My pitiful, remaining shred of dignity crumbled completely under Senior Sister Thousand Feathers’ deliberate teasing. I felt I had no choice but to obey her every word.
…What could I do? She’d already found my ticklish spot, after all. QAQ
The seed of surrender had taken root. No courage for resistance remained. She was a high-blood Bloodline noble; I was a Demon Hunter sworn to eradicate her kind. That she hadn’t executed me on the spot was mercy enough.
As for a Demon Hunter’s pride? Well… only the living get chances for revenge, right?
Finally, the will to survive overpowered my fear. I could only feign compliance with the detestable Senior Sister Thousand Feathers, pretending to accept her demands while planning my escape.
“Oh my, oh my,” she shattered my newly gathered resolve without mercy. “It seems little Misty’s already scheming something else.”
*[I’m doomed…]*
Flustered and terrified, I opened my eyes—only to find Senior Sister cradling my face, studying my flushed cheeks with amused fascination.
Seeing my utter surrender, she nodded in satisfaction. As reward, her crimson lips brushed my burning cheek. Warm, sweet breath filled my nose, mingling with the intoxicating floral scent clinging to her skin.
“Well then,” she murmured, nuzzling my neck. Her lips parted slowly. Two sharp, hard points pressed against my skin. Her clever tongue began tracing slow, wet circles over my throat.
Facing death—or becoming prey—I should have been paralyzed by fear. Yet in her arms, no terror came. It felt only like an elder sister’s embrace.
Thinking… had become impossible.
Wetness spread across my neck. A tingling current shot through my upper body. An involuntary, kittenish “Mew~” escaped my lips as I arched upward, offering myself to her.
“Already accustomed to this, Misty?” Her voice dripped honey. “Then let’s begin~”
“Mm…” My body moved like it was sinking into thick slime. Obedience was all I could manage.
Pleased by my submission, she parted her lips. Two prominent fangs glinted in the moonlight. They settled on the spot her tongue had marked, then pierced my skin—
*Plink.*
Something flooded into my veins. My blood ignited. Heat seared through me, burning away my will.
Her body felt cool against my fever. Without thought, I pressed closer, burrowing into her embrace.
Senior Sister didn’t refuse. She drank deeply, slurping my blood drop by drop.
“Mmh… ah…”
Resistance melted away. A molten warmth spread through my limbs, swelling with every pull of her mouth.
This forbidden ecstasy was the ultimate gift for those who willingly fed Bloodlines. It rewired your mind, turning you into their most obedient servant—and meal.
“Mm~ Misty,” she quickened her rhythm, “your blood is as delicious as I dreamed. I’ve waited so long for this.”
The heat intensified, blissful as heaven. My consciousness blurred. Every nerve drowned in unimaginable pleasure.
Darkness swallowed my vision.
“Heh, already fainted?” Thousand Feathers paused, my head lolling against her arm. “You’ll need training, Misty. Or this won’t work later…” She traced my neck. “But such sweetness tempts me. Still… first, I must mark you.”
Her tongue swirled over the twin punctures. Miraculously, they vanished without scars—as if they’d never existed.
“Now,” her eyes burned with hunger, “we’ll be together forever. You won’t forget me… even on the other side.”
Moonlight blazed at its peak. She laid me gently on the bed, a knowing smile curling her lips.
“The time has come.”
“Crimson Queen,” she intoned, kneeling toward the silver moon. Her hands clasped beneath her chin, bathed in lunar light like a pious devotee—praying to the terror of every Demon Hunter. The Crimson Queen. Master of scarlet magic. Progenitor of all Bloodlines.
As the final syllable faded, a blood-red sigil materialized before her. It sucked in ambient magic, solidifying until a physical object dropped into her palm.
Her expression shifted from shock to intrigue.
She sat beside me, brushing aside my hair to bare my neck. Unfolding the manifested contract, she fastened it around my throat like a collar. Satisfied, she stroked my cheek and pulled me close, whispering as if afraid to wake me:
“This gift, Misty… is my pledge.” She glanced back, her gaze blazing with lover’s fire.
“We are mates now.”
