This damn woman… wants to turn me into a vampire?!
Su Xinran just wanted a promotion and a raise.
And sure enough, she did get the student council president’s approval—by being directly given the First Embrace!
A First Embrace from a progenitor vampire… In a certain sense, that was a promotion and a raise.
But this is absolutely going off-script!!
“You… keep dreaming!!”
Su Xinran took a deep breath and forcefully broke away from Lilia’s embrace, stumbling a few steps before barely managing to stay on her feet.
“If I just kill you… eh-heh-heh…”
At this point, Su Xinran’s mind was already fuzzy.
The sky seemed to spin, and the floor felt like jelly—no matter how she tried, she couldn’t get a stable footing.
But she still held her ground.
If she could just kill the progenitor, then she wouldn’t turn into a vampire!
Snap!
With just a snap of Lilia’s fingers, Su Xinran collapsed on cue, unable to hold herself up any longer.
“Take her to the infirmary.”
Lilia said coldly to a completely color-drained Wang [So-and-so], who was standing nearby.
“Y-Yes! President, ma’am, safe travels!”
Bat-shaped wings spread from Lilia’s back as she gave a gentle leap and flew off.
“Sigh… You really are something. Smacked the student council president with an electric mosquito swatter…”
With a long sigh, Wang [So-and-so] pulled out his phone and called the school infirmary…
…
Main School Building.
Lilia walked straight into Class 3-A, completely ignoring the ongoing lecture.
She didn’t even bother announcing herself—just pushed the classroom door open.
“Lilia… Please try to arrive a little earlier next time…”
Surprisingly, the teacher didn’t try to stop her or scold her loudly.
Instead, his tone was soft, almost pleading.
“Got it~”
Lilia gave a perfunctory reply with zero remorse, pulled out her chair, and sat down.
“Sigh… All of you, really… I’ll just remind everyone again: you should be wearing your school uniforms. We did design them to be as tolerable as possible, so try not to be too rebellious…”
Since the lesson had already been interrupted, the teacher took the chance to nag a bit about discipline.
Ironically, there were only ten students in Class A… and none of them were wearing their uniforms.
“Here, the test sheet from earlier.”
A girl sitting in front of Lilia—who had antlers—tilted her chair back and handed Lilia a sheet with curiosity all over her face.
“You’re late today. Don’t you usually show up right on the dot?”
“Hmph. Ran into someone interesting.”
“Oh? Do tell?”
“Nothing worth mentioning…”
Lilia frowned and looked away with clear irritation.
“C’mon, tell me! Tell me, tell me!”
“Ugh, you’re so annoying!”
While the teacher lectured up front, the two girls chattered below, and the rest of the class wasn’t paying attention either—some reading, some playing on their phones.
“Sigh… Class A and Class E are like two extremes. One’s so good they don’t need lectures, and the other’s so bad they don’t want lectures…”
The teacher muttered to himself, and with a helpless sigh, continued reading off his PowerPoint.
…
Who knows how long had passed before Su Xinran finally began to regain consciousness.
“Ugh…”
An unfamiliar ceiling.
Her head throbbed like it was about to explode.
Her mouth felt awful…
Like she’d slept with it open all night.
Her jaw ached like it had been dislocated.
She felt horrible… her whole body ached…
Still a bit foggy, Su Xinran tried to shift her position—only to hear the metallic clink-clink of chains.
Wait… what’s going on… I think I’ve been cuffed…
Su Xinran weakly lifted her head—and sure enough, her wrists were bound to the metal bed frame with cold iron handcuffs.
“Ugh…”
Su Xinran opened her mouth, trying to speak—only to suddenly realize there was a bamboo gag stuffed in it!
What… what the hell is this!?
Did I just become Nezuko?!
It’s so hot…
Su Xinran felt like her whole body was burning, like a scorching-hot iron ball.
She was overwhelmed with heat and discomfort.
Her hair was soaked with sweat, and she instinctively tried to kick off the blanket covering her with her legs.
Huh?
Her legs were tied down too…
Damn it…
With great effort, Su Xinran lifted her head, only to find that her shoes had been removed, and her pale, short legs in white stockings were bound tightly with white medical bandages.
The wrapping was… surprisingly well done.
Secure, but not cutting off circulation…
Damn it!
Her whole body was restrained, and the unbearable heat only made the nameless irritation inside her boil even more.
She was lying on a hospital bed sectioned off by white curtains.
The lighting around her was very dim.
Did I sleep the whole day…?
Is anyone even here…?
Through a small gap in the curtains, she could see the faint glow of a warm, orange desk lamp.
But with the curtains drawn, even if someone was outside, she wouldn’t be able to call out…
This is bad… I’m burning up… I have to get someone…
Su Xinran painstakingly shifted toward the edge of the curtain and peeked through the gap—spotting a woman in a white lab coat slumped over a desk.
The warm orange light came from the lamp on her table.
The woman had long, slightly wavy wine-red hair that wasn’t tied up, cascading down her shoulders like melted chocolate.
She wore a white lab coat, just like a doctor, and lay with her chest pressed against the table, her body rising and falling gently with each breath.
On her feet were white high heels, and her legs were clad in sheer nude stockings.
If it weren’t for the way they shimmered in the dim light, Su Xinran wouldn’t have even noticed she was wearing them.
“Mm…”
The woman’s pale neck, framed by the curtain of hair, made Su Xinran freeze and stare blankly…
She stared for a long time—without even blinking.
She wanted to look away, but just couldn’t.
What the hell… what’s happening to me… huh?
Su Xinran suddenly realized that drool was trickling out of her mouth in a thin, steady stream, soaking the pillow beneath her.
No way… don’t tell me…
Am I… feeling hungry for that woman…?
The moment she turned her gaze away, her eyes impatiently snapped right back to the woman’s neck.
She wanted… she desperately wanted to bite into that spot… warm liquid would surely gush out…
Aahh… it’s so hot!
A searing headache made Su Xinran want to curl up and roll on the bed.
The burning sensation inside her body grew harder and harder to suppress.
Clang!
Clang!
The metallic sound of restraints echoed through the room as she thrashed against them in agony.
“Hm? You’re awake?”
The woman at the desk stirred from her nap at the noise.
She shook her head slightly, walked over, and pulled open the bed curtain.
“Mm…”
The moment the warm orange light spilled in, Su Xinran instinctively flinched away.
The soft glow, which she would normally find comforting, now felt unbearably harsh—she wanted to hide from it.
“Ah—sorry, sorry…”
The woman spoke gently, half-closing the curtain again.
Then she reached into one of the dozens of small inner pockets sewn into her lab coat and pulled out a test tube filled with red liquid.
Pop!
She uncorked it, grabbed hold of Su Xinran’s thrashing head, and poured the liquid into the bamboo gag.
“Mm…”
Su Xinran swallowed the cool, slightly spicy-tasting red medicine, and within seconds, her headache eased—and the burning heat in her body began to subside.