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

“You trespassed upon your Mistress’s seal…”
In the dark, the crisp sound of high heels echoed—Catherine’s voice drifted in from afar. “Should I praise your courage… or scold your stupidity?”
The gargoyle’s claws halted just three inches from Degrienne’s throat.

A blood-red thorn lanced through its chest in an instant.
The next moment, the entire creature exploded with a deafening blast, crumbling into shards of stone.
In Degrienne’s blurry vision, Catherine’s tall figure slowly approached.

She tried to lift herself, but blood loss quickly blurred her consciousness.
Her vision went black. She passed out completely.
In the haze, she felt a hand cradle the back of her head, and something cool pressed to her lips.

Cold blood slid into her mouth, fragrant with roses.
The blood seemed to carry some kind of magic, rapidly repairing her shattered body—even the pain faded away.
When she finally opened her eyes, she was met with Catherine’s crimson gaze—mere inches away.

Those eyes were still dangerous, but now… oddly enough, there was a hint of concern?
Degrienne froze, a strange emotion stirring in her chest.
But she quickly turned her head, clenching her jaw.

—Just an illusion. That deranged woman simply wasn’t done playing with her new toy yet.
Sure enough, in the very next breath, Catherine’s fingers clamped down around her neck and slammed her against the wall.
Degrienne’s feet left the ground. A strangled whimper escaped her throat.

Her hands clawed helplessly at Catherine’s wrist—but it didn’t budge at all.
“Remember this, little one…” Catherine leaned close to her ear. “If you ever come near that door again…”
Her fingers slowly tightened, savoring the way Degrienne’s pupils dimmed. “...I’ll let you truly taste what suffocation feels like.”
Darkness encroached on Degrienne’s vision. Her legs flailed weakly, her mind dancing at the edge of unconsciousness.

Then, just before she passed out—Catherine let go.
She crumpled to the floor, gasping, her throat blazing with pain.
“Still want to try?” Catherine looked down at her from above.

Degrienne bit her lip and shook her head, voice hoarse. “...I won’t.”
Catherine chuckled softly, then leaned in and pressed a kiss to her swollen throat. “Good girl.”
Her cool lips lingered on her skin a moment before lifting away.

Even after the sound of Catherine’s heels faded into the distance, Degrienne remained kneeling, fingers brushing over the fading marks on her neck.
The chill of Catherine’s kiss still clung to her skin, sending a shiver down her spine.
She stood up and returned to the maids’ dormitory.

After closing the door behind her, she leaned against the wood, her mind replaying the image of that black door outside the forbidden zone—
Even a gargoyle had been guarding it. There had to be a secret inside that Catherine couldn’t afford to reveal.
“If only I could get inside…”

She murmured, then gave herself a bitter shake of the head.
She couldn’t even beat a gargoyle right now—let alone Catherine.
Besides, the fight had drained her completely. Her legs felt like jelly just standing.

“Rest first…”
Dragging her exhausted body to the bed, she let herself fall heavily onto the mattress, the lace trim of her maid uniform soaked in sweat.
Now wasn’t the time to be plotting. Her priority was recovery.

Her heavy eyelids finally fell shut as the darkness of sleep claimed her.
And in that darkness—she fell into a dream of blood.
The sky of Blue Star was torn open, and a vast world rift loomed in the heavens.

Bloodkin, demons, and dragons poured through the rupture, the city below howling in flames.
She watched as her old comrades were ripped apart by bloodkin, her sister impaled by a demon’s claw during their escape…
And she herself could only float like a ghost, helplessly watching it all unfold.

“No…”
She tried to scream—but no sound came.
She tried to fight—but her hands couldn’t grasp a thing.

Despair swallowed her like a tidal wave.
“Degrienne…”
A voice whispered through the dreamscape. “If given the choice—stay as Chu Zhao, and let the world perish… or become what you are now, and save Blue Star… which would you choose?”

