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

Degrienne stared fixedly at the dish on the floor, her lips pressed into a hard line.
“I’ll ask one last time, little one.”
Catherine looked down at her. “Will you drink it yourself, or shall I pin you down and make you lick it?”

Degrienne turned her face away, silent.
“So you’ve chosen the latter.”
Catherine sighed, then abruptly seized the back of her head and shoved her face downward.

“Mmph!” Degrienne thrashed desperately, but Catherine’s hand didn’t budge an inch.
Her nose nearly touched the surface of the blood, the cloying scent invading her nostrils.
“Lick it clean.” Catherine’s voice remained elegant. “Otherwise, we’ll be here all night.”

Second by second, time crawled on. Degrienne’s knees began to go numb, cold sweat seeping down her back.
The maids stood by silently, their expressions calm, as if this was routine.
Veronica gently clasped her hands before her skirt and sighed. “Why must the little mistress be so stubborn…”

“Yeah, seriously,” the ribboned maid chimed in. “If you’d just be a good girl, you wouldn’t be punished.”
Degrienne clenched her teeth. Blood stained her lips, but she still refused to stick out her tongue.
Catherine’s patience visibly frayed, the warmth in her crimson gaze cooling by the second.

“Very well.”
She let go. As Degrienne staggered and looked up, Catherine grabbed her by the chin.
“If you enjoy being difficult so much…”

Her fingers trailed slowly down Degrienne’s throat.
“Then it’s time for a spanking. Bare-bottomed, of course~”
The atmosphere in the dining hall changed instantly.

The maids all held their breath—some even rose onto their toes, eyes gleaming with excitement.
Catherine settled into the high-backed chair and patted her thigh. “Come lay across.”
Degrienne’s face turned scarlet in an instant.
Her mind flashed back to her days as a Martial Emperor—glory on the battlefield, fearsome across continents—

And now she was to be bent over and spanked in public?
She was just about to protest when the world suddenly spun—
Catherine grabbed her waist one-handed, lifting her like a kitten.

She kicked and flailed, but it was useless.
With a flick, Catherine flipped her over and pressed her face-down across her thigh.
“Wait!” Degrienne cried out. “I… I’ll drink it! I will!”

Catherine paused.
Tilting her head, a playful glint passed through her crimson eyes. “Too late~ I gave you your chance. Now…”
Her slender fingers dug into the sensitive spot at Degrienne’s waist, making her jolt.

“You’re getting spanked.”
Her breath, sweet with a hint of rose, brushed across Degrienne’s ear as her tongue traced a wet line down her cheek.
“Unless…”

Degrienne suddenly felt the edge of her skirt lift—and the instant the cold air touched her skin—
“No! I’ll lick it! I’ll lick it, okay?!”
She practically shouted, voice cracking in panic.

Catherine chuckled and let her go, watching as the silver-haired girl scrambled across the floor toward the dish.
She knelt, trembling, and slowly extended her soft pink tongue to lap at the bloodstained porcelain.
Each lick tasted like she was swallowing another piece of her dignity—but compared to being spanked bare-assed in front of everyone…

This was the better option.
“There’s my good girl.”
Catherine propped her chin in her hand, admiring the scene. Then she nudged Degrienne’s butt with her toe.

“Lick it all clean. Not a single drop left.”
Degrienne bowed her head, tongue moving over the dish in silent shame.
This is for Desire Points… for strength… to escape…

Someday, she would make this deranged woman pay.
She repeated it over and over in her mind, forcing herself to continue the degrading task.
Her tongue slid across the cold porcelain. The blood was honey-sweet as it ran down her throat—along with searing-hot tears.

When she realized she was beginning to crave that milk-smooth blood, she felt nothing but shame.
“My, my, little mistress is licking so diligently.”
“Look at those flushed ears… adorable.”

The maids’ teasing whispers pricked like needles in her back.
When the last drop of blood vanished beneath her tongue, Degrienne suddenly began coughing violently.
Catherine forced her chin up, revealing a smear of blood still glistening at the corner of her lips.

