Knowing she couldn’t resist Ophelia, Nefu took a deep breath, swallowing her reluctance. Like a scolded stray pup, she timidly stuck out her tiny tongue and clumsily began licking Ophelia’s index finger—slowly, deliberately.

“Hau… mmm… haa~”

Lewd panting filled the room. Propping her chin on her palm, Ophelia watched with amusement. Honestly, watching the little one lick was oddly invigorating—a faint, strange warmth stirred low in her belly.

Nefu looked utterly seductive. To avoid angering Ophelia, the girl focused intently on the slender finger before her. Her petite tongue darted in and out with earnest care, so tempting Ophelia nearly reached out to tease her further.

For Nefu, this was unbearable. Two months ago, she wouldn’t have cared—but after living among humans, shame had taken root. She now realized: kneeling to lick food from a bowl, or licking Ophelia’s finger like this—it was all just cruel teasing.

Yet as time passed, Nefu froze. While licking, she noticed Ophelia’s small but deep wound steadily oozing blood. To her, it smelled like honey and syrup—sweet, magical, utterly irresistible.

Tasting that beloved flavor, Nefu’s eyes shifted instantly. Her entire attitude flipped one-eighty.

“Mmm… nngh… slurp~”

Her little pink tongue swirled greedily around the wound, coaxing twin blushes onto Ophelia’s cheeks.

Unlike her earlier hesitant licks, Nefu’s tongue now moved with agile precision—nail, pad, knuckles, even the skin near the palm. Not satisfied, she added soft sucking motions. Shame? Pride? She no longer cared. All she wanted was more of Ophelia’s uniquely delicious essence.

Whenever her tongue gently pressed the skin around the wound, crimson “honey” seeped out. Nefu took the whole finger into her mouth, sucking while tracing playful patterns across the fingertip with her tongue.

Overwhelmed by the sensation, Ophelia’s eyes fluttered shut, face flushed—unaware Nefu’s teeth now grazed the wound.

Addicted to the taste, Nefu’s only thought was *more*. Offending Ophelia? She didn’t care.

Only when teeth pressed the wound—turning tingling into sharp sting—did Ophelia snap awake.

Her gaze sharpened. In one motion, she slid her middle finger into Nefu’s mouth and deftly pinched the tiny tongue.

Chuckling softly, she applied gentle pressure, slowly pulling.

Trapped, Nefu arched her body upward desperately.

“What’s this, little Nefu?” Ophelia smirked, watching drool trickle down. “Being disobedient again?”

Relief washed over Nefu as her tongue retreated. She glanced fearfully at Ophelia—*Wait. I almost bit her?!*

Last time, she’d lost two fangs and endured the “blueberry juice set.” What now…?

A shiver ran through her.

To adventurers like Amy, Nefu was terrifyingly powerful—capable of wiping out Tier-3 warriors in seconds. But before Ophelia? She was just a trembling chick.

Seeing her fear, Ophelia bent down, stroking her head. “Don’t worry. I won’t treat you like last time.”

She lifted Nefu onto the bed, undressed slowly to reveal flawless skin, then stripped the girl bare and pinned her down with a teasing lilt:

“So… do you like my blood?”

Though Ophelia’s roaming gaze made Nefu’s face burn crimson, her eyes lit up at the word *blood*.

“Yes.”

“Want another taste?” Ophelia glanced at her wounded finger, smiling.

“Yes!” Nefu answered without hesitation.

“And… would you like your master to feed you *more*?” A cold glint flickered in Ophelia’s eyes.

“I want—”

Before Nefu finished, Ophelia’s hand clamped her throat, slamming her onto the bed.

“My, my. Growing bold enough to push your luck?”

A tap under her chin—magic flared. The wound vanished without a trace.

“Master, I…”

Choked, Nefu felt death’s chill creep closer. She struggled, but Ophelia’s knees pinned every limb. No escape.

Gazing at the flushed maid beneath her, Ophelia murmured, “Only a day apart… yet you’ve grown even more captivating.”

Her finger traced Nefu’s chest. A sharp, breathy gasp escaped the girl.

Vision darkening, body tingling with maddening itch—Nefu gasped soundlessly.

“Seems the magic ointment worked instantly.” Ophelia leaned down, savoring the “delicacy.”

“So *this* is your spot.”

As if triggered, Nefu’s waist arched sharply.

“Nefu… do you like it?” Ophelia increased pressure. Muscles tensed beneath her palm.

“Lost in this strange haze… your master chokes you while tasting you. You want to stop. What should you do?”

The seductive woman leaned close to Nefu’s ear, voice a silken whisper:

“I just thought of a wonderful idea. How about I give *you* a chance to make me stop~?”