If I had been half a second slower just now, or if the wariness I’d developed from navigating society in my past life had been just a little weaker, then the one wearing that humiliating collar right now would have been me.
Thinking this, Selina stood up and directly reached out.
She grabbed Lilith’s slender calf, wrapped in pure white lace over-the-knee socks.
“What are you doing?! Unhand me!”
Lilith’s small face turned pale. She was utterly shocked and tried desperately to pull back.
But after putting on the Blood Slave Collar, her strength was forcibly suppressed by the contract. She was no match for the brute force of a Pureblood Dragon.
Selina yanked hard on her arm. Lilith’s petite body lost its balance and was dragged straight over.
Selina flipped her around and unceremoniously pressed her down across her own thigh.
She roughly lifted the black-red Gothic lolita skirt. Selina raised her right hand high.
Slap!
An extremely crisp sound of a slap exploded in the silent bedroom.
Lilith froze entirely.
A few seconds later, her brain finally processed the physical contact that had just happened. A fiery, stinging pain shot directly through her nerves.
“You… you vulgar lizard! How dare you hit the—”
Slap!
Selina didn’t waste any words. Another slap, even harder than before.
“Trying to put a slave collar on me, huh?”
Slap!
“Want to take me as your personal maid, huh?”
Slap!
“Little Kitchen Man, huh?”
Selina gritted her teeth. Her hand rose and fell.
The crisp slaps echoed rhythmically around the room.
“Hoo, ooh ooh ooh hoo!”
Lilith completely broke down.
The First Generation True Ancestor of the Vampire Clan. The Scarlet Queen who had lived for countless centuries. At this moment, she was like a naughty child being spanked hard over someone’s knee.
“Ugh… stop hitting! It hurts!”
Lilith’s two small feet, clad in white stockings, flailed in the air. Tears streamed from her eyes, soaking her delicate little face.
“Let me go! You damned small fry! Waaah… I was wrong, okay?!”
“Now you know you’re wrong?”
Selina snorted coldly, not pausing her hand movements in the slightest.
Slap!
“Where’s that arrogant attitude from before?”
The little Silver Dragon Girl’s face was flushed red. Her small hand swatted rhythmically at the soft, snow-white, peach-shaped giant pudding.
The bouncy dong sound of the pudding rebounding made her unable to stop, as if an electric current had struck her heart. Just as she was about to continue correcting that cheeky little girl—
Thump. Thump. Thump.
An extremely abrupt knock on the door. Without any warning, it pierced through the heavy bedroom door panel.
Selina’s raised right hand froze mid-air. Even the dragon tail behind her instantly stiffened into a straight line, startled.
Lilith heard the commotion outside the door. In extreme shame, she opened her mouth to loudly call for help, ready to cause mutual destruction.
Selina was quick-eyed and quick-handed. She clamped her hand tightly over Lilith’s mouth, using her own body to forcibly press the girl into the blankets.
“Young Master. Are you awake?”
From outside the door came the butler’s respectful voice.
Selina’s heart was pounding.
The sun outside the window had slowly risen, and the morning light was already shining on Lilith’s rear. ‘Damn, I was too busy correcting that cheeky girl and forgot to check the time.’
Now she was a girl. If the butler pushed open the door right now and found that the young master had turned into a stunning silver-haired girl, with a disheveled, tear-streaked white-haired loli pinned on the bed…
By tomorrow morning, the entire Papal State would know that the Morsat Family had produced an extremely perverted lolicon.
Selina kept her hand clamped over Lilith’s mouth, not daring to breathe loudly.
“Young Master.”
The butler continued reporting from outside the door.
“Princess Alice rarely returns from Sera Academy. The kitchen specifically stayed up last night to prepare her favorite cherry pastries from our domain. I’m tied up tonight auditing the territory’s accounts and simply can’t get away. And these pastries won’t keep long.”
“Would it trouble you, Young Master, to personally take the pastries to the palace and deliver them to Her Highness?”
Deliver pastries?
Selina looked down. She glanced at her own flat chest, her small feet, and that eye-catching silver hair that reached her ankles.
Going to deliver pastries looking like this? Was she afraid of not dying fast enough?
But if she refused, the butler would certainly use the spare key to open the door and check.
No choice.
Selina took a deep breath. With extreme difficulty, she lowered her throat, desperately controlling the soft vocal cords belonging to the Silver Dragon Princess, trying to find that impatient male voice of Luo Lin.
“Got it.”
Her voice was low. Carrying a deliberately feigned irritation of being disturbed from sleep.
“Leave it by the door. I’ll go later.”
From outside came the butler’s relieved voice.
The sound of footsteps gradually faded.
Selina let out a long, relieved sigh. Her tense shoulders sagged.
She lowered her head, glaring fiercely at Lilith, whose mouth was still covered and whose eyes still held teardrops.
The morning sunlight completely shredded the remnants of the night, casting mottled, fragmented shadows across the heavy oak carved window frames of the Duke’s mansion.
Luo Lin rubbed his sore neck, letting his gaze slowly drift down to the ancient ring on his finger’s bone.
Just as dawn was breaking, Lilith, the vampire progenitor who had been thoroughly disciplined last night, obediently transformed into a wisp of scarlet blood mist and, full of humiliation and dejection, slipped back into the ring to sleep.
Luo Lin exhaled a long breath of stale air.
After the night’s shocking ordeal, he had finally figured out this damn rule governing his body—during the day, he could barely maintain this human male form; but once night fell, he would uncontrollably transform into Selina, that stunning Silver Dragon Princess.
Changing into a proper set of noble casual clothes, Luo Lin took the exquisitely packaged box of cherry pastries from the old butler’s hands and, steeling himself, boarded the carriage bound for the royal palace.
Wooden wheels rolled over the smooth cobblestone road, emitting a rhythmic clatter-clatter sound.
Luo Lin sat inside the slightly bumpy carriage, looking at the food box resting on his knees. His fingers unconsciously tapped against the wooden edge, his heart feeling somewhat uneasy…
After all, just yesterday, because of his slacking off, he had thoroughly angered that tsundere princess.
In his past life, a friend had taught him a golden rule: girls, especially breathtakingly beautiful ones, were absolutely terrifying once they got angry—a catastrophe on a world-ending scale.
Half an hour later, at the ancient yet solemn royal palace of the Papal State.
Basking in the warm sun, Luo Lin had just turned a corner in the outer White Jade Corridor, carrying the pastry box, when a coquettish, forced laugh accompanied by a sharp reprimand shattered the warmth of the winter sun.
The strong, cloying scent of cheap rose perfume hit his nasal cavity…
Luo Lin stopped in his tracks, frowning, and looked toward the source.
By the stone carved railing ahead, sure enough, it was Laura Katherine again, her chin raised high, caked with thick, heavy makeup.
She was deliberately flaunting herself in a set of elaborate, luxurious gowns, flirting and showing off among several预备 members of the Royal Knights, while mercilessly picking on a girl who appeared to be dressed in ordinary commoner clothes.