“Ara ara, hm hm hm… Looks like someone’s been rather ‘naughty.'”
Utia’s crimson eyes fixed on the fresh bite marks on Sylvie’s neck, the corners of her mouth curving into a dangerous arc.
Sylvie hurriedly retreated, her hands instinctively covering her neck, trying to hide the marks left by Cassia.
“This is just… just from serving the Queen today.”
She explained, forcing her voice to sound calm and normal.
But Sylvie knew full well that Utia was extremely sensitive to the scent of “fear” and “panic.”
“Is that so?” Utia said in a deliberately pinched voice.
She elegantly took a step forward, her scarlet pupils no longer hiding the greed brewing within.
“But I recall that our noble and arrogant Queen Klal never personally uses her fangs to draw blood.”
“In her eyes, everything besides herself is filthy and lowly. Even gazing into her eyes is seen as an unforgivable ‘blasphemy.'”
As Utia’s words came laced with malicious amusement, her figure did not stop, slowly closing in on Sylvie, forcing the latter to back away continuously.
“The Queen… sometimes gets in the mood. It’s unavoidable.” Sylvie continued her evasion.
Utia suddenly halted, her crimson eyes narrowing dangerously, locking tightly onto Sylvie. The oppressive gaze made Sylvie feel suffocated.
“Heh.” Utia let out a cold laugh before suddenly asking,
“Do you know what our esteemed Queen hates the most? Filthy humans, defiant enemies, impure blood…”
With each word, she advanced a step. Sylvie was forced to retreat until her back hit the cold wall.
“But do you know what she hates above all?” Utia’s smile grew increasingly eerie and chilling.
Sylvie shook her head silently, her emerald eyes filled with wariness and unease.
Utia leaned in close, whispering in Sylvie’s ear.
“What she hates most… is her possessions being tainted by others.”
Those words made Sylvie tremble all over.
She knew Klal’s personality too well—extreme possessiveness and obsession with purity. She would never tolerate anything belonging to her being touched by another.
“Think about it, my cute little one. If Queen Klal learned that her exclusive blood servant—the food she enjoys every day—had been…”
Utia’s fingertip lightly traced the bite marks on Sylvie’s neck, her sweet voice carrying a chilling intent that made one shudder.
“Tasted by some ‘unknown’ fellow…”
She paused deliberately, savoring Sylvie’s face turning deathly pale in an instant.
“What do you think Her Majesty would think? Her most treasured collectible, actually touched by someone else.”
Utia’s crimson eyes gleamed with malice as she continued.
“And her dedicated blood servant, without any resistance, goes every day to feed that stray dog with her own blood. What do you think… the Queen would do to this traitor?”
Sylvie’s breathing nearly stopped. Her emerald eyes began trembling violently as if seeing something terrifying, her breaths coming short and rapid.
And this expression, seen by Utia, only seemed to further ignite the nauseating desire within her.
After a long moment, Sylvie barely managed to suppress her fear.
She raised her head. The vulnerability and terror that had briefly shown were forcibly calmed once more.
She gazed at those crimson eyes fixed on her, her voice trembling.
“What do… you want.”
Utia’s eyes narrowed in satisfaction, letting out a string of pleased laughter.
“Hm hm hm. Worthy of the little one I’ve taken a liking to—understanding the situation so quickly~”
Sylvie’s expression darkened.
What do you mean understanding so quickly?
The greed and possessiveness in your eyes are practically overflowing. You think I can’t see it…
Utia’s fingers ambiguously traced Sylvie’s jawline, her crimson eyes shimmering with eerie light.
In the next moment, her fingers suddenly gripped hard, viciously pinching Sylvie’s chin and forcing the back of her head to slam against the cold wall.
“Ugh!”
Sylvie let out a pained grunt. Before she could react,
Rip—
Her cloak was roughly torn open. Her slender neck was exposed to the chilly night, the delicate skin still bearing the fresh purple bruises from earlier service.
“Ah…” Utia’s breathing suddenly grew heavy, letting out a pleased whimper.
She leaned down, carefully inhaling the girl’s warm scent.
“You know, hm hm hm…” Her lips brushed Sylvie’s ear, her exhaled breath carrying a sinister chill.
“From the first moment I saw you, I’ve wanted to do this.”
“To see the blood servant the Queen favors trembling in my arms.”
“To hear your whimpers from pain, to watch that perfect mask of yours come off, revealing pleasure and debasement!”
Her voice grew more excited, fervent, laced with barely concealed desire.
The latter could only clench her teeth, face full of disgust as she tilted back, but unable to resist at all.
Utia’s hot, sweetly scented breath sprayed against Sylvie’s face. She spoke in a pinched, reproachful tone, her fingertips teasingly tracing Sylvie’s collarbone.
“You can’t blame big sister for this. It’s all because of that cold attitude you always show me, like you’re forever wearing a mask—it’s just too tempting.”
“Every time I see that flawless fake face of yours, I can’t help but… can’t help but want to see it shatter, hm hm hm.”
“To hear you beg for mercy, to see you cry, to make those pretty green eyes of yours fill with nothing but fear and despair…”
Sylvie bit her lower lip tightly, fingers clenched. She could feel Utia’s disgusting aura of desire—nearly enough to make her retch.
“Look at you now—scared to death yet still pretending to be calm. It’s just… too adorable.”
“…What exactly do you want.” Sylvie asked again in a low voice.
Utia’s smile deepened, growing more sinister. She leaned close to her ear, replying slowly.
“Very simple, hm hm hm… Of course it’s…”
“Lady Utia…”
Just as Utia was about to voice that filthy thought, a male voice carrying a hint of warning echoed from the dark street ahead.
“If possible, please stay away from Her Majesty’s blood servant… You’re already overstepping boundaries.”
The smile on Utia’s face vanished instantly. Her rare opportunity interrupted, her expression filled with deep displeasure. Her crimson eyes lowered.
“Tch…”
She withdrew her raised leg, turning to face the male vampire in a white enforcer uniform who had appeared across from them at some point.
Sulga… Like Utia, one of the Queen’s personal guards.
“Ah~ Couldn’t you have come a little later to interrupt? I was just getting excited.” She drew out her words, tone brimming with irritation.
Sulga stood expressionless, his blood eyes—like congealed blood, chilling to the bone—pausing briefly on Sylvie’s disheveled collar and the bite marks on her neck before returning to Utia.
“Her Majesty is summoning Sylvie. If you delay her, you’ll bear the consequences.”
Utia clicked her tongue in displeasure but ultimately dared not defy the Queen’s orders.
She elegantly straightened her white uniform, turning to flash Sylvie a meaningful smile.
“Looks like we’ll have to stop here for tonight, but… I’ll come find you again. Remember to wash your neck clean and wait for big sister, hm hm…”
She left behind a string of pleased laughter, brushing past Sulga as she walked away.
Sylvie remained silent, stiffly leaning against the wall.
Sulga’s emotionless gaze turned to her.
“Her Majesty is waiting. Do not delay.”
“Yes… Lord Sulga.” Sylvie’s voice was filled with exhaustion.
Sulga turned to leave but seemed to recall something. He glanced sideways, saying lowly,
“And… You should know your own status. Do not do anything to displease the Queen.”
“…Sylvie understands.”
With that reply, he no longer lingered, striding away until his figure vanished into the darkness.
“Ha…”
Sylvie’s body slid softly down the wall to the ground. She let out a deep, weary breath.
“…I really want to die.”