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

Degrienne’s lashes trembled the moment she heard the words “spanking.”
She darted a panicked glance around the dining hall—

Twelve silver-haired maids stood neatly in the shadows, each pair of blood-red eyes staring fixedly at her, faint smirks tugging at the corners of their lips.
The twin-tailed maid at the front twisted her skirt in excitement.
Her lips moved silently—Degrienne could clearly make out the words: “Looks like it’s spanking ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) time.”

“I-I’m not going to let that happen…”
Degrienne’s voice grew smaller and smaller, her slender fingers gripping the hem of her skirt with white-knuckled force.
Those gazes, like invisible tentacles, made her whole body flush with heat.

They were all just girls—so why were they looking forward to someone else being spanked with such anticipation?!
She could already picture it—
Pinned down against the dining table, skirt lifted, in front of all the maids...

Gulp. She swallowed. The aroma of venison suddenly became overwhelmingly seductive.
Reason told her it was just ordinary deer meat, but her psychological rejection remained strong.
This was a matter of principle!

Degrienne stiffened her neck and pushed the plate farther away.
The chandelier flickered dimly for a brief second.
Catherine set down her wine glass and said, “Degrienne.”

Her tone was soft, yet the temperature of the entire dining hall plummeted. “I won’t say it a second time.”
Every hair on Degrienne’s body stood on end.
That feeling again—

A chill that pierced her to the bone.
Catherine’s crimson lips curled slightly as her fingertip lightly hooked the lacing of Degrienne’s corset.
“Or perhaps... our little Degrienne needs a bit of special encouragement.”
“I-I’ll eat, okay?!”

Degrienne snatched up her silver fork, the metal burning hot between her trembling fingers.
She stabbed viciously at the venison as if skewering Catherine’s heart.
This isn’t submission—this is strategic forbearance.

She repeated the words in her mind, over and over, trying desperately to convince herself.
But by the third bite, the nausea surged again.
Degrienne stared at the remaining venison on the plate, her throat bobbing.

“With the knife and fork, like this.” Catherine placed her fingers over Degrienne’s.
The blade sliced cleanly through the meat without a sound, a flawless display of bloodkin nobility.
Degrienne suddenly yanked her hand away and grabbed the meat with her bare fingers, shoving it straight into her mouth.

Her silver hair whipped around with the motion, greasy droplets splattering across the pristine white tablecloth—leaving jarringly vulgar stains.
“Aren’t bloodkin just beasts?” she growled, tearing at the meat with her canines. “What’s the point of table manners? Pretentious garbage…”
The final syllable was still caught between her teeth when a flash of blood-red light sliced through the air—

Crack!
A long whip coiled around her wrist, barbs sinking into her skin in an instant.
Before Degrienne could react, blood was already dripping from her forearm onto the plate.

“Lick it clean.” Catherine’s voice was ice.
Degrienne turned her face away, but the whip only tightened further.
The barbs dug deeper into her flesh.

“Ah!” she cried out as her wrist twisted grotesquely under the pressure.
“What about now?”
Through the haze of pain, Degrienne finally trembled and lowered her head.

She extended her soft pink tongue, slowly lapping the blood from her fingertips.
The taste of iron filled her mouth, mingled with tears of humiliation.
“There’s my good girl.”

Catherine released the whip, watching the wound on her wrist knit back together almost instantly.
“At the banquet in half a month,” she said, lifting Degrienne’s chin with the whip’s tip, “if you dare behave this rudely again…”
She didn’t finish the sentence—but Degrienne heard the whip’s sharp whistle through the air.

The silver-haired girl flinched unconsciously… but then stiffened her spine, as if out of defiance.
The watching maids exchanged glances, surprise flickering in their eyes.
By all rights, anyone who dared disobey Lady Catherine’s orders should have been flogged dozens of times, then strung up on the spire to bask in the sun for three days.

Yet this little mistress only got a light flick of the whip?
“Lady Catherine is so gentle with her…” a maid with a butterfly ribbon whispered.
“Shh—”

The maid beside her quickly covered her mouth, sneaking a glance at Isabella standing silently in the shadows.
Only the personal maid knew—her mistress’s patience was like a taut thread, liable to snap at any moment.
“Keep your wrist flat.”

Catherine tapped the back of Degrienne’s hand with the silver fork, leaving a faint red mark on her pale skin.
“That’s not how you hold cutlery, my dear.”
Degrienne forced back her tears and chewed the venison mechanically.

Each bite felt like she was grinding up her own pride—but she had to eat.
To survive. To grow stronger.
“Don’t just eat the meat.”

Catherine swirled her wineglass elegantly. The dark red liquid glimmered with a sinister sheen under the candlelight.
“Blood is the main course, my little pet.”
When the goblet of blood was placed before her, Degrienne recoiled violently. “I’d rather die than drink that!”

Catherine’s smile froze.
She slowly set down her napkin—and every maid instantly stopped breathing.
“Veronica. Isabella.”

The head maid and personal maid stepped forward at once, pinning Degrienne’s shoulders from either side.
The silver-haired girl thrashed wildly. “Let go of me! You filthy bloodsuck—”
Before the words left her mouth, Catherine had already seized her chin and pressed the rim of the goblet against her tightly sealed lips.

The blood trickled down the corner of her mouth, staining the lace collar crimson.
“Swallow.”
Catherine’s voice was soft… but terrifying.

Degrienne’s eyes flew open. Suddenly she jerked her head forward—
And spat a mouthful of blood straight onto Catherine’s dress.
“Pfft… hahahaha!”

She burst into laughter at the sight of Catherine’s bloodstained gown.
For the first time since her transformation, it was a genuine smile—even with blood still clinging to the corners of her lips.
Catherine slowly set the goblet aside, fingertips brushing over the blood on her skirt.

Under the horrified stares of everyone present, she… smiled.
That smile stopped Degrienne’s laughter cold.
“So my little pet prefers… a more special dining method?”

She poured the rest of the blood into a porcelain dish, then bent down and placed it gently on the cold marble floor.
“Lick it clean.”
Catherine caressed Degrienne’s silver hair, her hand as gentle as if tending to the most precious of pets.

“Use your little tongue. Not a single drop must remain.”
Degrienne stared at the blood-filled dish, her face going deathly pale.
Her lips quivered as she forced the words out: “I’d rather die… than do that!”

She lifted her head abruptly, crimson eyes burning with resolve.
“Kill me! If I reincarnate, I swear I’ll hide until I’m invincible before showing my face!”
Catherine chuckled softly. Her voice was gentle, almost tender.

“How could I bear to kill you? You won’t die…”
Then suddenly, she yanked Degrienne off her lap with one arm. “Not until I’m satisfied.”
“Mnngh…”

The silver-haired girl hit the floor hard, wincing in pain.
Catherine looked down at her from above, the tip of her boot gently tapping the blood dish.
“Now then, choose—will you lick it clean with that little tongue of yours…”

Her smile deepened.
“Or shall I teach you in a far more enjoyable way?”