My Stepmom Is a Vampire
Copyright© 2025 by Vamp
Chapter 9: Do You Want Me To Be Your Stepmother Or Lover?
Seamus’s eyes shot open as he jolted upright, breath ragged, his whole body drenched in sweat. It felt like he’d just run a marathon.
Worse, his vision spun with stars before he collapsed back down onto the bed, dizzy and weak all over.
“What ... what’s happening to me?” he muttered groggily, one hand gripping his forehead.
His eyes darted around the room, and he realized that this wasn’t his room. The walls were lined with ornate Victorian decor, the fireplace still warm with embers, the air thick with the scent of aged wood and polish.
Paintings hung in golden frames, the bed was massive, and everything screamed wealth.
“Ugh ... my head ... my stomach...” he groaned, covering his face. “I feel like throwing up.”
Then he noticed something even weirder. Floating in the air before him was a glowing screen.
Just hovering there, like it was the most normal thing in the world. A system window. Like the ones from those cheap light novels or games he used to read at the bookstore during his shift.
It read:
[Welcome, Seamus]
[You have activated the Scarlet Purgatory Lust System]
[Would you like to see your status?]
He stared at it, completely blank for a few seconds.
‘What the actual hell? A system? Like in a video game?’
He didn’t know what was happening, but Seamus had a bad feeling about this.
Well, the light novel he read at least proves to him that the system sometimes brings chaos and suffering to those who hold it.
However, it wasn’t like he had a choice at all. It was already there and he couldn’t just ignore it.
Maybe it was the other system that brought ‘heaven on earth’ like sex since there was a ‘Lust’ in that name.
“ ... Screw it. Let’s see it.”
[Host Status Information:]
[Name: Seamus Danford]
[Age: 18 years old]
[Race: Vampire???]
[Level: 5]
[Evolution Stage: Exordium]
[Level Required for Next Evolution: 10]
[Sigil: None]
[Attributes:]
[Sanguin Vein: 100 / 100]
[ATK: 20 | DEF: 10 | SPD: 25 | STR: 15 | CHA: 30 | VIT: 25]
There were terms he didn’t understand, but one thing stood out.
Race: Vampire???
“ ... What?”
Suddenly his chest tightened. His heart slammed painfully against his ribs, and then it all came rushing back. Flashes of red, the memory like a blade scraping across his mind.
Viviane.
Her voice in his ear. Her fangs on his neck. The way she claimed him, called him hers.
“Forever and ever...”
The memory was too clear now. Too vivid to be a dream.
“No ... that was just a nightmare ... right?” he whispered.
[Incorrect.]
[That was a memory, Seamus Danford.]
[You are now a??? type of vampire.]
[As your system that will guide you through evolution, I recommend you keep this information hidden for now.]
His throat tightened.
“No ... no, no, that doesn’t make sense. I’m just ... I’m just some part-timer with a girlfriend! Why me? Why a system? Why vampires? And what do you mean by ‘evolution’?!”
The questions kept pouring out, his breath speeding up again, as the world he knew began to crumble.
He gripped the blanket tightly, heart still racing.
Everything—his job, his school, his relationship, even his own body—had changed. And all of it, all this madness, started the moment he met his hot GF.
“ ... Dad...” he whispered.
If Viviane was a vampire, and now he was becoming one, then Andrew was either in danger ... or already dead.
“Think about it ... He met Isolde in a single night and then they got married. There’s no way someone like her would want him in the first place.”