From head to toe.

At last, as Mefia wished, the pitiful Vampire Lolita was stripped completely bare, standing naked before her.

Though Mefia’s recent words had lessened Avril’s resistance slightly, she was far from willing.

But resisting? She absolutely dared not.

In their brief day together, Avril’s fragile trust in Mefia had already shattered.

That single ‘punishment’ alone had crushed any hope of pleading for mercy.

All that remained was obedience born of fear.

Still, Mefia’s words weren’t without effect—they stirred memories of her mother bathing her as a child.

Thoughts like *Master is a girl too, it’s fine…* drifted through her mind, unaccepted but present.

Vampires and humans alike, when trapped, seek self-comfort.

Even if they doubt it, they cling to the possibility.

Avril, young and unknowing, acted on instinct—not learned, but innate.

Call it self-deception, or perhaps… Stockholm Syndrome.

From resistance to now, Mefia’s mix of comfort and threat had calmed Avril.

The adorable Vampire Princess revealed her fair body to an outsider for the first time.

Her father, fearing human-world dangers, had delayed teaching her survival skills and common sense until she was older.

So Avril had only a hazy grasp of modesty.

She didn’t understand that this ‘Master’, though female, was still dangerous to her.

Of course, powerless to resist, understanding wouldn’t have mattered.

Her parents’ sheltering was protection—just not against this accident.

“Eep…”

Startled by sudden warmth against her skin, Avril lost her balance and clung to Mefia.

Her snow-white skin was smooth and flawless, no wrinkles or blemishes.

Slender arms, delicate calves.

Tiny feet fit for one hand, a boneless figure—truly, as a Bloodkin famed for beauty, Avril was the most perfect girl Mefia had ever seen.

Outsiders might see only a budding beauty in this underdeveloped Vampire Lolita.

But Mefia—Lor Empire princess, the King’s pride, noble youths’ dream goddess, and Maid Lorin’s “pervert”—had never favored slaves older or better-built than herself.

Perhaps she disliked rivals, or simply preferred this type. Either way, Avril’s lolita frame pleased her.

And so—the woman who’d just ‘lectured’ Avril with stern reason now couldn’t resist fondling the Vampire Lolita before her.

Mefia, who scorned Lor Empire nobles for toying with slaves, was no exception.

Still, she wouldn’t force harsh methods. Avril was a rare delicacy, not to be devoured whole.

No plans to claim her here. But collecting a little interest? Permissible.

Without warning, ignoring the child’s feelings, Mefia lifted Avril up.

“M-Master…”

Startled, Avril pressed close instinctively, gripping Mefia’s back.

Her whole body clung tight.

Crimson crystal eyes watched Mefia with wary fear.

No distance between them—Mefia wore no court robes for bathing.

Warmth. Coolness.

Two stark sensations: the Bloodkin felt Mefia’s heat as near-scalding fire.

“It’s fine~”

Mefia carried her to the bath, placing her on white non-slip tiles.

Exploiting the child’s innocence, she groped freely.

Avril’s face was jade-carved perfection; her body, immaculate and unmarked.

Only flaw? Her cool skin.

Summer cuddles would soothe, but winter bed-warming?

After barely a day, Mefia already pictured Avril warming her sheets nightly.

*Hmph? What’s wrong?* As Lor Empire heir, indulging in noble luxury was her right.

Avril was her property—consent irrelevant.

“Pat~”

Mefia lightly slapped the small bottom. “Go on in?”

Avril stared at the steaming, rippling water, shrinking back.

Heat washed over her.

But with Mefia beside her, she dipped a tender foot—

Scalding!

The young Vampire Princess feared danger instinctively.

Especially when Mefia demanded it.

What image did Mefia hold in her heart?

Hmm… certainly not a kind one.

“What’s wrong?” Mefia chuckled.

“Hot… the w-water’s too hot, Master.”

The steam choked her; Mefia’s presence alone felt hotter than the water.

“It’s fine. You’ll adjust.”

Mefia wouldn’t allow refusal now—she yanked Avril toward the bath.

“No! I won’t!”

“So hot, really hot!”

“I’ll burn to death~”

Gurgling steam radiated terror in Avril’s trembling voice.

She shook her head fiercely, rooted to the tiles.

For a moment, she forgot Mefia’s words entirely.

Fear of heat was one thing; the other was Mefia’s utter lack of safety.

Avril’s mind screamed: *She wants to hurt me.*

—Distrust.

Unspoken, yet clear even through Avril’s pitiful gaze.

Mefia sensed it keenly.

No surprise—they’d met a day ago, and the Collar’s punishment lingered.

Look at that fearful expression.

Mefia felt Avril’s cool palm, eyes sweeping her body.

She turned toward the bathroom door with a soft sigh.

“Alright.”

“Lorin!”

“The water’s too hot. Add cold water.”

A simple request—easily granted.