"Tch..."

Xueluo boredly tossed the corpse to the ground and dusted off her hands.

"What was that 'Impaler’s Triumph' stunt earlier? Are you Vlad III or something?"

[No...]

Guya’s voice whispered faintly in Xueluo’s mind.

[I just felt like shouting it, that’s all.]

"Why do all you vampires have edgy phases? Did living too long rot your brains? And is Vlad III even strong? Makes zero sense!"

"Hey! How dare you say the Archduke isn’t strong? Ever heard of the Great Ming Fox? He’s ridiculously OP!"

"Never heard of it. What language are you even speaking?"

Xueluo snapped back, then took a slight breath and lifted her hand before her eyes.

At that moment, the slender arm of a young girl came into view.

*So I really became a woman.*

She pressed her palm against her chest, squeezed a few times, then tilted her head up thoughtfully, gazing at the sky as if lost in contemplation.

[Enjoying my body, huh?~]

For some reason, the vampire in Xueluo’s head suddenly sounded giddy, chattering excitedly.

[Go on~ It’s only natural to be captivated by this divine form~ Feel free to keep touching~ This princess permits it~ After all...]

"Still no sensation."

[Huh?]

"Flat. And with you, you absolute moron, yapping in my skull, I can’t even enjoy what *should* be enjoyable."

*Thud!*

Something slammed hard inside Xueluo’s skull. She winced, pressing a hand to her forehead before muttering slowly,

"But seriously—what’s our situation now? If this was an Embrace... shouldn’t I just be a vampire?"

[Show some respect. Call yourself Blood Kin now that you are one.]

Guya huffed in displeasure.

[The core issue is you drank *my* blood. My body was beyond repair, so I transferred my soul and power into yours.]

A sigh echoed in Xueluo’s mind, making her shiver as if someone had blown cold air inside her skull.

[That’s why your body changed. You’ve... noticed the differences, I assume.]

*Yeah, no need to spell it out.*

Xueluo glanced down at her chest and sighed inexplicably.

[Hey! Are you seriously picking a fight with me?!]

"No. Just lamenting my tragic circumstances." She shrugged. "Finally became a girl, yet not even a hint of curves. Sigh~ What a cruel fate."

*What I wanted was... boobs that jiggle just from walking...*

Unbothered by Guya overhearing her fantasy, Xueluo shamelessly indulged the thought. Her innocent, doll-like face twisted into the lecherous grin of a middle-aged pervert.

*...feeling that heavy, heartwarming weight sway... the friction against fabric when not wearing a bra...*

[HEY! STOP RIGHT THERE! That’s NSFW! We’ll get banned! And wipe your drool! Also—DON’T MAKE *MY* FACE LOOK LIKE THAT! YOU’RE ASKING FOR A FIGHT, AREN’T YOU?!]

"Anyway," Xueluo wiped drool from her chin, ignoring Guya’s rage, "not that it matters—but what *are* you? You mentioned being a princess of the Reclusive Assembly, right?"

[...]

Unusually, Guya stayed silent for a long moment.

[None of your concern. I’ll tell you when the time comes.]

"Come on, give me *some* reassurance. At least tell me— I mean, I kinda want..."

*BUZZ!*

A piercing shriek tore through Xueluo’s mind before she could finish.

"What the—"

[GET OUT OF THERE, IDIOT!]

Guya’s voice screamed in her head.

"Huh? What are you—"

*BOOM!*

Black shadows materialized around her. Before Xueluo could react, several figures emerged from the darkness—vampires, unmistakably.

*What the hell? A vampire meetup?*

As panic flared in her mind, a male vampire stepped forward from the crowd. Golden hair streamed freely in the night wind. His right eye, crimson flecked with dark gold, held an eerie beauty. A silver chain traced his jawline, and crimson tassels adorned his right ear—an otherworldly allure, like moonlit petals stained with sorrow.

"Princess," he said smoothly, glancing at the dead priest on the ground. "We’ve arrived as promised. Seems you’ve been busy too."

"Not really. I’ve been quite idle, in every sense. Prefer to stay that way, actually. You see—"

*Ugh. I hate how whiny my voice sounds saying this.*

"—*whoa!*"

The male vampire strode right up to her, wrapped an arm around her waist, and leaned in close—close enough that his lips nearly brushed hers. With a flamboyant smirk, he purred,

"So, Princess... where is it?"

*HELP! SOMEONE SAVE ME! Vampire dad? Mom? Grandma? Given your age, grandma fits better... ANYONE! JUST SAVE ME!*

Xueluo’s mental screams echoed in vain. Only Guya’s weary sigh answered.

[That’s Lorath Vialidesil... Heir of House Vialidesil. Second family of the Reclusive Assembly.]

Another sigh.

[And... my fiancé.]

......