Martial Emperor of Blue Star, Turned into a Blood Slave Girl by a Vampire Princess

Steam clouded the bathhouse. Twelve maids stood silently on either side, towels and scented oils prepared.
Degrienne stood stiff at the edge of the bath, clutching her collar with white-knuckled fingers, her face flushed crimson.

“Will you undress yourself, or shall I help you?”
Catherine leaned casually against a carved column, toying with a strand of silver hair between her fingers.
Degrienne clenched her teeth. Her throat tightened. “...I'll—I’ll do it myself…”

She had once been the Martial Emperor who stormed battlefields—now she was expected to undress before a crowd of women.
Worse still—
This frail, petite girl’s body had been reshaped by Catherine herself through some bloodkin secret art.

The muscle, the power she once possessed—gone. What remained was this shamefully soft body.
The moment her fingers touched the ribbon at her waist, she froze.
“What’s wrong?” Catherine laughed softly. “Need help?”

Before Degrienne could respond, Catherine had already yanked open her Lolita minidress.
As the fabric fell away, Degrienne let out a startled cry and instinctively hugged herself.
But Catherine had already slipped an arm under her waist and lifted her into the bath.

Warm water washed over her skin. Rose petals clung to her shoulders.
The maids closed in immediately. One gathered up her long hair. Another began gently scrubbing her back.
“Let me go!” Degrienne tried to wriggle away, but her voice came out as soft and fragile as a kitten’s mewl.

Even her resistance felt like pouting in this body.
The maids sighed fondly. “Little mistress is just too adorable~”
“You’re all... demons!” Degrienne snarled through her teeth. To her, this was—

Not cleansing, but another act of subjugation.
“Be good.”
Catherine scooped a ladle of water and poured it over her head.
The foam slid down silver strands. Degrienne closed her eyes, lashes trembling.

“Open them.”
Catherine seized her chin and turned her toward the mirror. “Look—what a lovely little girl.”
In the glass was a silver-haired girl, soaked and delicate, blood-red eyes glistening, faint curves forming beneath her collarbone—

Every inch of her screamed what she had lost as a man.
When Catherine’s hand traced the line of her back, Degrienne finally let out a choked whisper. “Don’t…”
“The more ashamed you are,” Catherine whispered against her ear, “the more I like it.”

Suddenly, she grabbed a fistful of Degrienne’s hair and addressed the maids, her voice rising:
“Take a good look—”
Her fingers dug maliciously into the trembling girl’s jaw. “This is none other than the great Chu Zhao.”

She slowed her speech deliberately, mockery dripping from every syllable. “The martial prodigy of Blue Star—who once severed a world’s portal with a single strike... now just a pitiful little thing?”
Her grip tightened. Degrienne’s head was forced back, exposing the faint bite marks still on her slender neck.
“That world-splitting slash of yours…”

Catherine leaned in. Her fangs lightly brushed Degrienne’s throat. “It earned me a public scolding from Her Majesty at the imperial council~”
Degrienne shook violently, water trailing from her soaked hair.
The hands that had once split rivers and mountains now desperately clutched at a girl’s nakedness.

The maids’ curious gazes sliced across her like knives. Some even gestured, comparing her to the once-legendary Martial Emperor they’d heard of.
“About to cry?”
Catherine licked the moisture from the corner of her eye. “What a shame. The once-glorious General Chu Zhao…”

“Now just my little pet—Degrienne Lilith, my precious child.”
She nuzzled along Degrienne’s neck, inhaling the fragrance of blood beneath her skin.
Her crimson lips parted. Sharp fangs sank into the delicate neck.

“Mmh…”
Degrienne whimpered softly. Her body trembled, then slackened with blood loss.
Catherine drank deeply. Her half-lidded eyes glowed red, satisfied.

Degrienne’s gaze grew hazy. Mist clouded her crimson pupils. Her consciousness began to slip.
Veronica supported her back gently, wiping her down with a velvet towel in tender strokes.
“Add more petals. Raise the water temperature,” she instructed softly.

