"Someone else?"

A scornful laugh came from behind her—the Bloodkin Prince’s. "Humans will only treat you like a pet to tame. You’ll learn nothing from them."

"Did you sneak here in the dead of night just to say this? I’m warning you—keep your hands off me. Move again, and I’ll scream for help!"

"Go ahead. No one will hear you, no matter how sweetly you cry."

Ouyang gulped nervously, terrified of reliving that hotel incident where she’d lost her innocence.

She couldn’t repeat that mistake. Ouyang decided to cautiously obey him.

"Husband or master—pick one. Say it, and I’ll release you."

"Pervert! I won’t call you either… Get your hands off me now!"

The Bloodkin Prince’s icy arm slid gently around her waist. Terrified, Ouyang slightly parted her lips and whispered two tight words.

"Master…"

"You forgot something to wear."

From the corner of her eye, Ouyang saw the Bloodkin Prince fasten a black collar around her neck.

Now, the look of his exclusive little maid was perfectly complete.

"You’ll make it clear your master is only me. Understood?"

A tingling pain shot through her sensitive ear. His hand, resting on her hips, slid slowly to her waist and pinched hard. His voice turned stern. "Call any human ‘master,’ and I’ll kill them."

"Okay, okay—I get it. I said what you wanted. Now teach me Blood Clan abilities."

"Not ‘your.’ ‘Our.’"

The Bloodkin Prince chuckled softly, explaining earnestly, "To control someone, first lock eyes. Strength decides dominance. I felt your wish to pin me down—but you’re far weaker. Give up."

"Tch…"

Ouyang clicked her tongue, scowling. "Bloodkin aren’t born strong. You weren’t a powerhouse from day one, right?"

"True."

He answered gently, "Every Mosterian has unique power. Drinking their blood strengthens you. Human blood? Useless."

Sighing at his clansmen’s foolishness, he added, "Worse—it gives you diarrhea if they’re sickly."

"Ugh…"

"To master Bloodkin power, return to Zero District with me. I’ll teach you control. Not stay here as a human lab rat."

His voice held a trace of anger—he clearly despised humans.

Ouyang blinked. Since her transformation, she hadn’t used her four tiny fangs to drink blood. She hadn’t eaten in ages but felt no hunger.

This body saved her food bills.

Then she realized—a powerful Mosterian stood right before her.

Ouyang’s eyes lit up. She turned to the Bloodkin Prince behind her, feigning sorrow and anger. "You’ve taken advantage of me, turned me non-human… Don’t you owe me compensation?"

"You circled around just to drink my blood? Fine. I’ll satisfy you."

He bit his right finger, offering it before her eyes with a pleased smirk. "My blood. Drink."

"This is just licking! I want more—I’ll drain you dry!"

He’d bitten her neck before, yet now offered only a pea-sized drop. Ouyang glared at it, grumbling, "Not even enough to fill a tooth gap!"

"One drop holds dozens of times your strength. I fear you can’t handle more."

"Hmph. I don’t believe it…"

His bloody fingertip swayed gently. "Try it. Or don’t."

"Wait! Let me taste~"

Flushed, Ouyang nervously parted her lips. She extended her tongue tip, shamefully swallowing the drop.

It tasted like ordinary blood.

Seconds later, a fireball surged through her body, rolling violently. Agony gripped her.

Ouyang panted, sweat beading on her brow. "What is this?! Is this blood? Why do I feel so awful?"

Too late to spit it out. She wanted to rip off her maid dress and dive into ice water.

"This is the power you craved."

Anything to stop the heat.

Suffering, Ouyang felt his icy fingers unzip her dress from the nape. He peeled off the hindering gown, pressing her overheated back to his chest to cool her skin.

"Better?"

Her mind numb from heat, she didn’t resist. It worked better than water.

He turned off the lights, cradling her against his chest. Seeing her pain, he asked, "Still crave power?"

Dizzy, Ouyang shook her head fiercely in his arms. She’d never endure that burning again.

Dawn broke after a night of passion. An alarm clock blared, waking groggy Ouyang. Rubbing her sore waist, she rose slowly—the guy beside her was gone.

He’d drained her all night under the excuse: "Dispelling your heat benefits you…"

He really ate his fill and left without a word. Annoying.

Ouyang blinked awake. The view beyond her door looked strange—she saw through walls to the hallway.

Even sitting on the bed, head down, her sight pierced concrete. Below, a couple cuddled in their room. She squeezed her eyes shut, then opened them—the scene remained.

Ouyang blinked in disbelief. "Is this my ability!?"

But what good is it!?