“The second one!” she shouted without hesitation.
In that instant, the burning Blue Star faded—the dream shattered.
Degrienne bolted awake, trembling as she looked into the mirror—

Silver hair. Red eyes. A young girl’s body in black-and-white maid attire.
“Even if I’ve turned into a girl… at least… the world’s been saved…” she whispered, brushing her hand along the glass.
Just then, a shadow appeared behind her reflection.

Degrienne flinched, spinning around in alarm—
Isabella stood silently at her bedside, no one knew when she had arrived.
“Lady Catherine summons you. Bedchamber service.” Her voice was flat.

Degrienne frowned. “N-Now? I…”
“Two choices.” Isabella interrupted calmly, raising two slender fingers. “Walk on your own… or…”
She stepped forward. “I’ll take you there.”

The air in the room turned still.
Degrienne bit her lip. A memory of Catherine’s hand crushing her throat flashed through her mind. Finally, she climbed slowly out of bed.
“...I’ll walk.”

Isabella gave a slight nod and followed without a word.
They crossed the corridor, stopping at the door of the royal bedchamber.
Isabella remained outside.

Degrienne pushed open the door—candlelight danced inside.
Her eyes widened in shock—
Catherine lounged lazily at the edge of the bed, casually toying with a sword—

It was Tianzhao Leiblade, the very weapon she had wielded for years.
The blade that had felled countless bloodkin dukes and demon lords.
And now—it was being used to peel fruit.

“You—!”
Degrienne’s chest heaved. That sword had accompanied her through a thousand battles—and now it was cutting apples?
Catherine’s crimson lips curled. She flicked the blade with her finger, lightning dancing across its edge. “Want it back?”

She took a bite of the apple, juice staining her lips like blood.
“Kneel. Serve me properly… Please me, and maybe I’ll return it.”
Degrienne clenched her fists. The sword was within arm’s reach—but she knew—

Even if she reclaimed it, she couldn’t unleash even a fraction of its power in her current state.
Besides… this was clearly just another layer of Catherine’s humiliation.
“No need,” she said. “I’m not worthy of it… not like this.”

In the candlelight, a flicker of surprise flashed through Catherine’s crimson eyes.
She rose slowly. The lightning blade dissolved into a spark and vanished from her hand.
“What a surprising answer,” she murmured.

Catherine stepped closer—and Degrienne instinctively backed away—until her heel hit the bedframe.
Catherine’s hand pressed her shoulder and shoved her down onto the mattress.
“You thought that’d get you off the hook?”

With a snap of her fingers, blood-red threads shot out from the canopy, binding Degrienne’s wrists and ankles in a spread-eagle position.
“Mmgh!”
She thrashed, but the threads only tightened, biting into her skin and leaving faint red marks.

Catherine calmly undid the lace at her collar. Her dark red gown slipped off her snow-white shoulders.
“Refusing to serve?”
She lowered herself without warning, silver hair brushing Degrienne’s cheek.

“That doesn’t mean you’re escaping tonight.”
“What the hell do you want?” ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) Degrienne hissed, back pressed to the cold bedpost.
Catherine’s fingers traced along her jaw—then sank her fangs into her neck.

A sharp stab—then a searing warmth that made her shudder.
Catherine licked the bleeding wound.
“See?”

Her husky whisper dripped with enchantment. “Your body is far more honest than your mouth.”
She watched with amusement as Degrienne’s ears flushed red.
“You’re trembling… and your pulse is racing.”

Degrienne clutched the sheets, horrified to feel her own breath quickening out of control.
Worse yet—some alien heat was unfurling inside her, melting away her strength to resist.
“Say you’re my pet.”

Catherine’s breath brushed her burning ear. “Or else…”
Her fingers drifted teasingly across Degrienne’s waist. “I’ll just have to use a more direct method to teach you what you are.”
Degrienne trembled head to toe.

And in Catherine’s eyes, she saw it—undeniable, undisguised desire.
This insane woman… meant every word.