"Mmm... Hmm... Pfft..." These strange muffled sounds came from Rebecca, her face covered by a towel.

Just moments ago, everyone had wanted to "taste" Rebecca. Except for Anna, all had nibbled and licked her rosy cheeks repeatedly. Especially that idiot Carina—she’d practically flicked her tongue, splattering drool all over Rebecca’s face. Infuriating!

Gentle nibbles and licks from cute girls are lovely~ but never mix in a weirdo like Carina. She had good genes, looking much like her sister Anna—beautiful, yes. Yet her dumb reactions were too much for Rebecca. Imagine this: a pretty girl letting out a creepy "Heh heh heh heh heh" laugh, wearing a zombie-like grin as she crawled on you, tongue outstretched to smear drool everywhere. Chilling, right?

Laura, meanwhile, cuddled Rebecca affectionately, gently biting her cheeks and planting soft kisses. Kami watched with a teasing smile, dodging Rebecca’s frantic movements while tickling her sensitive spots. When Rebecca twisted in loud laughter, Kami’s crimson lips brushed her earlobe or the corner of her eye. See? This is how cute girls should play! Carina, though... honestly, Rebecca felt she was just a gorilla in a girl’s body.

"These people really went too far bullying you," Anna said, wiping Rebecca’s drool-covered face. "Look at your messy hair..." She then picked up a comb, carefully brushing the tangles.

After "ravaging" Rebecca to their heart’s content, everyone left satisfied. Only gentle Anna stayed to tidy her up.

"Sigh... Don’t be like me," Anna murmured earnestly, combing Rebecca’s hair. "Being too meek invites bullying. I’m stupid—I know I should fight back, but I freeze at critical moments. Don’t copy me. Next time, jump up and hit them, okay?"

Though they hadn’t known each other long, Rebecca knew Anna was quiet and ladylike at home—unlike hyperactive Carina. Hearing this, Rebecca realized Anna had her own worries. Was someone bullying her too?

"Oh dear! Carina’s drool’s in your hair too!" Anna exclaimed. "I’ll fetch water." Such a small task could’ve been left to servants, but Anna did it herself—clearly caring deeply and wanting to bond.

"That damn Carina..." Rebecca held her hands out hesitantly, wanting to touch the drool but afraid to, looking conflicted.

Soon, Anna returned, dampening a towel to wipe Rebecca’s hair. Suddenly, Rebecca felt warm, moist breath on her neck.

"Hm?" Rebecca froze, turning to see Anna bent over, mouth pressed to her neck—as if about to kiss.

"Don’t move. Your hair isn’t clean yet~" Anna smiled slightly.

Rebecca narrowed her eyes, a sly grin spreading. "Of course I know... my hair’s messy... and I also know—" She suddenly grabbed Anna’s neck. "You’re not Anna!"

The imposter struggled, then magical ripples distorted her form, fading to reveal her true face.

"Hm? It’s... you?" Rebecca recognized her—the Blood Clan lady from the forest, whose coffin had been stolen.

"Cough cough cough..." The girl choked violently.

Rebecca loosened her grip slightly, frowning coldly. "What did you do to Anna?"

"She’s... fine. I just knocked her out..."

"Hmph!" Rebecca threw her to the ground.

"My lord~~~ I’ve finally found you~~~" the Blood Clan lady cried.

"Stand still. Who told you to move?" Rebecca glared.

The girl froze obediently.

"What were you trying to do? Hm?" Rebecca pressed coldly.

"I... I..."

"Trying to... suck my blood?" Rebecca’s voice turned icy.

"Thud!" The girl knelt, prostrating herself. "I’m sorry! Your scent is so intoxicating—I couldn’t resist..."

Rebecca sighed helplessly. She knew her noble Demon Race blood was fatally alluring to Blood Clan members. They craved it but rarely dared force it.

"I’ve no time for you. Get lost." She pointed to the window.

"My lord, I was wrong! Let me stay—I’ll do anything! Just a tiny bit of blood, please?" the girl begged.

This time, Rebecca showed no mercy. She unleashed a high-level dark aura, glaring fiercely.

The girl trembled under the pressure, cold sweat beading on her forehead, unable to rise.

"Get out!" Rebecca had no patience. Outside, she might’ve offered kindness—like last time’s lap pillow. But this was the Ruta Family estate, her most vital human-world sanctuary. She couldn’t risk it. Grabbing the girl, she hurled her out the window.

Mid-air, the girl transformed into a blood-red bat, gazing longingly back. One more glare from Rebecca sent her fleeing.

"What a hassle..." Rebecca muttered, stepping into the hallway. She found Anna unconscious, carried her back to bed, and tucked her in. "Hmm... whatever. Let’s sleep together~" Climbing in, she pulled the blanket over them both.

A wonderful night??