Ever since she was tormented by that piece of clothing, Liliya had felt an unbearable hunger.
She didn’t know where this hunger came from—she just thought it was because, in resisting that suffocating sensation, she’d used up some kind of energy.
That energy had not been replenished, and as a result, it translated into the hunger she felt now.
But when she saw Rosalia’s slender, delicate, and translucent white neck, Liliya finally understood the true source of that feeling.
It was Bloodthirst Syndrome.
She was not human. She was a bloodkin.
According to the memories in her mind, she had been a dying human picked up by Rosalia a long time ago. Because her life was hanging by a thread, Rosalia had no choice but to turn her into a bloodkin.
This was also the biggest reason she was willing to become Rosalia’s pet.
Rosalia was her savior.
And as a bloodkin, besides normal food, there was another important source of energy—blood.
If she didn’t feed regularly, she would grow weak, and eventually, the urge to drink blood would overwhelm her reason, turning her into a mindless monster until her next blood replenishment.
This condition was called Bloodthirst Syndrome among the bloodkin.
And now, she was suffering from Bloodthirst Syndrome.
She swallowed, her golden eyes fixed tightly on Rosalia’s neck, watching the faint blue veins beneath her pale skin.
Her sharp canine teeth were gradually growing longer, eventually reaching a length that could easily pierce flesh.
Rosalia looked at the motionless Liliya, the teasing glint in her eyes reappearing. She breathed softly by Liliya’s ear, her words tinged with lazy indifference, her tone rising at the end: “Liliya, why aren’t you moving?”
Why wasn’t she moving?
Liliya didn’t know either.
This was different from before. She felt that if she really tasted blood, she would never be the same again.
Clothes could be changed at will, and even a change in address meant nothing, but on this point, she was more hesitant than ever.
She must not drink. No matter what happened, she must not.
Pain struck again, almost tearing her consciousness in two. Even when she tried to escape it, the pain kept entangling her, giving her no chance to avoid it.
“Ugh…”
Tears once again appeared on Liliya’s beautiful face. Her delicate features scrunched up, her pink lips letting out a pitiful whimper.
Her body tensed, her fingers constantly scratching at her pretty silver hair, turning it into a tangled bird’s nest.
“Don’t resist. Just follow your heart like you did when picking out clothes.”
Rosalia’s voice came again, her pale hands once more caressing Liliya’s back, tracing her beautiful shoulder blades, lightly scratching her spine.
Under these gentle motions, her rigid muscles slowly relaxed. Even her legs lost strength and she nearly collapsed to the floor.
But all it did was relax her body.
That unignorable, intense pain still accompanied her, almost driving her mad.
“Looks like… my little pet still needs a bit of help from her master.”
Rosalia wasn’t surprised by the situation.
If the Holy Mark was that easy to remove, the Church wouldn’t have been able to rule the continent for so long.
The Church’s thousand-year dominance rested not just on brainwashing propaganda, but also on the Soul Imprint.
Engraved deep in the soul, coexisting with it, making one the Church’s most loyal Knight from then on.
That was why it was so satisfying to make her into her pet.
Rosalia looked at Liliya, whose consciousness was already beginning to blur, and used her own sharp canine to pierce her lip, then…
Liliya’s pupils contracted, and her breath halted for a second.
A kiss—bloody, soft.
All her thoughts, even the unceasing agony, disappeared for a moment. Liliya hadn’t even had time to process what was happening before she found herself pinned down on the soft carpet.
Silver hair spread out like petals, and Rosalia’s tall figure pressed her down tightly.
It wasn’t heavy, but there was a force she couldn’t resist.
Liliya’s small hands loosened, then clenched, then settled weakly in a half-grip, tightly pinned by Rosalia so she couldn’t move.
Even through the clothes between them, Liliya could still feel the softness of the girl above her, the pressure against her chest.
The sensation of lips and teeth being pried apart.
Blood mixed with saliva flowed in—it wasn’t a demand, but a gift. The sweet, metallic taste exploded in her mouth, seeping into Liliya’s very mind, making it impossible to refuse.
The pain that had nearly torn her consciousness apart faded in that sweet blood, replaced by pure pleasure.
It wasn’t enough…
The Little Blood Princess, tasting blood for the first time, was no longer satisfied with just the thin stream between their lips. She wanted more.
“Hehe.”
Rosalia’s laughter rang in her ear. Liliya found her head being guided to Rosalia’s neck.
“Drink.”
This time, Rosalia said nothing more, not trying to persuade her like before.
For a bloodkin tasting blood for the first time, there was no need for further explanation.
Liliya’s gaze grew hazy, her mind blank except for the memory of that intoxicating sweetness.
She wanted more…
Liliya’s teeth had turned into fangs, sinking into Rosalia’s shoulder.
The skin was easily pierced, more sweet blood gushed into her mouth, and her heart thudded wildly in her chest, nearly leaping out of her ribcage from the ecstasy.
This was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted, irresistible, making her want to drown herself in it.
This was addictive.
A bloodkin who had tasted blood once could never resist the temptation again.
The balance in Liliya’s heart tipped overwhelmingly toward her bloodkin instincts. The stabbing pain in her mind was being smothered, completely covered up, unable to torment her anymore.
Not until that hunger finally faded did Liliya’s teeth withdraw from Rosalia.
“Are you full?”
A blush.
A place.
Rosalia was still pressing down on Liliya, able to clearly see the flush on the girl’s face caused by the blood she had just drunk.
“Swallow.”
“Since you’re full, let’s get up. I’ll take you for a walk. You’ve forgotten some things—there’s a lot you’ll need to get used to again.”
Liliya steadied her heartbeat and nodded slowly, “…I understand.”
Rosalia got up from her, even helping straighten out her skirt before rising.
But… Liliya didn’t get up as she’d answered.
“What’s wrong?”
Rosalia looked at her, a little puzzled.
This was unexpected. Could it be that she’d remembered something?
If so, perhaps her memory would need some further “adjustment.”
A cold glint flashed in her eyes.
However, the next second, Liliya’s soft voice, tinged with a blush that made one want to take a bite, spread across her cheeks and down to her ears.
“…I can’t get up…”
Rosalia paused, then burst out laughing, the sound blooming like flowers, making Liliya bite her own pink lips in embarrassment.
“In that case, I’ll take my little pet for a walk myself. But little pet, you’d better think about how you’ll repay your master later, alright?” Rosalia had never expected Liliya to act like this, refusing to get up.
It seemed, this time, things were better than ever before.
Her smile was sincere as she cradled Liliya in her arms, gazing at the delicate girl in front of her, a hint of madness flashing in her eyes.
She wanted to… she really wanted to…
She wanted to devour her right now.
Liliya.