I am Dracula With My Three Beautiful Vampire Brides

Night fell, and the stars shone brightly.

Inside the Sultan's court, the lights blazed, and a passionate, melodic tune echoed through the palace halls.

Nobles in magnificent attire danced gracefully at the center of the ballroom, weaving elegantly across the polished floor.

It was a grand palace banquet, and nearly all of Istanbul's influential figures were present.

Meanwhile, in a shadowy corner of the palace garden—

"Ah~!!"

A trembling moan suddenly shattered the quiet.

Vlad, clad in an opulent black tuxedo, stepped slowly out of the darkness.

His upright posture and strikingly handsome face, enhanced by the power of vampire blood, radiated a magnetic charm.

Tonight, that vampire aura made him exude an even deeper calm and elegance.

Countless noblewomen and young debutantes cast him longing, fervent glances.

Vlad, thriving in the attention, felt completely at ease. He had become the star of the night.

Licking away the blood at the corner of his mouth, Vlad lightly adjusted his clothing and walked away with poised elegance.

He paid no mind to the wealthy lady collapsed in the flowerbed—her eyes glassy, her expression dazed.

Leaving the garden, Vlad quickly departed the Sultan's court.

The reason for his early exit? Vlad had just located his second vampire bride—and had also spotted the third.

One was Elena, with her reddish-brown hair and queen-like demeanor from Van Helsing's line.

The other was Marishka, graceful and golden-haired, with a sweet and delicate appearance.

It was an incredible coincidence—to meet both remaining brides at the same palace banquet.

Darkness served as Vlad's perfect cover.

A small black silhouette soared through the night, heading straight for the Mursi Monastery.

Yes, one of his vampire brides had become a nun. Who could have predicted such a twist?

When Vlad first discovered it, his expression had been beyond priceless.

Atop the chapel of the Mursi Monastery, a dark bat landed silently before morphing into a tall, mysterious figure.

Vlad stood quietly, gazing at the silent monastery.

He hesitated.

"Looks like I'll have to ask someone what's going on."

Not far off, one room glowed faintly with light.

Vlad's figure flickered and reappeared outside the building. Then, transforming into a bat, he slipped through the slightly open window.

"Oh my… This is supposed to be a monastery?"

"I wasn't expecting this... It's quite the spectacle."

Rather than act immediately, Vlad hung upside-down from a ceiling beam, observing the scene below with intrigue.

A middle-aged nun stood at the foot of a bed, whip in hand.

Before her knelt a blindfolded girl—her eyes covered in gauze, mouth gagged, and limbs bound tightly in rope.

With each lash of the whip, the girl whimpered and thrashed.

The pain and the fear of darkness consumed her.

But gagged and restrained, she could do nothing—only endure in silence.

The nun watched her with a crazed, excited expression, spitting insults and abuse.

"As a nun, your body and soul should be pure. Just look at your behavior lately!"

"Every time you go out, you seduce men and flaunt your beauty. I'll make sure you learn your lesson!"

Pa~ pa~

"You won't dare do it again!"

Her whipping grew fiercer and more frenzied.

"…Wu…Wu…No…"

The girl writhed in pain, as if trying to protest, but the gag left her helpless—forced to suffer silently under the cruel nun's punishment.

At this point, Vlad finally understood.

He had assumed they were indulging in carnal games—something he could tolerate.

But this? This was one-sided abuse born of jealousy.

And it disgusted him.

Vlad was no saint, but watching such vicious cruelty unfold in front of him filled him with revulsion.

Especially when the victim was such a delicate, beautiful girl.

"So this is what they call a house of God? This is eye-opening."

His voice rang out, thundering in the nun's ears.

"Who's there?!"

The nun whipped around in shock. She had never expected another soul to be watching her now—especially not while she committed such depravity.

"How did you get in here?!" she shouted, her tone sharp and fearful as her gaze landed on Vlad.

But Vlad just stared at her with contempt.

"It doesn't matter how I got in. What matters is—you're about to die."

"W-What did you say?!"

The nun's face paled. She hadn't imagined this unexpected visitor would threaten her life.

"This is a monastery! I'm the abbess here! If you kill me, the Church will hunt you down!"

She tried to scare him off.

But Vlad didn't waste a word. His eyes flashed with a strange red light. The abbess's eyes instantly glazed over. She froze, silent and stunned.

Vlad looked down at her with disdain, then walked over to the bound girl. Gently, he removed the gag from her mouth.

"I have just one question. Answer me truthfully, and I'll take you away from this place."

He spoke without waiting for her reply.

"Do you know Elena?"

The girl tensed. After a brief hesitation, she nodded.

"W-What do you want with her?"

Her voice was soft and trembling. She was clearly frightened.

Vlad considered for a moment before answering.

"I'm taking her away."

"You… know her?" the girl asked, confused.

"That's not your concern," Vlad said with a frown.

She seemed to sense his growing impatience and fell silent.

Vlad felt something was wrong. He had only asked for information—why was she reacting like this?

He began to grow suspicious.

Slowly, he removed the gauze covering her eyes.

Their gazes met—and both froze in shock.

"Elena!" Vlad gasped, his eyes wide.

"Yes… it's you," the girl replied, equally stunned.

It was her.

The girl who had been so cruelly humiliated and abused… was Elena.

The very one he had been searching for.

What a twisted, cruel irony.

Tears streamed down Alina's cheeks as, once freed, she threw herself into Vlad's arms, sobbing like a child.

Even Vlad—who had seen much darkness—felt a pang of anguish and pity in his cold heart.