Martial Emperor of Blue Star, Turned into a Blood Slave Girl by a Vampire Princess

Catherine’s palm came down hard. The crisp smack echoed sharply through the sealed chamber.

Degrienne lay sprawled across her lap, her face flushed bright red.
Each slap sent a tremor through her body, but she could only bite down on her lip, refusing to make a sound—
After all, she’d pissed in the blood pool. Even she couldn’t justify that.

“Why can’t you just be a good girl?”
Catherine’s voice carried a touch of helplessness, but her hand showed no such mercy. “Do you really love going against Mommy that much?”
Degrienne stiffened at the word.

Mommy? This lunatic actually saw herself as some kind of mother figure?
What was worse—deep down inside, something warm stirred at the sound.
As if… as if part of her enjoyed being disciplined like this?

It has to be mental manipulation… Degrienne desperately tried to convince herself. Blood clans are masters of this kind of thing…
“Ah—nngh, g-gentler…”
As the punishment dragged on, she couldn’t hold back a moan, her voice laced with sobs. “Please forgive me… I swear it won’t happen again…”

Catherine delivered another dozen strikes before finally stopping.
Degrienne’s pale, tender backside was now tinged a deep crimson.
“Reflect on what you’ve done,” Catherine said coldly, picking up the discarded Gothic dress from the floor. “This is mine now.”

“Wait!” Degrienne reached out in a panic, only to grab empty air. “Then what am I supposed to wear?”
Catherine’s crimson lips curved in a faint smile. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”
With that, she turned and walked away.

Degrienne stared at her retreating figure, the deep red hem of Catherine’s dress trailing elegantly along the stone floor.
As the distance grew, darkness began creeping inward from all sides of the chamber. That twisted shadow—was it stirring in the corner again?
Call out to her? Don’t? The thought tugged her mind in opposite directions.
“Wa—”

The word caught in her throat.
Degrienne bit her lip, locked in inner turmoil—
Wouldn’t calling her back mean admitting she needed her? That wretched woman would be smug about it!

But just as Catherine’s hand touched the door handle, Degrienne couldn’t hold back anymore.
“W-Wait a second!”
Catherine turned with practiced grace, scarlet eyes gleaming with amusement. “What is it now? Don’t think this means you’re off the hook.”

“N-no… that’s not it…” Degrienne’s voice shrank as her cheeks flushed hot.
She lowered her head, silver hair falling forward to hide her burning face. “It’s just… could you… stay a little longer…”
The last few words were barely audible.

Catherine’s lips curled into the faintest smile.
Ah… what a delightful turn. The stubborn little kitten was finally starting to show her belly.
But…

“I’ll consider it once you’ve learned true obedience.”
Her tone turned frosty as she shut the door without looking back. “Good night, my little Degrienne.”
Click. The sound of the lock slid into place.

Degrienne collapsed to the floor like a deflated doll.
She stared dumbly at the closed door—then realized what she’d just said. Her face twisted in shame as she pounded the stone floor.
The darkness in the chamber returned, heavier than ever.

“Damn it! How could I…”
The silver-haired girl trembled with fury and humiliation.
What infuriated her most was that… when the door closed… she really did feel a pang of loss.

She’d finally mustered the courage to ask for something so humiliating—and got rejected?
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Her silver hair bristled with agitation. “F-fine! Don’t stay! I don’t care!”
She flopped onto the floor, curling up like a puffed-up little kitten.

In the darkness, she kept chanting to herself—
I don’t need that old witch… I absolutely don’t need her…
And slowly, exhaustion overcame her anger. Degrienne slipped into a deep sleep.

The dream came again.
That shadow—it had never left.
Even as she whispered lies to herself, the shadow remained exactly ten meters away, watching in silence.

What was worse—once she fell asleep, it moved.
Soundless. It drifted to her side. A skeletal hand clamped down on her slender throat—
Khhh… khhkkk…

In the dream, Degrienne struggled with all her might, but no words came out.
The face was blurred, indistinct—but those blood-red eyes gleamed in the dark, radiating a malice that pierced the soul.
Fear surged like a tidal wave, but then—something deeper exploded in her chest.

The last remnants of her Martial Emperor pride flared to life.
She kicked wildly—but her leg passed straight through the shadow’s body.
Even stranger—though the suffocation felt horrifyingly real, she hadn’t blacked out yet?

It’s a dream—this has to be a dream! she screamed inwardly.
As that thought crystallized, her eyes snapped open.
“Haaah!” She gasped, cold sweat soaking her back.

Before she could feel relief, every hair on her body stood on end.
The shadow was there.
Less than a meter in front of her.

It had been waiting.
“I-I’m not afraid of you!”
Degrienne forced herself to sound brave, but her voice trembled uncontrollably. “I belong to Catherine! If you touch me, she’ll make sure you beg for death!”

As soon as she said it, she wanted to laugh.
Since when had she started clinging to that vampire’s name to survive?
And what was she to Catherine, anyway? A pet? A blood slave?

Or something even worse?
The shadow hesitated—perhaps startled by the threat.
Just as Degrienne began to relax, [N O V E L I G H T] it lunged.

Its icy claw shot out like lightning, crushing her throat.
“Mmgh!” This time, the pain was real.
Fingernails dug into her skin. Her trachea burned. Her vision dimmed.

This isn’t a dream.
She clawed at the arm, her delicate fingers raking across it—grabbing only mist.
Her kicks met nothing. It was like trying to fight smoke.

Oxygen fled her lungs. Her sight faded to black. Her legs twitched violently.
A warm stream ran down her inner thigh, pooling beneath her.
Shame and agony blurred her mind. A Martial Emperor… reduced to pissing herself…

“Khh… kaff…” She coughed up blood, silver hair matted with cold sweat.
The strength she once took pride in—now couldn’t even preserve her dignity?
As her consciousness slipped away, the grip vanished.

She collapsed like a rag doll, gasping, throat aflame.
But before she could recover, a sharp kick slammed into her stomach.
“GUHH!” She was flung backward—

Only for the silver chain around her neck to yank her brutally back down.
The collar bit into her skin. Before she hit the floor, another kick landed.
“Khkk—guhh—” She curled up, dry-heaving blood.

The shadow seemed to revel in it, always stopping just short of making her pass out. Letting her recover. Then starting again.
Her vision blurred. All she could hear was the faint thud of her heart.
Another kick—her back slammed into a tall chair.

Something cracked in her spine.
“C-Cather…ine…”
She called the name silently in her mind, face soaked in blood.

In that moment, she didn’t know if she hated the vampire who had turned her into this…
Or if she was simply clinging to the one person who might still protect her.
Just as she was about to give up—

BOOM!
The chamber door exploded open.
A tall, blood-red figure flashed in like lightning and stood between them.

The scent of familiar roses swept away the stink of blood.
In Degrienne’s fading vision, that back looked towering… safe…
“My property—and you dare lay a hand on her?”

Catherine’s voice was cold as ice.
And somehow, it made Degrienne want to cry.