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

Darkness.
A darkness so thick it felt almost tangible, pressing in from all sides.
Even with her bloodkin night vision, Degrienne couldn’t make out the boundaries of the chamber—

The walls seemed to devour all light. Her eyes could only vaguely grasp at shifting, formless silhouettes.
Only one sound disturbed the silence: the constant glug-glug bubbling of the blood pool, like some enormous beast breathing just beneath the surface.
Degrienne stared at the giant pool, nausea rising in her gut.

How many girls had to die to fill that thing? A hundred? A thousand?
The fleeting tenderness Catherine sometimes showed her—how laughable it felt now.
A demon in human skin...

That thought had barely formed when, without warning, a memory surged to the surface.
Catherine pulling her into an embrace—her hand sinking into the softness of that full, naked chest.
Degrienne’s ears burned red. She shook her head violently.

“Tch…”
She yanked against the silver chain. It clinked coldly, mercilessly.
The lightning power in her body felt sealed away, her muscle strength reduced to barely a tenth of its full force.

Her arms, once capable of lifting fifteen hundred pounds, couldn’t even stretch the chain taut—let alone break it.
This material…
She switched tactics, trying to drag the high-backed chair instead. But the legs felt rooted to the floor—as if fused to the very stone.

She kicked against the ground, straining so hard the collar chafed her neck raw and bloody—yet the chair didn’t budge an inch.
Eventually, she slumped back in defeat, her silver hair plastered to her cheeks with cold sweat.
Time lost all meaning in the dark.
Degrienne sat motionless in the chair, the cold of the chain indistinguishable from the warmth of her own skin now.

An hour must have passed… or maybe just minutes?
In this darkness that swallowed everything, even the sound of her breathing felt offensively loud.
At least… I’m not being punished.

The moment the thought crossed her mind, she realized how pathetic it was—to be grateful for solitary confinement.
But compared to getting spanked over Catherine’s lap—
Or being drained to the point of collapse in front of the entire maid staff—being alone wasn’t so bad.

They’re probably laughing at me…
She imagined Veronica’s gentle smile as she held a discipline rod. Isabella’s unreadable eyes. The other maids giggling behind their hands.
Degrienne buried her face in her knees, silver hair falling forward to hide her burning ears.

That damn hag—she never gives me a shred of dignity!
Suddenly, the blood pool let out a wet blorp—startling her upright.
“Wait—why am I even scared?” Degrienne muttered, forcing herself to stay calm.

Think about it: Catherine wouldn’t actually hurt her—not seriously.
Even back when the gargoyles almost tore her apart, didn’t that woman come rushing to the rescue?
All her punishments were just… spankings. Or maybe—

Her thoughts stalled.
Fragments flickered in the dark: clinging to Catherine’s chest while unconscious, cheek pressed against that softness, instinctively seeking something.
Was it blood… or…?

“Uugh…”
Degrienne suddenly tightened the silver chain around her own wrist, the pain snapping the shameful images away.
She was Chu Zhao—once the Martial Emperor of Blue Star, protector of billions! And now she was blushing over… vampire tit-sucking?

Disgraceful. Utter disgrace!
She bashed her head backward into the chair, like she could knock the instincts right out of herself.
But the harder she tried to resist, the sharper the memories became.

The tremble in her neck when Catherine’s fingers slid over it. The strange pleasure mixed with pain when those fangs pierced her skin. Being pinned down on the—
Smack!
Degrienne slapped herself across the face.

Her cheek burned, but the dangerous spiral finally stopped.
Time slithered on in the dark. Sluggish. Shapeless.
She thought about everything she could think of—over and over. From adjustments to her Lightning Induction Body Tempering Technique, to idle gossip among the castle’s maids, all the way to remembering the taste of Blue Star’s cola.

That old vampire hag… she wouldn’t seriously leave me here forever, right?
The thought made her chest seize up.
She always said she’d kill Catherine someday—but the idea of being trapped here, in eternal darkness, made her fingers tremble.

