Her entire body throbbed with an unbearable ache, sharp yet itchy.

Every vein carrying blood pulsed with this sensation.

Especially the two spots Hestia had bitten—her neck and thigh—felt as if hundreds of ants were gnawing beneath her skin.

"M-Master... Mirena... is willing... P-please let me serve you..."

Face flushed crimson, Mirena forced the words out through gritted teeth. She pushed herself off the bed, ignoring the pain, and knelt on the icy floor.

Only when Hestia heard Mirena’s voice and felt the faint weight lift from the mattress did she lazily sit up.

"Go ahead. Remember—even my foot is nobler than you, filthy Elf."

Humiliation burned through Mirena’s chest at the insult.

Her small hands trembled as she reached out to cradle that delicate foot.

*No choice. Endure this, or suffer worse.*

In that moment, pride meant nothing.

Just easing this damned Withdrawal Reaction—even slightly—would be bliss.

Anything she did now was merely enduring humiliation for future vengeance.

*One day... I’ll make her repay this a thousandfold. Let her taste this shame.*

"Come now, lowly Vampire," Hestia purred down at the kneeling girl, watching her bow her head. A cruel smile curled her lips.

*Ah, fantasies are sweet—but reality?*

Mirena lowered her head in shame and pressed her lips to the soft, boneless arch of Hestia’s foot.

*Not as awful as I feared—*

She refused to dwell on the sensation.

This wasn’t desire.

If it were, she wouldn’t have pulled away after one chaste kiss, tears welling in her eyes.

Still... the foot was undeniably beautiful.

Pink, translucent toenails, utterly pristine. Perfectly shaped.

Immaculate skin carried a faint, sweet osmanthus fragrance to her nose.

"Hmm? And your oath of loyalty, little Elf?" Hestia’s voice cut through Mirena’s thoughts.

"W-what oath?"

"Playing dumb? The vow to your Master. Recite it."

Mirena remembered then—these Vampires, who claimed superiority over all life, craved such words.

So she gave Hestia exactly what she wanted to hear.

"Noble Master Hestia... this lowly Blood Slave, Mirena, swears eternal loyalty. I offer my blood to you anytime, anywhere. P-please... drink from me."

"Hah! Quick to learn. Truly, filthy Elvenfolk blood runs in your veins. Princess or pet—you’ll always be a pet. But... it *is* an honor that your blood serves me, Princess Mirena."

Suddenly, Hestia yanked her foot from Mirena’s grasp.

Mirena froze on her knees, dumbstruck—like a child whose toy had been snatched away.

"I-It’s... my honor... S-so... p-please... drink... Master..." she whispered, hollow-eyed. She was crumbling.

Her words dissolved into incoherent pleas.

Hestia understood. She placed a hand on the plush bed beside her and commanded the kneeling girl:

"Since you beg so desperately... come here, Blood Slave Mirena. Offer your blood."

"Yes! Master—"

The moment Mirena heard those words—*relief from the Withdrawal Reaction*—

Her eyes lit up with stars.

She sprang up and scrambled onto the bed beside Hestia.

She’d do *anything* to end this torment.

Like a drug addict craving their next fix, she burned with feverish need.

*Give me the poison, and I’ll give you my soul.*

But this addiction wasn’t her choice. Vampire fangs carried a virus that bred craving for being drained.

*Or so I suspect,* Mirena thought bitterly. *The game’s unfinished. Our data’s fragmented. Who knows the truth?*

Hestia slowly leaned in. Her tongue traced slow, wet paths over Mirena’s smooth neck.

Her saliva seemed to numb the skin—

A tingling numbness spread where her tongue touched.

"M-Master..." Mirena gasped, face burning.

*This... licking... it’s too intimate.*

*Just bite me already. End this torture.*

Hestia ignored her shyness.

She fixated on the elegant blue vein pulsing beneath Mirena’s skin.

Her tongue teased it gently—

Like a predator savoring its prey.

Then, Hestia’s crimson slit-pupiled eyes snapped wide.

She sank her fangs deep into Mirena’s neck.

"Ah—!"

A moan escaped Mirena’s lips.

Pain flared. She thrashed.

But Hestia pinned her arms with iron strength, holding her still.

She drank deeply, savoring the rich, sweet blood.

*Exquisite—*

The initial sting faded fast.

Overwhelming bliss and comfort flooded Mirena’s body.

The first two feedings had been agony.

But this third time... she was shamefully, helplessly *enjoying* it.

The pain vanished completely.

Mirena arched her neck, face flushed, as her strength—and her HP—drained away.

50/100.