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

Kitchen.
Isabella handed Degrienne an apron, her voice calm and level.

“There are three parts to kitchen duties: ingredient preparation, meal cooking, and post-meal cleaning.”
She pointed to the stone counter on the left. “This is the area for handling raw materials. It must be disinfected daily with moon-grass extract.”
Then to the cast-iron stove at the center. “Flame intensity must stay within the ‘ghost-blue’ range.”

Finally, to the crystal rack on the right. “Every piece of tableware must be wiped three times with velvet before use.”
Degrienne stood at the door with her arms crossed, eyes full of disdain.
Tch. As if she cared how detailed the instructions were.

There was no way she’d help that old witch prepare dinner.
Seeing her unmoved, Isabella paused. “Which section would you like to begin with?”
“I don’t want to do any of it!”

Degrienne turned her face away and deliberately raised her voice. “I’m not doing a single—”
Before she could finish, Isabella had already tied on her own apron and started preparing ingredients without another word.
Her slender fingers gripped a silver kitchen knife. A flash of cold light—and the moon mushrooms on the cutting board were instantly sliced into paper-thin pieces.

Degrienne watched with a cold glare, determined not to lift a finger.
She even kicked the doorframe to make her displeasure clear.
But Isabella didn’t look up. She simply continued working with unbroken focus.

Every motion—slicing, seasoning, searing—was clean and efficient, as if she had always done everything alone.
Just when Degrienne thought the woman would stay silent forever, Isabella paused her knife and spoke softly:
“If Veronica finds out you didn’t help…”

“As per the rules, you’ll be stripped and punished.”
“Str-stripped!?”
Degrienne’s face turned scarlet. Veronica’s gentle, unyielding face flashed through her mind… and the ruler that had left her ass throbbing.
She grit her teeth, then begrudgingly shuffled over to the prep counter.

“…What do you want me to do?” she muttered.
Isabella handed her a silver paring knife. “Slice fruit.”
Degrienne took the knife and began peeling apples with all the grace of a drunken ogre.

Her blade work had nothing on her combat skills. The slices came out crooked and ragged—but at least she wasn’t outright refusing.
Isabella said nothing. She flipped the venison in the skillet, and the rich aroma filled the kitchen.
Degrienne’s stomach growled embarrassingly loud. She hadn’t eaten all day.

She stared at the sizzling meat, unconsciously swallowing.
Isabella sliced the seared venison and said blandly, “Stealing food is heavily punished.”
“I—I wasn’t going to steal it!” Degrienne snapped, her ears going red. “As if I’d want to eat bloodkin food!”

Isabella didn’t argue. She simply pushed a bottle of aged red wine toward her. “Prepare the bloodwine.”
Degrienne frowned, but took the bottle and poured half a glass into a crystal goblet.
The dark red liquid shimmered faintly as it swirled. She looked around. “Where’s the blood? Isn’t this supposed to be made with virgin girl’s blood?”

“Isn’t there one right here?”
Isabella suddenly grabbed her wrist. A silver flash—
“Hiss—what the hell!?”

Degrienne gasped as a thin cut opened on her skin, blood dripping directly into the wineglass.
Dark crimson ripples spread through the liquid as it mixed.
“Is that enough!?” Degrienne tried to pull her arm back, but Isabella held her firmly.

“Not even close,” Isabella replied.
Blood continued to fall until the goblet was nearly full. Only then did Isabella release her.
She lowered her head and gently licked the wound. It closed instantly before Degrienne’s eyes.

“You—!” Degrienne yanked her arm back like she’d been shocked, her face burning. “Do all you vampires just lick people without asking!?”
Isabella blinked, then shook her head. “No—”
“Only with people we’re close to.” Her tone was matter-of-fact, like stating the weather.

“Who the hell wants to be close to you!?”
Degrienne snapped, then suddenly grabbed her by the wrist. “If you needed blood, why didn’t you cut your own damn arm!?”
Isabella didn’t resist, remaining calm. “My blood isn’t pure enough.”

She placed the finished bloodwine on the tray. “You were made by Lady Catherine’s First Embrace. A highblood, born from the same origin.”
“Highblood, my ass!” Degrienne glared at her pale wrist. “Go poison that old witch with it instead!”
Squeak squeak—

A small bat fluttered into the kitchen and landed on Isabella’s shoulder.
“Lady Catherine summons me.” She set the silver knife down and gave Degrienne a small nod. “Please continue preparing dinner.”
Degrienne sneered and watched her leave.

