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

Delicate roses adorned the heels of the shoes, glinting with an eerie luster under the chandelier’s light.
Degrienne’s hands trembled as she cupped Catherine’s foot, staring at the pointed tip of the shoe with hesitation clouding her eyes.
“What’s the matter?”

Catherine let out a soft laugh and gracefully slipped off her heel, pressing her bare toes against Degrienne’s lips. “Couldn’t bear to lick the shoe, is that it?”
Degrienne pressed her lips together tightly, her gaze fixed on the pale arch of Catherine’s foot as a storm raged inside her.
To lick or not to lick?

He clenched his teeth. If he lowered his head now, the dignity of a Martial Emperor would be shattered.
But if he refused… that little brat Flora was eyeing him like prey. Being taken away by her would mean a fate worse than death.
That sadistic loli's "toys" were always literally dismantled.

He still had the Desire Points System, the one card that might reverse all this. He couldn't fall here.
Besides...
The rose scent lingering at his nose was unexpectedly pleasant. Catherine’s jade-like feet glistened with a lustrous sheen, far more—

Wait! What the hell am I thinking!?
His ears flushed red as he desperately cut off the dangerous thought spiral.
But the scales of reason had already tipped.

Compared to being torn limb from limb by Flora, there really was no other choice.
He took a deep breath and lowered his head.
Catherine’s toes were right there—bare skin, glowing pale under candlelight.

Degrienne fought down the revulsion and gave the foot a brief, featherlight touch with his lips—only to jerk back as if shocked by lightning.
“Again,” came Catherine’s voice from above, calm and commanding.
Degrienne had no choice but to bow his head once more. This time, he lingered a little longer.
He could smell the faint rose fragrance—Catherine’s unique scent.

Off to the side, Flora kicked her legs in excitement, her gaze making it all the more unbearable.
“So obedient!” Flora clapped with glee. “Sis Catherine, you’re amazing!”
Catherine ran a satisfied hand through Degrienne’s silver hair—then yanked it hard, forcing her head up.

“Tell Flora what you love doing the most.”
Degrienne’s eyes stung red. Her voice came through clenched teeth.
“...Serving my mistress.”

“Waaah~” Flora leaned in, poking her cheek with curiosity. “What method did you use, Sis Catherine? She’s so obedient!”
(Here, the “harmonized version” would usually soften this part.)
Catherine smiled faintly. “Oh, that’s not my doing.”

“It’s her own physique… she just loves being treated this way.”
“I do not—!” Degrienne fired back at once—but before she could finish, Catherine had pulled her into her arms.
“Shh, don’t be so quick to deny it.”

Catherine’s voice ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) turned syrupy-sweet, with a dangerous edge. Her fingers hooked onto the silver chain at Degrienne’s neck.
The chain began to tighten, the cold metal biting into her throat—her breath caught instantly.
Her cheeks flushed from lack of air, hands instinctively clinging to Catherine’s sleeves.

“Still denying it?” Catherine chuckled low, fingertips stroking her burning skin. “Look at you—no strength left to resist.”
Degrienne opened her mouth, then clenched her jaw shut in silence.
He knew—if he dared talk back again, what awaited him would be something far worse.

Flora’s eyes sparkled as she clapped again. “Wow! Amazing! She’s really enjoying it!”
Who the hell is enjoying this!?
Degrienne screamed inside—but his body, traitorous and trembling, betrayed him. The humiliation was unbearable.

Catherine loosened the chain slightly. Degrienne slumped over her lap, gasping faintly, like a broken little beast.
“On the day of the banquet…” Catherine gently stroked her back, “...remember to stay just this obedient.”
…

Flora and Catherine chatted for a little while longer before the former finally left.
The sound of her little heels echoed away down the corridor. Then Catherine gave Degrienne a light smack on the rear. “You may go.”
The silver chain slipped loose, leaving a faint red ring on Degrienne’s pale neck.

She fled the room like she’d been pardoned from execution, staggering as she forced her legs to move.
Once Degrienne’s silhouette vanished beyond the doors, Veronica finally broke her silence.
“Mistress… you knew what Lady Flora was like, and yet…”

Catherine swirled her glass of blood-wine lazily, her eyes gleaming. “If she doesn’t taste what it feels like to be torn apart…”
“…how will she understand how warm my embrace really is?”
Veronica lowered her head, and in that moment, she understood—

The deliberate indulgence in pain was bait for taming a wild cat.
—Elsewhere—
Degrienne gripped a mop, scrubbing the hallway floor in silence.

“Tch… Vampires really are all the same…” she growled through gritted teeth, knuckles white.
That innocent-yet-sadistic act Flora pulled—was practically identical to Catherine’s.
One dismantled “toys” openly. The other wrapped her malice in silk and honey.

She glanced toward the far end of the corridor. Seeing no maids in sight, she allowed her tense shoulders to relax slightly.
Still... going head-to-head now was foolish.
For now, Catherine seemed to be showing her “mercy.” At least she hadn’t torn her apart like Flora might’ve.

But who knew what that woman was scheming?
For all she knew, she might bare her fangs the next second and toy with her like prey.
“Tch. I’ll put up with it for now,” she muttered, biting her lip and forcing herself to smooth her expression.

If resistance wasn’t an option for now—then fake obedience would have to do.
She still had the Desire Points System. As long as she built up strength in secret, then when the time came—
—she’d be the first to shatter Catherine’s phony, elegant smile.

While thinking that, Degrienne suddenly noticed a small, black door standing silently at the corridor’s end—half-buried in shadow.
It was the very one Veronica had warned her about.
She stopped scrubbing, narrowing her crimson eyes.

She’d already been curious when she passed it before—there was definitely something behind it.
“A forbidden zone, huh? The more they forbid, the more suspicious it is…”
She sneered, brushing her fingers across the lock.

The metal was cold. Her heartbeat quickened.
Catherine’s weakness, the bloodkin’s secrets, maybe even a path to escape—it could all be hidden behind this door.
She took a deep breath and shoved it open—

ROAR!!
Twin scarlet lights ignited in the dark.
A gargoyle lunged forward, claws slicing toward her throat with a howl of splitting air!

Degrienne instinctively threw herself backward. The razor tips grazed her neck, drawing a spray of blood.
“Postnatal Tier Seven?!”
This thing was way stronger than that werewolf in the arena.

The second strike followed instantly. She barely rolled aside, watching stone tiles erupt behind her in shards.
“Wait—!”
The gargoyle gave no heed. Its third strike came crashing down straight for her chest.

Crack!
Even after twisting her body, she felt her ribs snap with a sharp crack.
She slammed into the wall, blood bursting from her mouth.

Am I… going to die?
Her vision blurred. The gargoyle raised its claw again, shimmering cold.
What a joke… I have a system. I haven’t even had my revenge yet. And now I’m going to die here just from being curious?

Blue Star’s sunset… his sister’s smiling face… all flashed before his fading eyes—
“At least… let me…”
She lifted her hand with trembling effort, summoning the last spark of lightning at her fingertip.

Suddenly—
Every candle in the corridor went out at once.