Chapter 52: Her Scent in the Steam Room

The moon hung in the desolate sky, scattered stars weaving a veil of mystery and silver light over the ancient Castle’s courtyard.

Inside the Steam Room, a massive bronze bathtub had been polished until it gleamed, reflecting the faint moonlight.

Su Ling carried a wooden bucket and ladle, moving carefully through the swirling steam, her mind occupied with how to prepare the perfect water temperature.

“The Blood Clan’s body temperature is lower than humans, so the water can’t be too hot…”

Su Ling reminded herself silently, carefully pouring hot and cold water into the tub. She tested it with her hand again and again until it reached just the right warmth she envisioned.

Then, from a small cloth pouch she kept on her person, she took out a tiny bottle of precious Rose Essence Oil. Gently twisting the cap open, she added a few drops into the bathwater. Instantly, a refreshing and elegant fragrance filled the entire room.

Everything should be ready now.

She glanced around, making sure all the preparations were complete. Only then did she quietly step out toward the Castle’s interior to invite Her Highness, the Princess.

“Su Ling, is my bath ready?” Sista Anderson’s clear voice called from inside her chambers.

“Yes, Your Highness. The water is ready, and I prepared floral essence oil just for you.” Su Ling replied respectfully, extending her hand to lead the Princess to the Steam Room.

Sista Anderson followed Su Ling’s steps through the long, dim corridor. When she saw the huge bronze tub and caught the scent of Rongyi Grass lingering in the air, the tension on her face finally eased a little.

“Mm, not bad.”

As she finished speaking, Sista Anderson spread her arms. Su Ling hurried forward to help her remove her intricate garments, then guided her into the bathtub. The warm water instantly enveloped Sista’s body.

Afterwards, Su Ling stood at the side, gently wiping Sista’s skin with a towel. Sista closed her eyes, her long lashes casting delicate shadows.

Neither of them spoke. Only the sound of water lapping gently against the tub echoed in their ears.

Su Ling’s gaze involuntarily drifted to Sista. The girl’s long, black hair fanned out around the tub, a few playful strands clinging to her cheek, adding an unexpected touch of charm.

Clothed, her beauty was never fully revealed. But now, with nothing to hide her, Sista’s skin was as flawless as the first snowfall, so delicate that a single touch seemed enough to sense the blood pulsing beneath.

In contrast to her delicate face, her figure was full and well-proportioned, every curve just right. As Sista moved lightly in the water, beads of water slid along her smooth skin, tracing glistening lines over her soft contours.

Su Ling’s hand glided gently over her shoulder, savoring the silky smoothness. Although she had bathed the Princess many times before, each time she faced Sista’s beauty, she couldn’t help but marvel at it anew.

Splash—

As the bath ended, Sista rose gracefully. Droplets traced her body, outlining an even more perfect silhouette, the fruits of her chest swaying gently.

“Come here.”

Suddenly, Sista curled her lips into a teasing smile, her eyes glinting with a hint of mischief.

“Your Highness, what is it?” Su Ling faltered, caught off guard.

“I said come here.” Sista didn’t give her a chance to refuse, grabbing her hand and pulling her to the edge of the tub.

Su Ling froze, her nerves tightening. She didn’t understand what Sista wanted.

“Lift it up.”

Lift it up? Why…?

Su Ling wanted to ask, but knew she had no right to refuse. She obediently closed her eyes, gripping the hem of her skirt and slowly raising it a little.

“Not enough. Higher.” Sista ordered again.

The black fabric slid up further, revealing a pair of pale, slender thighs, trembling ever so slightly.

“Still not enough.”

As if losing patience, Sista leaned forward, grasped Su Ling’s skirt, and lifted it high, exposing the girl’s thighs completely to the cool air.

“Ah—!” Su Ling couldn’t help but cry out, the sound mingling with the splash of falling water.

“Now, serve me.”

With those words, Sista Anderson’s cold, soft lips pressed against the inside of Su Ling’s thigh. Su Ling instinctively squeezed her legs together, but Sista’s pale hands pried them apart, giving her no chance to resist.

“Mmm—”

Su Ling shut her eyes tightly, gritting her teeth, bracing herself for what was to come.

Blood slowly seeped from her thigh, but instead of the pain she felt the last two times, there was a subtle, indescribable sensation.

It was a strange, electric feeling—neither pain nor fear, but a peculiar, trembling pleasure.

Su Ling’s legs tensed involuntarily—not from fear, but because her body instinctively responded to this sudden intimacy.

Her heart raced, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. Her eyes flickered with complex emotions—panic mixed with a barely perceptible shyness.

This is terrible, so terrible, she cried inside, yet her body grew weaker and weaker.

What’s happening to me…?

Panting softly, she opened her eyes and glanced down. Between her thighs, the Blood Princess’s gaze shone with greedy light, her vision blurring and hazy.

Apparently dissatisfied with Su Ling’s stiff reaction, Sista slowly released her bite. Her red, soft tongue licked around her lips, gathering the remaining blood into her mouth.

Then she looked up, her cold gaze locking onto Su Ling’s face.

“Did you forget what I told you before?” Her tone carried a hint of reproach.

“Your Highness… what do you mean?” Su Ling struggled to steady herself, asking cautiously.

“You belong to me. Whenever I want your service, you must give your body to me.” Sista lifted Su Ling’s skirt with icy fingers, her words cold as frost. “You have no right to resist.”

“I… understand.” Su Ling could only reply.

“Raise your skirt yourself,” Sista ordered, tipping her chin.

“And open your legs.”

“…Yes, Your Highness.”

Whatever. By now, I should be used to this.

Suppressing her sense of humiliation, Su Ling forced herself to lift her skirt, her weak fingertips trembling as she assumed the posture Sista expected.

All her unspoken resentment had to be swallowed. She could only endure.

“I must look so pathetic right now…”

Her breath came faster, her own scent mingling with Sista’s, rising and falling in the steamy room.

Tii, Amane… If I can endure all this, I’ll surely return to my friends someday. All this pain is nothing—as long as I can make it through.

That night felt endless.