Sefina didn’t even lift her head, her gaze still glued to the documents as she replied coolly in the direction of the door:
“Come in.”
With a soft “creak—” the office door was gently pushed open.
A familiar head with short gray hair poked in—it was Mia. She wore a lively, somewhat ingratiating smile on her face.
Sefina had actually predicted this. There was a good chance this girl would show up.
Given Mia’s naturally sociable and bold personality, it was no surprise she would come to apply for the Assistant position.
“Miss Sefina!” Mia called out cheerfully in greeting.
Sefina put down her pen, raised her eyes to look at her, and went straight to the point: “You’re here to apply for the Assistant job?”
“Mm-hmm!” Mia nodded vigorously, her smile growing even brighter. “Do you think I’m suitable, Miss? I’m really efficient at work!”
Sefina gazed at her, analyzing quietly in her heart: Mia’s strength in the class was indeed quite good, a peak Second-Rank mage, already close to the Third-Rank Threshold.
Her mana control and combat reactions were decent.
It was just her grasp of basic theoretical knowledge was sometimes full of holes—reliable at times, unreliable at others.
But Assistant duties mainly involved correcting basic homework, organizing materials, running errands, and conveying notices; there shouldn’t be any major issues.
Having her as an Assistant shouldn’t drag her grades down.
As long as she didn’t teach any wrong theories to the other students.
Moreover, Sefina guessed that half of Mia’s motivation for applying was likely the endless stash of desserts in her Magical Refrigerator. Such a glutton.
Sefina glanced helplessly at the Magical Refrigerator in the corner, thinking to herself.
Well, so long as she could help lighten the workload, letting her eat a bit was fine—consider it an extra perk of being an Assistant.
After weighing her options, Sefina nodded, her tone calm: “All right. From today on, you’ll be one of my Assistants. I’ll go over the specific duties and requirements with you in detail a little later.”
“That’s great! Thank you, Miss!” Mia instantly jumped up, cheering with joy and bouncing in place.
However, her excitement hadn’t fully faded when her smile suddenly vanished. She leaned in close to Sefina’s desk, body tilting forward a bit, a somewhat bashful look appearing on her face.
“Um… Miss…” Mia spoke softly, her gaze flickering.
Sefina raised her brows slightly, asking calmly, “What is it? Is there something else?”
Mia rubbed her fingers together, pretending to be embarrassed as she said, “Actually… actually, there’s one more thing I came for. It’s just… the blood you prepared for me before, Miss, I’ve already finished it. Now I’m feeling a bit hungry again…”
As Mia spoke, she subconsciously licked her lips, her eyes involuntarily drifting to Sefina’s pale neck.
At her words, Sefina’s face showed a hint of puzzlement, and she murmured, “You finished it already? Could it be…”
Before she could finish, Mia’s heart leapt into her throat, a cold sweat breaking out down her back.
Crap! The Miss is suspicious!
She really had lied. The animal blood Sefina had told Lisika to deliver before, Mia hadn’t finished it at all!
Even stored in a container enchanted with preservation magic, that blood lost much of its freshness after a few days, turning dull and a bit astringent.
How could that taste compare to the fresh, hot, incomparably sweet blood from Miss Sefina’s own body!
Sefina had only guessed half the truth earlier. Mia’s decision to become her Assistant was indeed partly because of the delicious desserts in the fridge.
But the other half was—at least for Mia—the most tempting and delectable “treat” in the office had always been Miss Sefina herself!
Is it really so wrong to crave the Miss’s deliciousness? This… this shouldn’t make her a bad student, right? At most, it just means she has unique taste? Mia tried to justify herself inwardly.
Just as Mia’s heart was pounding nervously, terrified of being found out, Sefina murmured, finishing her earlier thought:
“Could it be that you’re growing, Mia, and your need for blood has increased? That would make sense…”
The tension in Mia’s chest dropped with a soft “thud,” and she secretly let out a long breath.
Thank goodness! Miss didn’t get suspicious! She even came up with the perfect excuse for me!
That’s genuinely what Sefina thought. The child was in her adolescence, and a bloodline like hers needed a lot of energy; it was only natural for her demand to rise.
Looks like I’ll have to ask Lisika to prepare more Storage Blood from now on.
Seeing Mia looking at her so pitifully, Sefina sighed softly in resignation.
“All right,” she replied quietly.
Then, under Mia’s gaze, Sefina tilted her head slightly, lifted her slender fingers, and gently swept aside the blue hair falling over her neck, exposing her pale, graceful neck completely to Mia.
Her neck was elegantly shaped, her skin especially delicate under the office lights, and for a bloodkin, it exuded an irresistible allure.
How could Mia possibly resist such a direct “invitation”?!
In almost an instant, her short gray hair transformed before the naked eye into a pristine white, her originally sapphire eyes flooded with thick crimson.
At the corners of her lips, two sharp fangs slid out, gleaming coldly.
Drawn like a magnet, she leaned in close, her warm breath brushing over Sefina’s skin, sending a slight shiver along her neck.
Then, carefully, she aimed her fangs at the faintly pulsing vein and bit down lightly—
“Mmm—”
A familiar pricking pain shot through her instantly, mixed with the tingling sensation of blood being drawn, like a subtle current shooting through her entire body.
Sefina couldn’t help but let out a barely audible moan, her body tensing up a little.
Mia, finally able to savor this dreamlike vintage again, felt an indescribable sweetness and satisfaction flooding her taste buds and soul.
That fresh, warm blood infused with Miss Sefina’s unique aura and magic was hundreds—no, thousands—of times tastier than any stored blood.
Unable to hold back, she indulged herself, drinking in mouthfuls, her tongue gently lapping at the wound to savor every last drop.
So sweet… So delicious… So satisfying…
Sefina, on the other hand, was feeling it a bit. This girl truly had no sense of restraint; once she started drinking, she never knew when to stop.
The light-headedness from blood loss, stacked with the pain, made her uncomfortable.
Yet—
Amidst the distinct “victim” sensation, Sefina became acutely aware that among the tingling and numbness, there seemed to be…
…a peculiar hint of pleasure?
She knew a few obscure facts about the bloodkin.
There were special magical components in a bloodkin’s saliva—a mild neurotoxin whose main function was to relax the victim’s vigilance, even inducing slight euphoria, lowering their resistance so the bloodkin could feed more easily.
At this moment, Sefina seemed to have fallen into that subtle state created by both physiological and magical effects.
On one hand was the weakness and pain from blood loss; on the other, the toxin-induced tingling and light shivers that made her cheeks burn a little…
The sensation was strange, contradictory, and left her at a loss.
But just as this delicate, private atmosphere had lasted less than a minute—
“Tap—tap—tap—”
The sound of approaching footsteps suddenly echoed from the hallway outside the office.
Not good! Someone’s coming!