Sipping blood from Xue Yu’s right hand at a leisurely pace, the Blood Clan girl released her grip after barely three mouthfuls. She wiped the corner of her mouth with her knuckle.

“Is it okay to drink so little? Won’t you get hungry?” Xue Yu asked, still worried.

Judging by what just happened, she hadn’t even consumed five grams. Xue Yu didn’t push her to drink more—she’d clearly stopped. Besides, she was already “treating” his right hand.

Between her palms, a magical glow emerged: reddish with a faint green shimmer. It bathed Xue Yu’s wound. The torn skin had stopped bleeding, healing visibly before his eyes.

“You can use healing magic too? Thank you.”

Truth be told, Xue Yu felt a little sorry for her. Using magic after such a tiny sip wasted energy. At this rate, she was practically back to square one.

Once the wound closed, her movements stilled and the light faded. But to Xue Yu’s surprise, she began trembling again.

Stranger still—she was panting. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. Clutching her knees, she gasped in deep, ragged breaths as if fighting something back.

“Huh? What’s wrong? Still hungry?”

The next second—“Wah!”

He was suddenly tackled. The Blood Clan girl straddled him, gripping his collar with a desperate, hungry look.

But Xue Yu noticed it instantly: in her eyes, a tiny yet unmistakable pink heart floated.

Her face darted toward his. Xue Yu froze in panic.

“Mmph!!!”

A warm, moist softness pressed against his lips. He’d been forcefully kissed—again.

*Wah?! Why?! Let go!* he screamed inwardly, though no sound came out.

Soon, he realized the truth. It wasn’t her madness—it was *his* blood.

Turned into a Succubus Curse by the Succubus Empress, his blood carried innate allure.

From Xue Yu’s knowledge of demon clans, every part of a Succubus Curse acted as a potent aphrodisiac to other races—including blood. No wonder she’d spiraled into lustful frenzy.

*I can’t breathe! Wah wah wah! Help~*

After some time, the Blood Clan girl awoke dazed. She found herself lying atop Xue Yu—his face smothered in lip prints, neck dotted with bite marks. Seeing him unconscious, she scrambled off, shaking his shoulders frantically.

No response. Confused and guilt-ridden, she burst into tears, rubbing her eyes as tears streamed down.

Then—a warm hand rested on her head.

She lowered her hands slowly. Xue Yu lay unharmed on the floor.

Relief washed over her, though tears still fell. Her expression softened into wounded innocence.

“It’s okay. Not your fault. My problem, haha,” Xue Yu panted slightly, stroking her head while lying limp.

Seeing him safe, the Blood Clan loli calmed. She lunged into his arms with a tight bear hug, cheek pressed to his chest. Eyes closed, she listened to his heartbeat—and her own.

“Alright, alright, don’t be so clingy,” he coaxed.

She ignored him, burying her face deeper into his chest, acting utterly harmless. Xue Yu relaxed.

He knew Blood Clans were feared: cruel, bloodthirsty demons with terrifying regeneration. Yet this loli was timid, pitiful. How had she wandered so far from Blood Clan lands into Gaelkani Kingdom? Why was she begging alone?

He pushed the questions aside and lifted the hood of her tattered robe. As it slid off, the “bat wings” atop her head sprang up. Silvery-white hair tumbled down to her knees—soft-looking, untouched by grime.

“You’re all dirty. Bath time? I’ve got dresses that’ll fit you.” He stood, leading her toward the room.

He picked up a slightly damp towel—Zila’s, from her recent bath. Though nearly dry, it carried a rich floral scent. Xue Yu inhaled deeply before freezing. *This was against Zila’s skin… my old self.* Heat flushed his cheeks.

“Go ahead. I won’t peek,” he said, stepping out.

*Clatter!* Toiletries hit the floor.

He turned. The loli clung to his thigh, tears streaming.

“Hey! What’s wrong?” He rolled his eyes—until her deep ruby eyes locked onto his, shaking her head.

“Sigh…” He scooped her up and carried her back in.

Eyes shut tight, he undressed her, wrapped her in the towel, then dared to look. Every accidental touch made his face burn.

Settling her into warm water, he tentatively reached with the towel. “C-can you wash yourself? I’ll stay.”

She nodded. He turned away.

*Splash… splash…* He snuck glances. Each time, she noticed—but never reacted. Almost inviting.

A tug on his sleeve. He turned. Clean now, her pale skin looked almost unnaturally white. She stepped toward her torn rags.

“Hey, those are ruined. I’ll find you a dress!”

“Eh! No!” She lunged, clinging to his wet thigh desperately.

Meeting her pitiful gaze, he relented. “Fine, fine… I’ll go with you.”

*Is she really just a kid?* His eyes flicked downward. Beneath the towel, her small chest was smaller than Zila’s—yet oddly similar. Childlike innocence layered with subtle maturity. The contrast was dangerously captivating.

*Whoa—stop!* He smacked his forehead. *She’s a child! What’s wrong with me?!*

*Why so clingy?!* Mental sweatdrop. Frustration simmered.

And so, with the “accessory” glued to his leg, Xue Yu tiptoed toward the wardrobe.