirmed and "spat" out a colorful Hawaiian beach shirt.
Vic put it on neatly, leaving it unbuttoned. Although it didn't completely cover him, adding a bit of fabric at least diluted that overly direct impact.
"Is this okay now?" He tugged at the flashy lapel.
Seeing the beach shirt barely cover most of the "scenery" and Vic's charm value drop significantly, Enid and Wednesday finally breathed a sigh of relief in secret, their tense shoulders relaxing.
Enid patted her still-burning cheeks, but an inexplicable trace of regret welled up in her heart.
Just now... why didn't I take the chance to look a few more times? Now that it's covered, it feels a little... regrettable?
Wednesday had recovered her usual calm. She glanced at Vic's aesthetically concerning beach shirt and commented faintly:
"At least, the current you looks more like a normal... tropical vacation idiot."
Vic chuckled, not minding at all, wrapping his arms around his two girlfriends' shoulders.
"Let's go, the idiot will take you to enjoy the starlight and the pool!"
Although gazes on the deck still followed them, they lacked much of the heat, replaced by some... complex comments on the taste of that beach shirt.
On the way to the pool area, Vic had one arm around Enid and the other resting on Wednesday, enthusiastically planning which activity to do first.
Suddenly, his steps paused. His eyes stared straight ahead not far away, his jaw almost hitting the deck.
"Oh my... God..."
Vic's voice carried a tremor of disbelief.
Enid and Wednesday followed his gaze and were instantly petrified on the spot.
They saw Count Dracula, who usually always wore a well-tailored black formal suit and had elegance carved into his bones, now wearing a Hawaiian beach shirt of the same style as Vic's, possibly even flashier!
The beach shirt was half-open, revealing his pale but well-maintained chest.
The lower half was even more horrifying—a pair of tight white short shorts, paired with black knee-high socks and polished white leather shoes!
And that wasn't the deadliest part.
Dracula was twisting his waist and hips with extreme devotion to some cheerful music coming from nowhere, dancing a... indescribable hot dance.
His pale face flushed with an abnormal redness. His mouth was split into a nearly goofy, incredibly "smitten" smile, his eyes glazed over.
As if immersed in his own world, he was completely oblivious to the horrified, surprised, or even stifled laughter directed at him from the surroundings.
"Is he... in love?"
Enid's azure eyes were filled with immense confusion and a trace of horror, her voice dry.
She really couldn't connect this figure with the abruptly changed style to the elegant and mysterious Vampire Count.
Wednesday's deep pool-like eyes showed no ripples. She observed calmly for two seconds, then delivered a conclusion in her consistent precise, sharp-tongued, and incisive style:
"No, he has become perverted."
Vic recovered from his initial shock, a mixed expression of understanding, sympathy, and extreme amusement appearing on his face.
He shook his head, letting out a meaningful sigh:
"Sigh, love~"
The tone was like a sage of love who had seen through the mortal world.
He made a prompt decision, looking left and right at his two girlfriends with complex expressions, and proposed:
"We shouldn't stay here long. I see another pool over there; let's change location?"
Enid and Wednesday nodded vigorously immediately, their movements unprecedentedly synchronized and swift.
They had zero desire to be swept into Count Dracula's obviously out-of-control "Love (Pervert) Storm," nor did they want to leave any visual evidence that could become blackmail material against him in the future.
The three turned tacitly, quickening their steps silently, retreating rapidly in the direction away from that "smitten" hot dance center.
Behind them, Count Dracula continued to twist selflessly. The hem of that Hawaiian shirt flew happily with his movements, forming a tragic yet hilarious contrast with his usual vampire noble image.
Undoubtedly, Captain Ericka's appearance meant that spring for this thousand-year-old vampire had arrived in a rather "intense" manner.