Hestia bit down hard on Mirena’s neck.

The sweet blood slowly flowed into her lips.

Truthfully, this was probably only the second time Hestia had drunk blood since her birth.

The first was during the ‘Contract’ ritual—

Unlike ordinary vampires, she could survive without blood as food.

She ate normal Elf cuisine without resistance.

As nobility, she had no need for a Blood Slave.

She likely deemed Elf blood too lowly.

She’d sampled some Elf blood before, but never formed Contracts with them.

That first sip—

Made her spit it out in disgust.

Their blood nauseated her more than human food ever could.

Yet—

After so long, she’d finally found blood that suited her.

Yes, this Elven Princess before her—

Only her blood offered that exquisite sweetness.

Hestia’s warm, damp breath brushed Mirena’s slender neck.

Mirena felt utterly uncomfortable. Being bitten there was unbearable.

If she had to be drained, why not the thigh?

Anywhere but the inner thigh would do.

A neck bite lacked even the relative comfort of a thigh bite.

Relatively speaking—it wasn’t exactly pleasant either way.

Honestly, giving blood was deeply unpleasant. Sharp stings lingered on her neck as it was sucked away.

Plus—

Mirena felt overwhelming shame.

Though outwardly a girl, inwardly she was male—still drawn to cute girls.

No matter how adorable or gentle this girl seemed,

She was an enemy. A foe Mirena had to defeat.

Golden hair, dry and radiant, spilled over Mirena’s cheek.

Ruby-red eyes glowed with vampiric crimson, fixed on her neck. Hestia’s petite frame pinned Mirena to the bed.

Trapped—

She should’ve gotten off by now.

Mirena counted the seconds as blood was drawn.

Yesterday, she’d stopped by this time.

But Hestia didn’t move away.

Mirena sensed danger instinctively.

She pushed against the Vampire pinning her down.

Yet Mirena’s feeble strength

Was less than a tickle to Hestia.

The scarlet liquid kept flowing from Mirena’s smooth neck.

“Stop! No more! It hurts!”

Mirena’s head already swam with dizziness.

The agony of blood loss spread through her body.

Helpless, she begged for mercy.

Hearing Mirena’s plea, Hestia understood.

Drinking further would break the balance.

A Blood Slave’s body was tuned for their master’s feeding.

Without daily blood intake, Withdrawal Reaction would hit—like an addict’s crash.

But overfeeding crippled a Blood Slave’s mobility.

Cases existed where masters drained slaves dry.

As Vampire nobility, Hestia could control her intake perfectly.

Yet she did this on purpose.

—Just to teach her a lesson.

She didn’t want Mirena dead. Only obedient.

Hestia finally pulled her fangs from Mirena’s neck and looked up.

The moment the teeth withdrew, Mirena burst into tears, terrified her life could end any second.

“You’re crying?”

“Sob… sob…”

“No crying! How can you be my Blood Slave if you can’t handle this?”

Hestia snapped harshly.

Mirena kept wiping tears, pitiful and trembling.

A strange urge stirred in Hestia—

The desire to thoroughly break this girl.

She’d found something she enjoyed.

Imagining Mirena’s inner resistance while obeying her commands…

Just the thought thrilled her.

“You’ll make a perfect slave. I never expected such a prize from the auction block. Rest well, Princess. I’m looking forward to tomorrow…”

Hestia lifted Mirena onto the bed.

Mirena shrank to the edge, trembling with fear.

She dreaded what “attending to her” might mean—further violations, perhaps *that*.

But Hestia did nothing more.

After feeding, she smiled contentedly, holding Mirena as she drifted into deep sleep.

Vampires were nocturnal, but Hestia was different.

Noble blood freed her from such limits.

Sunlight didn’t harm her. Crosses and garlic were useless.

Mirena had no way to weaken this invincible foe.

For Hestia, this night was the most peaceful in ages.

Her first true deep sleep.

Feeling the soft warmth in her arms, Hestia vowed—

She’d never let this one escape.