“Come here. Change your clothes.”
“Do… do I have to take them off?”
In the servants’ dressing room underground, Su Ling hugged her arms tightly to her body, warily eyeing the red-haired maid in front of her.
The maid sighed.
“The princess has very high standards for her blood slaves. Wearing something so shabby won’t do if you want to serve Her Highness,” she said, and without regard for Su Ling’s resistance, wiped the dirt off her face with a towel.
“I have to clean you up and dress you in something Her Highness likes.”
“Serve… what does serve mean?”
“It means offering your blood,” the maid replied, already loosening the strap on Su Ling’s shoulder as she began to scrub her body.
“Your skin is so soft. Her Highness will like it.”
After wiping her arms, the maid reached for the belt of her skirt.
“W-wait—let me do the bottom part myself!”
Su Ling had just transmigrated here not long ago, and wasn’t ready for this new female body to be touched like this by another girl her own age—
But it was too late.
The little red-haired maid gave her no chance to hide and quickly undid her belt and tugged down her skirt.
“Eek—!”
Su Ling’s shriek echoed in the room.
After they finally cleaned her up, Su Ling felt like her legs had turned to jelly, almost too weak to stand.
The maid deftly rummaged through the wardrobe, selecting accessories and clothing before assembling an outfit for her.
Soon, she pushed Su Ling in front of a huge mirror.
“You look so beautiful,” the maid murmured in admiration.
Su Ling looked up at her reflection—and froze.
This was the first time she was seeing the body she had transmigrated into.
A petite figure, a slightly childish face that hadn’t quite matured yet.
Even though she was only fifteen or sixteen, she could already tell this body would grow into a beauty.
Under the glow of the lanterns, her silver hair spilled down like a river of stars, and her light pink irises glimmered.
Her nose was delicate, lips as luscious as cherries.
The peach-pink cake-like dress fit her perfectly.
“You do suit cute clothes. The princess will be delighted tonight,” the maid said, smoothing the layers of her skirt with a satisfied smile.
“Alright, it’s about time. Let’s go. Don’t keep Her Highness waiting.”
“Eh?”
The door swung open as several other maids filed in, surrounding Su Ling.
Without a word, they snapped cuffs on her wrists and shackles on her ankles.
Su Ling, completely alone and powerless, could do nothing but submit.
“Let’s go. Time to see Her Highness,” one of them urged, leading her toward another room.
“W-Wait! Am I… am I going to die?”
Her heart lodged in her throat.
No one answered.
The maids hurried her along without a pause.
Su Ling was pushed through a dim corridor and into a grandly decorated chamber.
Her steps were heavy as she crossed the threshold.
The room was lavish and extravagant—ornate murals, tapestries, and furniture that she had only ever seen in movies.
But Su Ling had no time to appreciate them.
Her gaze swept around, and a chill ran through her.
Carefully flexing her hands, she tried to wriggle free of the shackles, but they wouldn’t budge.
The cuffs dug into her wrists as though they’d taken root.
“What are you looking at?”
A cold voice broke the silence.
Su Ling whirled around to see a dark-haired beauty sitting on the bed, eyes sharp and chilling—it was none other than Princess Sista, the vampire.
“Glancing around like that… are you planning to run?”
Su Ling felt a spike of fear but forced herself to stay composed.
“I… I wasn’t.”
Sista laughed softly and crossed the room toward her.
Her fingers brushed Su Ling’s hair as she moved close.
“You’re wasting your energy. You can’t run,” she murmured, lifting Su Ling’s silver strands and pressing her red lips to Su Ling’s ear.
Her voice was a seductive whisper, “Every other blood slave who became a sacrifice gave up the will to live long ago. Yet you dare try to negotiate terms with me—do you really think I’d agree?”
“Then… what do you want me to do?” Su Ling asked hesitantly.
“I want to see the look of despair on your face,” Sista replied with a wicked grin.
A cold shudder ran down Su Ling’s spine.
Again she tugged at the shackles, but they held her fast, ringing with a metallic clang.
As expected from a villainess who terrified readers of the novel—her words were poisonous as they were cruel.
Still, Su Ling steeled herself.
She couldn’t show fear in front of a vampire.
The key to negotiating was making sure they didn’t see you were already cornered.
Su Ling bit her lip and stared back at Sista.
“I’m not going to despair.”
“Oh? We’ll see about that.”
Sista’s gaze drifted down Su Ling’s legs.
Her fingers brushed up the hem of the skirt and pressed against her smooth thigh.
Su Ling shuddered at the touch but struggled to stay calm.
“Your skin is exquisite. Truly first-class,” Sista mused as her gaze swept over the lacy pink dress Su Ling wore.
“And this dress? Perfect. My personal maid, Tii, has a very good eye.”
“Let go of me!”
“Oh, but my favorite part is your eyes,” Sista whispered, leaning ever closer, red gaze devouring her.
“Fear, disgust, sadness… so much emotion. Blood slaves like you shouldn’t have feelings for a vampire.”
Her lips brushed Su Ling’s neck as her arms pulled her close.
Su Ling felt her pulse thudding under her skin—and then Sista bit.
A sharp jolt of pain rushed through her.
Su Ling fought to twist away, but Sista’s hands held her like iron.
Damn it… am I going to die?
“Mm…” her head spun as a strange fog seemed to descend over her.
“So sweet…” Sista murmured in delight, a faint tremor in her voice.
“It’s been so long since I’ve had blood this delicious. Let me taste a little more of you.”
With each sip, Su Ling’s strength drained.
She could barely struggle anymore.
“No… this can’t…” she whispered faintly.
But Sista acted as if she hadn’t heard, sinking her fangs deeper into Su Ling’s fair neck.
“You… are you going to kill me?” Su Ling’s lips quivered.
“Kill you? Of course not,” Sista purred, her eyes glinting with a wicked light as she slipped her bloodstained fingers into her mouth.
“You’re too entertaining to kill. I plan to play with you for a long, long time.”
Su Ling’s thoughts grew hazy.
Powerless to resist, exhaustion pulled her under as her consciousness slowly slipped away…