After the music ended, the vampire from the story had completely vanished. In its place was a woman of astonishing beauty – still with the porcelain white skin, deep red eyes, and long black hair, but now possessing a different allure, deeper and more complex.
He – or now, one must call her 'she' – touched her face in the mirror. Her eyes widened, filled with astonishment and confusion, but these were gradually replaced by a new fascination.
"So... my own beauty... has another face?" Daiki's voice on stage rang out, gentle, clear, yet retaining a hint of its original deep warmth, creating a strange sound that blurred the lines between male and female.
She turned, admiring her body under the moonlight. A smile slowly bloomed on her lips – a smile of discovery, of pride, and of a self-love that had reached a new level.
"Perfect," Daiki/She whispered. "Now, I am truly the embodiment of eternal beauty. There is no longer any doubt."
On the screen, the female vampire immersed herself in her own beauty, more enraptured than ever. She danced alone in the castle, her steps graceful under the moonlight, in a dance of self-discovery and supreme pride.
She loved herself, in this new form, with a mad obsession. All doubts about whether anyone was more beautiful had vanished. Because now, she was the embodiment of both beauties: the majestic, alluring charm of masculinity and the gentle, mysterious allure of femininity. She was the perfection she herself had once craved.
After Daiki's mesmerizing transformation, the atmosphere in the club room seemed to freeze solid. Even Kenji, who always maintained an expressionless face, couldn't hide his look of astonishment.
On stage, Daiki still sat before the piano under the silver light, but his demeanor had changed. He didn't rush to return to his original masculine form. Instead, he stood up, his gestures graceful, his eyes half-closed with an air of arrogance and allure. The piano was now just a backdrop prop, for his character now had a larger stage – the entire world.
The screen behind him lit up, showing the image of a luxurious, high-society ball. Among powerful men and elegant ladies, a figure in red appeared.
It was the vampire in female form – let's call her Luna. Her beauty did not belong to this world. Skin as white as snow, eyes as deep red as blood-red rubies, hair as long and black as a waterfall. Her every step was graceful, mesmerizing, drawing all eyes towards her.
But Luna cared not for ordinary praise or admiration. She looked at those powerful men with the eyes of a hunter. She knew the power of her charms well.
Daiki on stage began to act. He walked, each step like a dance. His voice rang out, now completely feminine, cold and full of allure:
"They call me Luna. And they will kneel before my beauty."
On the screen, the scene shifted to another magnificent castle. Luna appeared before a mighty lord. With just one glance, one smile, that arrogant lord was completely subdued. He gifted her the most precious jewels, the most majestic castles, just to see her smile.
But Luna did not stop there. She approached a general, who commanded a mighty army. After just one night of conversation, the general became so infatuated with her that he was willing to dispatch his soldiers just to pick a rare flower for her from a distant land.
Then she approached a financial magnate, who held the economic lifeblood of an entire kingdom. With just one request, he offered her half of his wealth.
Daiki on stage laughed – a laugh full of pride and danger. He waved his hand, as if commanding the whole world:
"They think they possess me. But in truth, I am toying with them. Fools."
The screen behind Daiki blazed with a series of visually stunning yet haunting images.
It was the image of Luna standing on a castle balcony, under the silver moonlight, her delicate face with deep red eyes like two glistening drops of blood. Her long black hair was like a cascade of night, each strand holding the light of the stars. Her skin was so white it was almost transparent, like crystal, to the point where one could see the shimmering blue veins within. Her lips were dark red, curved into a mysterious smile that made viewers both enchanted and fearful.
But that beauty did not stop at mere admiration.
Two kings from neighboring kingdoms gazed at Luna from afar. Just a glance from her, a fleeting smile, drove both kings to mad infatuation. They no longer thought of peace or the prosperity of their kingdoms. All they wanted was to possess her.
War erupted.
On the screen, mighty armies clashed under banners bearing Luna's face. Swords slaughtered each other, blood dyed the fields red, all just for the right to behold her beauty.
Powerful men began to compete to be by her side. They grew jealous, fought, even secretly plotted against each other. An entire dynasty was shaken because of one woman.
And Luna, she stood high above, looking down, enjoying the spectacle she had created. She didn't need to lift a finger, didn't need to dirty her hands. Her beauty was the most dangerous weapon.
Daiki on stage began to sing – a wordless melody, haunting and full of power. The voice was both feminine and immensely powerful, like a spell that mesmerized the listener.
"They call me the destroyer," Daiki sang, "but I am only showing them the power of beauty. One of my smiles can topple a dynasty. One of my glances can make blood flow like rivers."
On the screen, images of Luna appeared everywhere – in palaces, on battlefields, amidst political crises. Wherever she was, there was conflict and chaos. Men were willing to die for her, and also willing to kill each other for her.
But the most terrifying thing was that, no matter how much disaster she caused, Luna was still admired. Poets wrote verses praising her beauty. Painters created works worshiping her. People feared her, yet couldn't take their eyes off her.
"I am the fear they crave," Daiki continued singing, his voice full of arrogance, "the dream they can never reach. I am Luna – Only I myself am worthy of my own love."
As the performance ended, Daiki stood on stage, arms raised high like a queen accepting the worship of her subjects. On the projection screen, he returned to his original masculine form, but his eyes still retained a trace of Luna's arrogance.
Outside the window, the group of Gyaru stood in silence, completely conquered. They were no longer the girls who only knew how to mock. Now, they understood that the world of those "otaku" was not small, but far vaster and more complex than they had imagined.
Yumi sighed, saying softly to her friends: "We... were probably wrong to look down on them."
And inside the room, Kenji nodded at Daiki, his eyes rarely showing appreciation. "Very good. You showed them that beauty is not just for admiration, but also a weapon."