Balor Over Hell 4 - or 'I am kind of like DIO but Femboy and with an actual interest in women' (Gasper Vladi!SI DxD)

Being the Heir of House Vladi was just the first step, but that doesn't stop me from already reaping the benefits of the title.

Yes, I get it- I had to obey a more paranoid daddy dearest in an effort to keep the tense status quo up and avoid a bloody assassination attempt. Not like there weren't attempts anyway, I just didn't want him to get too invested in the topic.

But beyond that, I still got that sweet and delicious right that many kids 'my age' could only dream to get- having permission to go on a walk. Not just 'a normal walk', but 'the walk'.

As a prime example of cultured vampire, I had to produce example through my action and… there was so much canon to fuck up that I had to get my ass moving even though I was still stuck at the first hurdle.

Starting with finding out where one Asia Argento is and yoinking her before the plot took care of that. Timeline-wise, I was still well in time to prevent Diodora pulling a cheeky move to try and claim her, but that required to 1) be able to leave the country (yes, daddy dearest refused to consider letting me leave Romania) and 2) have a fucking clue of where she was right now.

No, I doubted she was in Rome or else the church would have already made her a Saint or something. One thing I remember from my previous life is that the 'farther' a potential saint is from Rome, the more difficult it will be for them to be recognized as such.

Then again, it was more of a modern thing than how they used to do in antiquity but… well, it was of my personal convenience, so I saw no issue with that. For now.

So, with that plan shelved, I shifted my attention on what I could actually do in these conditions- such as using some of my new 'allowance', with the first installation suffering a dent for 'paying the medical bills of my brother' which, truth be told, weren't as bad as everyone was making those appear. He got hurt- he was going to survive that. Bah, everyone supporting the meathead like dumbasses- as if he had the means to fuck me up somehow.

In fact, I pretty much isolated my family in that regard.

A few days after the fight, dear Vicky decided to visit to claim her panties. I wanted to give those back to her… for a price. She called it outrageous, I called it reasonable- in truth, it was more of a stupid demand as many would have claimed so much more for a pair of panties but… I won her over for what I craved as her lil' bro.

So, it was now a custom that, each afternoon she was at home, she would visit my room, sit on my bed, pat her lap and, yes I bet you now know it, give me a frigging lap pillow.

Holy Fucking Shit, this body is geared to fucking love that shit. I knew that there was something magical when it comes to that sort of stuff, but boy I love getting subjected to that.

My sister was also shocked that I wanted just that, always thinking that I was up to do something more sinister due to stealing her panties just once! As if that made me a monster or something…

I am too adorable for counterpoints, so fuck you!

Still, back on the situation relating to my allowance- I decided to invest part of my money in a long-term project. Getting myself a PC for a small room in the castle that I turned in my electronic workshop, get the other items needed to provide myself a way to connect online and… fucking study the shit out of computing books.

I was ready to pull a Bill Gates and Steve Jobs if needed, but that required time and effort. So, for weeks it was all just about training, doing standard heir businesses such as attending symbolic shit with daddy dearest, getting a lap pillow and burying my face on some books and onto the basic keyboard I got.

I wasn't expecting that aspect to go fast, but my natural endurance made it easy to handle some insane sleep schedule that reminded me how vampires were nocturnal so, taking it easy for my brain early in the morning was good because I could go full nerd by nighttime.

I waited to actually do something meaningful in the house with my position as heir until my siblings were back to their respective chores. Orpheus had purposely dodged me for the remainder of his visit, while Victoria almost felt sad that she couldn't give me lap pillows.

I wanted to call it either Pavlov or Stockholm Syndrome, but that would be excessive- the girl just found out that having a little sibling isn't that bad of an ordeal as many would make it appear.

Now, back on the business side of things as an heir- I needed to make a positive income from 'favors' other than just money. As much as it would be easy for me to get the crown off my father's head, keeping it was another game. Especially when the situation that constituted the Vladi family was very particular. Family we may be, but there were factions of people that wanted changes that went forward or backward within my vision for this House's future.

So, I decided to do what a good conqueror should do on these occasions- Divide et Impera. Divide what is already Divided, and then Control what is worthy of being Controlled.