Isabella arrived with a fresh basket of roses and scattered them into the bath.
Pink and white petals floated on the surface, making Degrienne’s pale skin seem even more luminous.
She slumped in Catherine’s arms, eyes drooping.

The blood loss, the heat… it was dragging her under.
No… I can’t sleep…
She bit down on her tongue. Metallic tang flooded her mouth.

She knew all too well—
If she lost consciousness now, what awaited her would be deeper humiliation. Maybe even death by Catherine’s fangs.
“System. Pull up the panel,” she whispered inwardly.

A blood-red screen materialized before her eyes:
【Host】: Degrienne Lilith
【Desire Points】: 6 (Gained through PUA suffering)
【Available Infusion Options】:
Lightning Induction Body Tempering Technique (Entry Stage)

No hesitation. She dumped all 6 Desire Points into Lightning Induction Body Tempering Technique.
The system’s narration began:
【Year 1】 You continue cultivating Lightning Induction Body Tempering Technique. Your entire body convulses as blood-red arcs of lightning tear through you. Each jolt feels like it’s ripping your soul apart.

【Year 3】 The pain becomes familiar. You learn to gather the crimson lightning into whips, etching scorched scars across stone with a flick of your wrist.
But every time you finish training, you feel your fangs growing uncontrollably, and your thirst for blood becomes harder to suppress.
【Year 6】 When the final strand of lightning merges with your meridians, you officially reach Minor Completion. Crimson arcs crackle across your body, and with one swing you can now shatter boulders.

Simulation complete. Lightning Induction Body Tempering Technique — Minor Completion!
Crimson lightning burst from Degrienne’s fingertips, threads of electricity swelling from hair-thin to chopstick-thick in ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ an instant.
The bathwater surged with microcurrents. Blood-red sparks flickered in her pupils. The dizziness vanished.

She had broken through to Body Tempering Tier 4!
Catherine’s fangs still nestled in her neck. But she suddenly noticed the trembling coursing through the girl’s body.
Lazily, she looked up. “Learned a new trick, little pet?”

Before she could finish the sentence, Degrienne grabbed her waist with both hands.
“Zzzzt—!”
A torrent of violent electricity exploded through the bath. Crimson lightning danced across Catherine’s bare skin.

Water droplets vaporized in the surge.
In the rising steam, Catherine’s silver hair floated like silk.
Her trembling chest flushed red from the shock, an erotic blush rising.

“Ah… ha…”
Catherine’s moan trembled with electricity. But instead of releasing her, she only pulled Degrienne in tighter.
“This is... your new massage technique?”

Degrienne barely had time to revel in her success when she saw Catherine’s crimson pupils contracting sharply—
That wasn’t pleasure. It was the calm before the storm.
Instinctively, she tried to back away—but she was held fast.

“I’ve spoiled you so much, and still you don’t learn?” Catherine muttered, displeased.
She seized Degrienne’s wrists and yanked her from the bath.
Water splashed. Her soaked body hit the bathhouse wall with a loud smack.

“Let me go! You crazy—!”
Smack!
Catherine’s cold laugh rang out. “Watch closely, all of you—this is what happens to disobedient girls.”

Humiliated and furious, Degrienne twisted against her grip and shouted:
“All you know are these filthy tricks! Let me go and fight me fair and square!”
Another slap echoed through the room. “Still mouthing off?”

Catherine’s eyes narrowed. A dangerous smile curled her lips. “If you want a fight—then I’ll take you somewhere fun.”
She yanked over a long Lolita dress, wrapping it roughly around Degrienne, and barked at the maids: “Dress me. We’re going to the dungeon.”
Degrienne felt a chill in her chest, but still forced a sneer. “Think I’m scared?”

“I hope you’ll still be this brave in a few minutes,” Catherine replied coldly, then turned her head. “Veronica! Dry her hair.”
The head maid stepped forward at once and wrapped Degrienne’s dripping silver hair in a towel.
Not long after, Catherine was fully dressed. She grabbed the girl’s wrist in one hand.

“Let’s go, my disobedient little pet.”
Degrienne stumbled as she was dragged from the bathhouse.