She forced herself to stay optimistic—
This is probably just another punishment game. Like when she broke my legs last time. In a few days, she’ll—
Degrienne froze.

Wait. Did I just look forward to her coming?
Her ears burned again. She curled into a ball like a shamed kitten.
“N-No one wants to see her!” she hissed at the empty air. Her voice echoed in the chamber, sounding hollow and ridiculous.

Eventually, too bored to care anymore, she lay flat on the cold floor.
The stone chilled her face. Her silver hair fanned out beneath her.
And soon—out of sheer exhaustion—she drifted off to sleep, curled up in a tiny ball, a tiny trail of drool at the corner of her mouth.

What she didn’t know was…
Out in the corridor, Catherine was watching everything through a scrying spell.
“You really are my little thing,” she chuckled softly. “Even your sleeping face is adorable.”

She glanced at her fingertips, where it felt like a trace of Degrienne’s warmth still lingered.
“Let’s hope you learn something from this…”
Before the words even finished leaving her lips, a shadow behind her shifted—and {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} Isabella emerged.

The dark-haired maid dropped to one knee. Her voice, as always, was cool and composed. “Lady Catherine. Miss Degrienne is missing.”
The air froze.
A pressure crashed down like a mountain. Isabella’s bones creaked audibly beneath it.

She clenched her jaw, cold sweat pouring down her back.
“Stand. Up.” Catherine’s voice dripped with ice—each word a blade.
Isabella rose, rigid and obedient—just in time for the backhand.

Smack!
Her head snapped to the side. Finger-shaped welts bloomed across her pale cheek. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.
“She’s with me.”

Catherine shook her wrist like it stung. “Next time you lose track of her…”
She leaned in, whispering into Isabella’s ear.
“…don’t bother coming back.”

“Yes,” Isabella replied without a flinch. Her expression didn’t change—as if the slap hadn’t happened.
Suddenly, Catherine hooked an arm around her waist and yanked her close.
Her cold fingers swept aside Isabella’s black hair. Without hesitation, her fangs plunged into the maid’s throat.

“Ngh…”
Isabella’s body stiffened—but her stance remained perfect.
Catherine’s scarlet eyes narrowed. She swallowed once, then pulled away with a scowl.

“Still disgusting.”
She licked the blood from her lips and transformed into a cloud of bats.
“I’m going back to sleep. Don’t bother me before dinner.”

The bats scattered.
Only then did Isabella raise a hand to wipe the blood from her neck.
Her dark red eyes drifted toward the sealed chamber.

She let out a breath so faint, it was barely there. “…Understood.”
Inside the chamber—
Degrienne rubbed her eyes blearily, hair sticking out in messy tufts from sleep.

She glanced upward out of habit. She couldn’t see anything, of course—only endless, heavy black—but her bloodkin instincts told her it was night.
“Haaah…”
She yawned deeply, gaze wandering to the sealed door.

She wanted to leave.
But she couldn’t.
Oh well… at least there’s this.

She summoned the system interface. A crimson light screen bloomed in the darkness:
【Desire Points】: 35 (Still Increasing)
Her lips twitched into a faint smile.

Slow, but better than nothing.
She resisted the urge to spend them right away.
Boosting her power now would draw attention—Catherine would notice in an instant.

And then she’d accuse her of trying to escape again… and humiliate her.
Which… wasn’t entirely wrong.
Better to save up for a big one.

One day—she’d blast straight into Grandmaster realm. Let’s see that old hag try to—
“Nngh…”
The vengeful fantasy snapped in half.

Only now did Degrienne realize—she’d been clutching the silver chain so tightly, her knuckles had gone white.
She slowly opened her hand.
The silence in the room crashed down like a wave. She could hear every beat of her heart.

Too quiet…
She hugged her knees tight and buried her face in her arms.
At that moment, all her thoughts of revenge, of power, of strategy—faded into the distance.

All that remained… was one small, simple wish:
If only someone would say something… anything…
As if answering her plea—

Creaaaak…
The door opened.