“What nonsense are you spouting?”

Su Yue delivered a light chop to Lucifer’s head.

“Ouch! But Su Yue really does look like a Vampire Princess—except for our first meeting…” Lucifer rubbed her head, her little mouth still chattering.

“Back then, you were totally a distressed Vampire Princess!”

“Thanks *so* much. I actually thought you were a gentle, soft-spoken girl at first,” Su Yue retorted.

“That was all just a persona! I learned it from Master,” Lucifer said proudly, tilting her chin up.

*So everyone’s got a persona*, mused Miss Su Yue—the “little sister” type: gentle, delicate, sweet.

“Princess Su Yue~”

Lucifer cooed in a syrupy-sweet voice, pouncing Su Yue onto the bed and flirtatiously hooking a finger under her chin.

“Don’t call me that.”

Su Yue shyly turned her head and swatted Lucifer’s hand away.

“So cuuute~”

Lucifer poked Su Yue’s soft, plump cheeks—the bouncy texture was addictive.

“Hehe, little Su Yue~ What’s a Vampire Princess’s wardrobe like? Must be full of pretty dresses, right~?”

Lucifer’s eyes locked on the room’s massive wardrobe. Still talking, she released Su Yue and dashed over.

“There’s nothing inside. Not a single piece.”

Su Yue sighed. She’d only moved in yesterday—how could there be any pretty… dresses?

Lucifer yanked the doors open. Countless elegant gowns flooded the view of the two Little Vampires. The vintage wardrobe overflowed, stuffed with endless styles.

“S-Su Yue! You still say you’re not a princess?!” Lucifer gasped, fingers brushing a hanging princess dress. The silky fabric felt worlds apart from cheap online knockoffs.

“I don’t know… These aren’t mine,” Su Yue murmured, equally stunned by the sea of women’s clothing.

*Sniff sniff~*

Lucifer leaned in, nostrils flaring.

“Hmm? No trace of little Su Yue’s scent…” She tilted her head.

“Oh! You just moved here—Brother Chen Yan must’ve bought these for you!”

“…"

Well… technically true. Su Yue *had* just arrived in this world. These *were* likely Chen Yan’s doing.

“Brother Chen Yan *really* adores little Su Yue~” Lucifer teased, pulling out a black maxi dress.

Su Yue recognized it instantly—it mirrored the dress she’d worn upon arrival. But where the original was strapless, this one had a modest school-style collar, white trim, and a red bow.

“Whoa… this totally suits little Su Yue!” Lucifer held it up with hopeful eyes.

“Of course it does. It’s modified from the starting gear,” Su Yue thought wryly.

“Try it on for me~?” Lucifer pressed the dress to her chest, eyes glistening with pleading.

“Why are you so good at acting spoiled with *me*? I’m not Sis Lin You,” Su Yue grumbled.

“Hehe~ I noticed—you and Master both cave when I make this face~”

“Don’t start.”

“Wah… little Su Yue’s rejecting me?” Tears shimmered in Lucifer’s eyes.

*Guh…* Su Yue covered her face. She never could resist this act.

“Fine. Just this one.”

“Yay! I’ll help you change!”

Lucifer’s sorrow vanished instantly. *Guess Vampire Princesses really do have legendary acting skills*, Su Yue noted dryly.

“No! I’ll do it myself!” Su Yue snatched the dress, clutching it to her chest with a flustered shake of her head.

“Eh~ Okay.” Lucifer didn’t push further, her gaze drifting longingly back to the wardrobe.

“Little Su Yue… can I borrow a dress?”

“Mm, take as many as you like, Fei’er.”

*Of course*, Su Yue smiled. No girl resists pretty dresses.

“Little Su Yue is the *best*!” Lucifer bounced back, holding up gown after gown against herself, utterly indecisive.

Seizing the distraction, Su Yue slipped off her pajamas. Wearing only panties, she rose silently on the bed—her tender feet leaving faint dents on the soft mattress. She rolled one white thigh-high sock down, slipped her foot in, and gently pulled it up. The 15-denier fabric hugged her slender legs to mid-thigh, creating a cute little roll, faintly revealing pink-tinged skin at knees and ankles. She repeated it with the other foot.

Bending carefully, she stepped into the black dress, tugging it up while watching Lucifer.

*Changing nearly naked behind such a pretty girl… so embarrassing.*

Lips pressed tight, her bare waist and soft chest exposed, she eased the dress higher. Thankfully, Lucifer remained mesmerized by the wardrobe.

Arms slipped into puffy sleeves. Chest pads adjusted. A relieved breath. Then—struggling with the back zipper until her fingers ached.

“Fei’er… help?”

“Huh? Little Su Yue already changed secretly!” Lucifer pouted, hopping onto the bed with two dresses. Complaining but compliant, she zipped the dress up—then sneakily slid hands under Su Yue’s arms and *squeezed*.

“Eep~!”

A jolt shot through Su Yue. First touch from another… her knees buckled.

“Hehe~ Little Su Yue’s are way cuter than mine~” Lucifer teased, giving a playful squeeze.

“Mmph! You just mean *yours* are bigger!” Su Yue slumped into Lucifer’s arms, flustered.

“No—wait! Why do I even care?!” She shook her head, lips tight.

“Because little Su Yue’s a girl~” Lucifer whispered smugly into her ear. “If little sister Su Yue doesn’t eat more papaya… she’ll never catch up to big sister.”