Finally alone, her shoulders relaxed just slightly.
This was her chance!
She eyed the freshly made bloodwine, a glint of mischief in her crimson eyes.

At her fingertips, a spark of lightning flickered—small, controlled. A tiny sphere of electric charge hovered in her palm.
“Let’s see you taste this…”
She slipped the thunder orb into the wine. Tiny arcs of current flickered across the surface before vanishing entirely.

Now it looked completely normal.
Heh. Once that lunatic gulps it down…
Degrienne smirked, already picturing Catherine’s hair standing on end from the shock.

Not long after, Isabella returned and loaded the prepared dishes onto the serving cart.
Degrienne followed behind, heart pounding.
She was finally about to see Catherine make a fool of herself!

The cart rolled smoothly into the grand dining hall, where Catherine lounged lazily on her throne-like seat at the head of the table.
The moment she saw Degrienne in her maid uniform, her red eyes sparkled.
“My, my~ My little pet is adorable.”

She reached out and pinched Degrienne’s cheeks, rocking her face back and forth. “Even when you glare, you’re cute.”
Degrienne flushed bright red, barely holding back—
Just wait a little longer… You’re in for it.

“Veronica.”
Catherine let go of her, speaking idly. “If this little one misbehaves, make sure the punishment is thorough.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Veronica bowed respectfully.

Degrienne rolled her eyes internally but couldn’t stop glancing at the cursed wineglass.
Catherine seemed to notice and, with a soft hum, elegantly picked up the goblet.
Just as the glass touched her lips—she paused, turned her wrist, and held it out to Degrienne.

“The first sip is for you.”
“What?!” Degrienne blinked, instinctively stepping back.
“What’s wrong?” Catherine tilted her head, her smile sugary and sharp. “My precious little maid doesn’t want to drink her Mistress’s gift?”

Degrienne’s throat tightened.
She could feel the electric current still buzzing in the wine. If she drank it…
“I…” she started to protest, but Catherine suddenly yanked her into her lap.

“No need to be shy.” Her warm breath brushed against Degrienne’s ear. “It’s not the first time I’ve fed you.”
The glass pressed against her lips. She clenched her teeth—but Catherine’s fingers caught her chin and tilted it up gently—
“Mmgh!”

A sharp jolt forced her mouth open. The cold wine poured down her throat.
The moment the electric tingle hit her tongue, Degrienne convulsed violently.
“Hmm?”

Catherine watched her shake with amused interest. “Did you spike it?”
Electricity danced through her veins. Degrienne’s vision went white.
Her abdomen clenched. Her legs locked stiff—

“Ah.”
Catherine abruptly lifted her into the air like a kitten, holding her effortlessly to the side.
In the next instant, a clear stream flowed down the inside of Degrienne’s bare thigh, pooling into the carpet.

Time froze.
The maids gasped, covering their mouths.
“Well well…” Catherine tilted her head, watching Degrienne’s dazed face with delight. “What a delightful surprise.”

Degrienne curled in on herself mid-air, wishing the floor would open and swallow her whole.
Catherine gently lowered /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ her back to the floor and whispered into her ear:
“Next time you plan a prank, remember to master your bladder first~”

Before she could recover, Catherine yanked her back into her arms.
Sharp fangs sank into her neck. Degrienne shuddered violently—then froze.
A numbing pleasure spread from the bite, searing like lightning through her entire body.

Her fingers clutched at Catherine’s clothes involuntarily. Her breath hitched. Her cheeks flushed hot.
“Mmh…”
A soft whimper slipped past her lips.

The sound startled her—but her body kept melting, unable to resist the rising heat.
Being bitten… felt so sinfully good it made her tremble.
Catherine’s red eyes narrowed with satisfaction. Her tongue lazily licked the bleeding wound.

“Looks like my little pet is finally beginning to adapt to her vampiric instincts~”
When the fangs withdrew, Degrienne’s knees buckled. She nearly collapsed.
Her mind was still hazy. The bite mark throbbed with residual heat, and her fingertips wouldn’t stop trembling.

“Veronica,” Catherine dabbed at the corner of her mouth with a napkin, graceful as ever. “Take her to change.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Veronica stepped forward and caught Degrienne’s swaying form.
“Wait,” Catherine said suddenly, her gaze lingering on Degrienne.

“There will be guests in the main hall in one hour…”
She curved her lips. “Do try to make a good impression.”