Reincarnated as Dracula’s Son

After they were done with the registration process, they headed back into the school building.

As Damian and Tyrion made their way back inside the school, the young man couldn't help but notice the ever-increasing amount of attention he was receiving from his fellow students.

The eyes of many seemed to follow him and Tyrion, with most belonging to the fairer sex. The stares were brazen, lacking any sense of shame or discretion, and it almost seemed as if they were all inspecting a particularly delectable piece of confectionery.

Damian found himself overwhelmed by the sheer volume of attention he was receiving. The brazen stares, unabashed ogling, and the occasional mischievous wink made him acutely aware of his newfound status as a paragon of desirability.

He could only manage meek, uncertain smiles in response, his gaze occasionally darting to the ground in an attempt to evade the sea of curious eyes.

With a bemused expression on his face, Tyrion let out a slight chuckle and shook his head. "This happens all the time. I swear it's like clockwork. Every new kid who's even remotely attractive gets this treatment. And trust me, we're lucky no one's come up to you trying to sell themselves like they're up for auction. I mean, it's not like you've got a 'For Sale' sign on your forehead, but you might as well have one with the way some of these girls are looking at you."

Damian's response was a mere murmur of agreement, his mind still trying to process the newfound attention he was receiving.

But before either of them could process the situation further, a young woman appeared before them like a vision from a dream, seemingly unfazed by the commotion she was causing. She stood before them, tall and confident, her presence demanding the attention of both Damian and Tyrion.

"Spoke too soon", Tyron muttered.

With an amused grin, Tyrion side-stepped away from Damian, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he seemingly left the young man to fend for himself.

The popular girl, evidently accustomed to being the center of attention, stared up at Damian with her pouty, crimson lips and voluminous hair cascading down her back like a luxurious curtain. It was clear that she was not used to being ignored, and the determined set of her jaw spoke volumes of her intention to capture Damian's attention.

Damian's gaze, drawn inexorably downward, landed upon the girl's scantily clad assets, the tightness of her skirt barely concealing the voluptuous curves of her butt while her huge melons strained against the buttons of her shirt, threatening to burst forth at any moment.

Even as he tried to avert his gaze, a bead of sweat trickled down the side of his face, his body responding instinctively to the blatant display of sexuality.

The girl, her voice tinged with a hint of impatience, chided him playfully, "My eyes are up here, you know?"

Damian, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes, fired back with a nonchalant shrug, "Technically, from my perspective, all of you is down."

A wry smile tugged at the corner of Yvonne's lips as she extended a slender hand towards Damian, the warmth of her palm enveloping his own as their hands met in a firm handshake.

Damian's mind, already spinning with possibilities, quickly conjured a vivid image of those delicate hands wrapped around his own manhood, setting off a cascade of tingles down his spine.

As if to rein in the beast within, Damian silently urged himself, "Calm down, man, calm down".

Yvonne, ever the flirtatious one, cooed seductively, "Ooh, hot name. Hot guy as well."

Damian's response was a tad awkward, yet still polite, "Thanks. You look hot too, Yvonne."

She gave him a knowing smile, mischief dancing in her eyes, "I know."