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

Under the moonlight.
The courtyard was silent.

Veronica stood still beside the round table covered with lace cloth. The silver-haired head maid gave a slight curtsey.
“Master. Young Mistress. The desserts are ready.”
Degrienne was placed in a carved chair, staring in confusion at the spread of exquisite sweets on the table.

…This was it? They were testing her obedience with food?
She scoffed inwardly. This level of “trial” was practically child’s play.
After all the torment in that chamber, she’d long since resolved to take the path of surface-level obedience—

As long as the demands weren’t too outrageous, what harm was there in temporary submission?
“Ah—”
Degrienne opened her mouth on her own, obediently waiting to be fed—so sweet and well-behaved it was almost unnatural.

Catherine suddenly laughed and flicked her forehead with a snap of her fingers.
“Who said I was going to feed you?”
The Vampire Princess gracefully picked up a silver dessert fork, dipped its tip lightly in cream, and slowly brought it in front of Degrienne.
“Lick it clean.”
Degrienne’s pupils shrank slightly. Was she being treated like a cat?

Her hand unconsciously gripped her skirt, but she forced herself to relax.
It’s just licking a fork…
She lowered her eyes, and her soft pink tongue cautiously extended to touch the cold silver prongs.

“Mmm…”
Catherine let out a satisfied sigh, watching that nimble tongue coil and slide across the fork.
It glided gently over the teeth, circled around the polished metal surface, and swept up the cream bit by bit.

“Very good~” Catherine’s voice dropped, slightly husky. “Your tongue… feels wonderful.”
Degrienne’s ears went crimson in an instant, and she nearly bit the metal.
What the hell was this old witch trying to imply!?
She sped up, eager to end this humiliating “performance.”

But just when she thought the ordeal was over, Catherine leisurely picked up the entire cream dish and placed it in front of her.
“Keep going.”
Degrienne froze.

This wasn’t being treated like a cat anymore—
This was how you treated a dog.
She suddenly remembered the golden retriever she had as a child, happily licking a dish just like this…
“What? Don’t want to?” Catherine narrowed her red eyes and tapped the edge of the plate with the fork.

The silver-haired girl took a deep breath and slowly leaned in toward the delicate porcelain.
Under the moonlight, her pupils trembled faintly. Her pink tongue tentatively touched the plate.
The sweet, greasy scent of cream filled her nose. Her tongue moved mechanically over the surface, but a storm raged within.

What the hell was she doing?
Was survival worth debasing herself this far?
…Heh. Maybe before, she’d have thought that way.

But now—she understood.
This wasn’t debasement.
This was strategic forbearance.
Every humiliation was a stockpiled Desire Point.
Every moment of submission was fuel for the future—the day she would cut down every last one of these vampires with her own hands.

I—Chu Zhao, am walking the path of glorious revenge…
She shouted the words in her heart, and suddenly, her tongue moved with renewed confidence.
Shame? Dignity?
This was just the road every future Martial Emperor had to crawl.

When her power returned, people like Catherine would be toys in her hands.
She would still be the hero of Blue Star. Still the revered Martial Emperor.
That thought filled her chest with pride. Her licking became even more fervent.

Her agile tongue swept across the dish’s rim, even deliberately lingering on the floral carvings to scoop up every last smear of cream.
“Hehe… What a greedy little thing…”
Catherine’s blood-colored eyes curved into a smile. She tapped Degrienne’s nose.
“Even the plate? You just had to lick it spotless?”

Veronica maintained her elegant smile, hands folded neatly in front of her.
Watching Degrienne “earnestly eating,” a look of satisfaction glinted in her eyes.
Young Mistress is finally learning to behave… she thought quietly, and the arc of her lips softened even more.
To Veronica, the interaction between Lady Catherine and Degrienne looked warm—like the perfect picture.

But Degrienne had no idea what the head maid was thinking.
She was still immersed in her fantasy of vengeance.
Even when her tongue picked up the final trace of cream, she subconsciously licked the corner of her /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ lips.
The innocent little gesture deepened Veronica’s smile even further.

Catherine’s red lips curled slightly. She brushed her fingers along Degrienne’s cheek.
“Well done.”
Her tone carried clear satisfaction—she was in a very good mood.
“You were such a good girl today, I have to reward my little Degrienne.”

She turned her head toward Veronica.
“Prepare hot water. I’ll wash her cute little bottom myself later.”
Degrienne immediately exploded.
“W-Who said you could wash that!?”
Veronica curtsied and left with elegance. Catherine, meanwhile, pinched Degrienne’s burning red cheek.
“It’s a reward. A special gift for obedient children.”

Her fingers traced the heated shell of Degrienne’s ear.
“Or would you rather… go back to the chamber?”
Degrienne froze, gritted her teeth, and lowered her head in reluctant submission.
It’s fine… This was just another ordeal she had to endure for the sake of vengeance.

Once she regained her strength as Martial Emperor, this wouldn’t be a shameful past—
It would be her proof of perseverance.
Catherine sipped her tea gracefully, then teleported them both into the misty, steam-filled bathroom.
Veronica had already prepared everything and stood waiting beside the tub.

“Undress me first.” Catherine stretched out her arms lazily.
Veronica expertly loosened the ties of her deep red gown, baring her snow-white skin.
Degrienne turned her face away—but then she heard Catherine order:

“Now undress the little one.”
The moment Veronica’s hands reached for her collar, Degrienne recoiled like she’d been shocked.
“I-I’ll do it myself!”
“Nope.”

Catherine had already slid into the tub, beckoning with a curl of her finger.
“It’s a necessary part of the bath routine.”
Degrienne wanted to die from shame, but in the end, she let Veronica strip her piece by piece.
When the last piece of undergarment slipped off, she instinctively hugged herself—
Only for Catherine to yank her directly into the tub.

“Be good. Turn around.” Catherine took the towel from Veronica and forced Degrienne into a corner of the tub.
In the warm water, Degrienne found herself pinned under Catherine’s arm. She had no choice but to let the woman scrub her bottom with the towel.
“Mmgh…”

She buried her face into the water and blew bubbles—until she heard Veronica laughing quietly.
Looking up, she caught the maid waving farewell at her.
That smile clearly said: Enjoy yourself.
To her own surprise, Degrienne was unusually cooperative throughout the entire process.

Catherine, thrilled, realized that the former human Martial Emperor who once would rather die than bend—
Was now as docile as a kitten in her arms.
The thrill of conquest made her fingertips tremble—
What was more satisfying than taming a wild beast?

“Master,” Veronica said gently from the doorway, “only one week left before the banquet. The etiquette training…”
Catherine’s fingers paused, her eyes narrowing. “Yes… it’s time.”
She looked down at the obedient girl in her arms with a dangerous smile.

The progress from the past few days had been excellent.
Her little pet had learned to retract her claws—
But it wasn’t nearly enough.
At the banquet, all thirteen Vampire Princes would gather.
If anyone noticed she couldn’t even perform basic blood clan etiquette…

“Listen closely.”
Catherine suddenly grabbed Degrienne’s chin and forced her to look up.
“If you dare mess up at the banquet…”
Her fingertip slid from Degrienne’s throat to her collar, giving it a slight tug.
“I’ll give you a punishment even more exciting than the chamber~”

“…Yes.” Degrienne answered with a tremble—then immediately shot a glare at Veronica.
That damn head maid—she had to be doing this on purpose!
“Then let’s begin~”

Catherine’s fingertip traced slowly along the girl’s outline, stopping beneath her chin.
“We’ll start with the basics—how to stand.”
“This time… you’d better learn properly. I’ll be training you myself~”