"Damn it, Fei’er! You’ve gone too far!"
A warm breath from Lucifer sent a tingling shiver down Su Yue’s spine. She wriggled free from Lucifer’s arms, bared her tiny fangs, and spun around to shove the teasing Vampire Princess onto the bed.
The plush princess bed trembled beneath their playful tussle. Su Yue straddled Lucifer’s waist, pinned her wrists, and glared down at the voluptuous figure beneath her.
"F-F-Fei’er… you’re not wearing a bra?!"
"I unclasped it the moment I stepped into Little Su Yue’s room," Lucifer purred. "So constricting~ Ah, I suppose *you* don’t have this worry, hm?"
Pinned but unflustered, Lucifer narrowed her eyes with a mischievous smirk.
"Damn it…"
Frustration flared in Su Yue’s chest. *Today, I’ll make this wicked woman pay.* Her gaze drifted over Lucifer’s alluring form—then locked onto the most infuriating spot.
"Your sin… shall be repaid with your body!"
The silver-haired Little Vampire pounced adorably, tiny hands seizing the flimsy barrier between them. Recalling "study materials," she kneaded with determined vigor.
"Haa… Little Su Yue, you…" A honeyed gasp slipped from Lucifer’s cherry lips. Unyielding, she seized Su Yue’s softness.
"Don’t pinch… mmm!"
"Hmph~ You started it!"
"Take this!"
They tumbled across the bed, laughter sweet yet tinged with lewdness. Skirts fluttered—raven-haired Vampire Princess in sheer black pantyhose, silver-haired Little Vampire in pure white thigh-highs—a striking contrast that deepened the erotic allure. Plump yet springy thighs pressed together; dainty, slipper-clad feet swayed. Such was the innocent charm of girls at play.
"Truce… call a truce." Lucifer collapsed onto her back, breathless but grinning.
"Is… is *that* all? I—I could go all day!" Su Yue huffed, though her limbs went limp the next second. She flopped beside Lucifer, gasping.
They turned. Eyes met. A bell-like laugh burst from both.
Thanks to their Bloodkin physiology, not a single bead of sweat marked their skin.
"Alright, Little Su Yue~ Promise was to lend me a dress?" Lucifer sat up with a giggle, adjusting the slipped bra strap.
"You dress yourself… I’m dead." Su Yue crawled weakly onto the pillow, limp as a noodle.
"Okay~" Lucifer nuzzled her cheek, then lifted a deep-blue slip dress. Facing the mirror, she shed her sailor uniform.
*Whoa…* Su Yue’s face flushed crimson. *That terrifying slime monster… I was fighting THAT?!*
Bra and unfastened skirt joined the uniform on the plush crimson rug. Sheer black pantyhose revealed bold blue lace beneath. Su Yue peeked through parted fingers, crimson eyes locked.
Lucifer stepped into the dress—first one foot, then the other—keeping her pantyhose on. Su Yue swallowed awkwardly watching her calves tighten. Zip. A triumphant wink. A satin bow tied snug at her waist.
"So… beautiful…" Su Yue whispered.
"Hehe~ I accept Little Su Yue’s praise!" Lucifer twirled gleefully. "Up! Time to fix your hair."
"Huh? Again?" Su Yue groaned, sprawled stubbornly.
"Of course! Messy hair needs love." Lucifer tugged her up firmly.
Slipping white-stockinged feet into fluffy slippers, Su Yue shivered at the silky-soft friction. Each step sent a cozy thrill up her spine.
At the vanity, Lucifer pulled out a stool. "Wow! All these cosmetics and clips—brand new!" *Brother Chen Yan truly adores her…*
Su Yue’s gaze lingered on the untouched bottles. A bittersweet warmth stirred.
"Close your eyes, Little Su Yue."
Cool palms patted her cheeks. "Bloodkin don’t sweat, so no deep cleanse—but toner first." Fragrant lotions glided under tender fingertips. A quiet thrill bloomed in Su Yue’s chest.
Silver strands flowed through the comb like liquid moonlight. Two tiny black bows nestled above her ears—a layered, whimsical style.
"All done. Open up."
Su Yue blinked.
The girl in the mirror—rosy-cheeked, bow-adorned, eyes wide—was breathtaking.
She froze.
Utterly, wonderfully speechless.