“Didn’t you do such a thorough job?”
Catherine wiped her thumb across Degrienne’s mouth and held the smear up for her to see. “You really do have a talent for being a bloodkin.”
“Tch.”

Degrienne turned her face away, only for Catherine’s sharp nail to dig into her chin and twist her back around.
Catherine’s crimson eyes glittered with mockery. “Saying you won’t drink…”
She leaned in close, brushing her tongue across the fine hairs on Degrienne’s burning ear.

“…But your body tells a different story.”
“Shut up!” Degrienne trembled with fury—only to hear the maids doubling down:
“Her little tongue was curling just right!”

“She looked like she was really enjoying it~!”
Catherine lovingly petted her silver hair. “Just admit it, little one…”
Then suddenly lowered her voice, sinking ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) her teeth lightly into Degrienne’s collarbone and leaving a faint bite mark.

“The blood in your veins was already ours.”
Degrienne opened her mouth to protest—then froze.
Dark crimson threads of magic had wrapped themselves around her spine without her noticing.

They slithered like living things, binding every joint with precision.
“Now that you’re full…”
Catherine’s fingertip curled.

The threads pulled taut.
“...it’s time to learn proper bloodkin etiquette.”
“Ah—!”

Degrienne gasped as her hunched back was forced upright. Her petite chest was thrust forward against her will.
An invisible force pinned her neck in place—she couldn’t even look down.
“Let’s start with posture.”

Catherine lazily snapped her fingers.
A thick volume—Bloodkin Etiquette Codex—materialized in midair and settled on top of Degrienne’s head.
“If you drop the book within thirty minutes, ten more will be added.”

Degrienne glared, cold sweat rolling down her temple.
The book’s hard cover pressed into her scalp. One wrong move and it would slip.
To make it worse, Catherine ordered her to lift her skirt and hold the hem in a formal curtsey pose.

“Higher with those fingers,” she said, tapping Degrienne’s wrist with the tip of her whip. “Yes, just like that… how lovely.”
The maids giggled behind covered mouths.
Degrienne’s calves started to tremble—but the magical threads tightened, digging into her skin like wires.

“I… I won’t give in…”
She gritted the words through clenched teeth.
“My, muscles shift when you talk.” Catherine chuckled. “The book’s sliding, you know?”

Degrienne’s pupils shrank.
The codex tilted—just about to crash down on her bare toes.
Then—snap!

Catherine’s fingers rang through the air.
The magical threads jerked tight.
Degrienne felt every joint in her body forcibly realigned.

The book froze inches from her toes… then slowly levitated back into place.
She let out a strangled whimper from the pain, eyes reddening—yet still glared daggers at Catherine.
“Half a month.”

Catherine rose and circled her slowly. “You’re to master every point of etiquette. This is just the beginning.”
“I won’t have my little pet acting like some savage werewolf at a banquet.”
Degrienne closed her eyes, face burning with shame and fury.

But Catherine’s next words turned her blood cold.
“If you can’t learn…”
She chuckled lowly, her finger trailing down Degrienne’s spine.

“Then I’ll just have to lock you away. For—oh, forever.”
Degrienne froze, her bound body trembling.
She could feel Catherine’s fingers exploring her back, and when they pressed lightly on her spine, her whole body went weak.

“Looks like my little pet understands now.” Catherine withdrew her hand, stretching with feline laziness.
The magic threads loosened slightly—but did not vanish.
She turned toward the door, tossing a command over her shoulder:

“Veronica, keep an eye on her.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
The head maid responded sweetly, lifting her skirt in a graceful curtsy.

She walked to Degrienne’s side, a gentle smile in her crimson eyes. “Please endure it a little longer, little mistress.”
Degrienne’s legs were already shaking.
Veronica subtly placed her hand behind Degrienne’s waist—not touching, but close enough to offer a hint of support.

“Breathe evenly,” she whispered. “Picture yourself as a rose. The straighter you stand, the more beautiful you are.”
At the doorway, Catherine glanced back, lips curled.
“In one hour, I’ll come take you for your bath~”

Her fingers trailed teasingly along her own collarbone.
“Let’s see… if you can still stand by then.”