"Are you going to sell me off...?"

The poor Vampire Lolita gazed anxiously at her Master’s face. Her beautiful blue eyes shimmered with urgency, desperate for an answer.

She didn’t know what fate awaited her.

"Sell you off?"

Mefia froze.

She hadn’t expected the little one’s lively mind to wander to such a strange idea.

Why would she sell Avril?

She’d worked so hard to get her.

Of course not!

The thought nearly slipped out, but seeing the little one’s worried expression, she paused.

Could she use this chance to get closer to Avril?

Truthfully, the inexperienced Vampire Lolita had no idea of her own worth.

Nor did she know how many gold coins Mefia had spent to buy her.

"Who knows~"

"That depends on whether you can be a good little Pet~"

Watching Avril’s confused, uneasy look, Mefia felt like teasing her.

But Avril barely understood ‘Slave’—this might not even scare her.

Mefia wanted her to obediently compromise on everything, willingly giving all to her Master.

"W-what do I have to do...?"

The little girl bit her lip. Her sapphire-blue eyes clouded with tears again.

An easily frightened child, hearing something incomprehensible from her ‘scary’ Master, naturally grew afraid.

"Hmm, well~"

"We’ll talk later."

"It’s getting late."

Seeing Avril on the verge of tears, Mefia wisely dropped the subject.

Not that she cared deeply for the Vampire Lolita—just that calming her again would be troublesome.

Mefia didn’t want to be Avril’s villain.

She wanted to be the Master Avril would willingly surrender to.

She needed to pace the training.

Today, teaching ‘Master’ and ‘Slave’ was enough.

"Sigh..."

Mefia sighed quietly, feeling helpless.

How were the little one’s tear ducts so sensitive?

A ‘fierce’ blood-sucking vampire in books, yet so timid—crying multiple times already.

But then again.

Vampires had stronger bodies, different physiology, but were still intelligent beings.

A girl kept indoors, never seeing the world, had no defense against fear but tears.

"..."

Her Master didn’t answer. Avril didn’t dare ask.

She stood obediently before her, head bowed, staring blankly.

"Sit. Master will put on your shoes."

Mefia placed a small stool under Avril, softening her voice to avoid upsetting her.

"Mm..."

Avril sat obediently, her white dress covering her thighs. Mefia crouched, grasping the little one’s fair feet.

"I’ve never cared for anyone like this~"

"Strangers might think I bought a little empress."

Mefia teased, a hint of complaint in her tone.

But her hands didn’t stop.

After all, it was her choice.

Her intentions weren’t pure.

Like a teen boy courting a crush, her attentiveness served a goal.

One sought legal means.

The other sought Avril’s willing surrender.

Mefia’s success was near certain.

A naive girl like Avril was rare. Plus, the Collar around her neck couldn’t be removed without permission.

Escape was impossible. Success was only a matter of time.

Failure meant losing Avril’s heart—but the girl wouldn’t run.

"Mmm..."

Avril seemed to want to reply but stayed silent.

Mefia squeezed the soft, snow-white feet, fascinated by every inch of the little one.

Power let perverts act without restraint.

Playing with this innocent Vampire Lolita, pure as blank paper, gave her a thrill of defiling purity.

"Done."

Mefia put on white over-the-knee socks matching the dress, and blue Melulu shoes.

She stood, satisfied.

"Master."

A crisp voice sounded behind her—naturally not Avril.

Lorin walked over gracefully, glancing at the perfectly groomed Avril.

She turned to Mefia.

"Princess Lucy is here."

"She wants to see you."

As she spoke, Lorin stole another look at Avril.

The little one truly was like a young fairy, captivating.

Lorin lacked Mefia’s ‘perverted’ tastes, but beauty drew anyone’s gaze.

Much cuter than Her Highness as a child.

She almost teased it—but now wasn’t the time.

"Why is she here?"

"Don’t let her in!"

Mefia frowned, her good mood instantly ruined.

"Too late, Master."

"She’s probably downstairs already."

Lorin stayed calm. The Grand Princess’s feud with her sister wasn’t new.

Honestly, with their bad relationship, Lucy rarely visited.

"What!"

Mefia’s face paled slightly, panic flashing in her eyes.

She glanced at Avril, then decided quickly.

"Take her to the basement first."

"I’ll see what that fool wants."

Mefia snapped impatiently, leaving Avril behind as she strode out of the bathroom.