Damn it! I never should’ve deliberately let myself be sold into that auction house. Now look—instead of devouring my buyer, I ran straight into a demon wearing a human face… and lost myself completely.

This was Nefu’s first thought upon waking.

Hanging upside down, she twisted and struggled desperately against the ropes. But Ophelia had tied them too tight. Her frantic writhing only made the cords bite deeper into her skin.

Just then—footsteps.

A flicker of panic flashed in Nefu’s eyes. Her entire back stiffened like steel. As the steps drew closer, she froze completely, breath held.

“Oh? So obedient now?”

Ophelia returned to find no struggle—just stillness. A hint of disappointment crossed her face, gone in an instant. She stepped forward and lifted Nefu’s chin.

To stop another bite, she’d dislocated Nefu’s jaw. Her mouth hung open, saliva trickling down.

It was agony—but less terrifying than facing Ophelia.

Ophelia gently pinched Nefu’s cheek, smiling faintly.

“Don’t tense that pretty little face. Are you *that* scared of me? See? Even I get hurt.”

She showed the neatly bandaged wound on her hand. Nefu’s eyes shifted slightly, but her body remained rigid with fear.

“Sigh… not a word. Makes me feel silly, talking to myself.”

“Oh~” Ophelia’s expression softened with mock apology. “Right. Forgot you can’t speak. Honestly? Better this way. Saves me from hearing your screams later.”

*What does she want?!*

Nefu’s pupils dilated. Instinctively, she curled her bound body tighter.

She’d seen predators toy with prey—teasing, tormenting, never killing fast. Was *she* next…?

The small angle grinder in Ophelia’s hand answered plainly.

“Open wide, sweetie. Those fangs are too sharp. For *master’s* safety… gotta fix that~”

Her smile was radiant. Her words, ice.

Ophelia hesitated—*She’s human. Not an animal. Can I really…?*

Then her gaze dropped to her healed hand. *She bit me without warning. If untreated, it’d scar.*

A slave must know her place. Or next time… it might be a knife.

“Shh, kitty. Hold still. Almost done.”

*Grind.*

“Mmph…!"

Intense discomfort flooded Nefu. She tried clenching her jaw—but Ophelia pinched her nose. Breathe? Only with mouth open.

*Grind.*

She thrashed, strained to shift forms—but the contract held firm. Useless.

Humiliation burned hotter than pain. *A human… filing my teeth?!*

Tears and snot streamed freely down her face.

Satisfied, Ophelia murmured a healing incantation.

The ache faded. Her jaw reset.

But as clarity returned, terror deepened.

*She’s more monster than I am.*

“Good. Very good.”

Ophelia cupped Nefu’s delicate, porcelain-white chin, smiling warmly.

“Now. Tell me your name.”

“I…?"

Nefu hesitated—*Nefu? Or Nef?*—when a sudden chill froze her blood. She looked up.

Ophelia still smiled… but the warmth was gone. If before it felt like winter sun, now only deep frost remained.

“N-Nefu…”

Head bowed, trembling all over, she whispered the name.

“Nefu. Perfect.”

Ophelia stood, hoisted her onto her shoulder, and strode toward the bedroom.

*What now?!*

Slung over that shoulder, staring at Ophelia’s snow-pale neck—Nefu’s fangs ached to bite. *Trap. She’s testing obedience.*

She swallowed the urge.

*THUMP.*

Spun through air, she crashed onto the bed—dizzy, disoriented.

*What does she want?!*

Nefu shrank back, eyes wide with fear. A low, involuntary growl rumbled in her throat.

Ophelia chuckled softly. Didn’t rush. Leaned in slowly, savoring the sight: this beast-like maid, cornered.

Exactly as expected.

Slight tremble. Dilated pupils. Ragged, panicked breaths. *Pure fear.*

Deciding the moment was ripe, Ophelia kicked off her shoes, climbed onto the bed, and tossed a small bag beside Nefu.

A short, thick, violet rod tumbled out.

*What is that?!*

Nefu trembled violently. Ophelia’s gaze had shifted—less icy, far more *predatory*. Like a blazing inferno.

Ophelia licked her lips, smirk curling at the corner of her mouth.

“I’ve *always* wanted a little maid I could… handle however I pleased. The Association kept me on such a tight leash. But now?” Her eyes gleamed. “Perfect timing.”

She leaned close, voice dropping to a velvet command:

“Nefu. As your master, I give my first order: serve me with your body. Until I am *completely* satisfied~"