Some groups were easier to identify than others, but there were some 'rowdy bunches' even in those groups I liked. It took a while, but I started with the good ol' 'go around, give help and make them know I could make them happier than what daddy dearest could even want to do'.

Appease and please, but also remark how this can only happen if they bowed their heads to me. Slow and steady wins the race, and I had plenty of time to get this big goal wrapped up accordingly.

Fredi helped with some of his own grasp over the family's plights, and his insight was… respectably good on most occasions. He was ruthless and he would have preferred repression than diplomacy, but he earnestly approved the end results we would get.

I also made an effort to cover our traces- I doubted father was just going to ignore that potential clue to have him rightfully suspect a future coup and… things went well in that regard.

Then my first visit to the Tepes Castle as the Vladi Heir happened and… let's just say things got quite interesting.

Up to this point, I had braced myself for 'surprises'. I mean, there wasn't much I could worry about as no one in the vampire factions was a genuine threat to me, but I was rightfully concerned by unknown factors to keep an eye on.

One of those factors proved to be the heiress of the Manthar Family, Draculina.

Fredi never mentioned much of his family, but while I initially thought it was due to the potential displeasure they may have for him submitting to an ally as a servant, I slowly started to realize what had made him particularly irked by his family-

First, his 'boss' was technically what many people of culture would call… a Mesugaki. Or, in normie's words, a bratty girl of the bitchy kind. Now, that was just part of the issue.

After all, the Mesugaki bit can be ignored unless pushed onto it- the second issue was that her bodyguards were his brothers. The decision to have an active group around her was tied to the delicate status quo of the Manthar Family- Draculina was a Dhampir too, but her reception as the heiress was a forced one.

Her father and mother died early on due to an assassination attempt instigated by the Carmilla Faction, thus leaving the 'poor child' in the care of a regency council. One that was loyal to her parents and thus keen to spoil the brat rotten.

That was unpleasant, I can tell that, but I had not expected to 'befriend' the girl known as Draculina Manthar while on my walk to reach Valerie's room. In fact, I even stumbled on her bullying poor Valerie after cornering her in a deserted hall.

Now, that wasn't nice.

"Excuse me, why are you hurting my best friend?" I asked calmly, keeping an eye on Fredi's brothers as they all looked at me with quite the attention- did they hear what happened to Orphy? I sure hope so as I didn't really want to cause violence in front of poor Valerie.

"Because trash deserves to be kicked."

I hummed. "Duly noted, I suppose you would be kicked the most with that unpleasant attitude of yours."

The silver-haired girl paused mid-kicking, and I was relieved that Valerie had blocked most of that assault. "What did you just say?"

The fact she asked me that just made me immensely amused- especially since she added the quiet tone to try and sound intimidating, only to end up sounding like a proper squeaker.

I sighed, turning to look at Fredi. "Can I slap your brothers unconscious?"

A nod, and despite the panic spreading with the Mesugaki's bodyguards, I activated [Balor] and delivered justice. In a single blink of an eye, the two bodyguards were sent twirling before collapsing on the floor, a burning red handprint on their left cheeks.

Meanwhile, the previously-cocky brat fell face-first on the ground, her chin tanking the fall as her hands rushed to her now exposed butt, the cheeks burning a fiery and bruised red as I delivered a Time-Stop Spanking Muda-Muda attack.

I went for ten slaps, five for each cheek.

She was crying quietly, unable to cope with what the hell happened- yet I saw her look at me, aware I did something to her but… I shrugged.

"The next time you attack my friend, your butt is going to burn more. And trust me, I keep my word and no amount of 'pretty please' can change that, dumb-dumb," I remarked before walking up to Valerie and, graciously so, picked her off the ground before carrying her to her room, Fredi following close after.

I thought that should have been a good enough warning but… Some Vampires are just 'built' differently. And what I didn't know about Draculina was that while the brat never experienced a proper spanking, that didn't mean she found it as negative as a spoiled-rotten girl her age should.

In fact, while some of that red-faced reaction was due to the pain, the strange smile and warmth in her chest that came right as I left would have been a good enough warning…

That I just woke up the instincts of a natural-born masochist.