Chapter 1: What’s Going On? I Woke Up and Got Bitten?

"Chu~"

The sound of a wet slurp echoed within the castle chamber.

The Blood Princess, Carola, was currently 'searching' the body of a young girl lying on the bed.

Well... or rather, she was conducting a physical examination.

After all, this was a prize she had spent a great deal of effort to finally hunt down.

Now that she had her hands on it, how could she not take the time to observe and admire it?

Lying on the bed was a girl with soft, jet-black short hair. Currently, a pair of cat ears of the same color were drooping listlessly amidst her hair.

Behind her, a slender tail also lay there quietly.

Her eyes were tightly shut, and her long eyelashes cast faint shadows upon her fair skin.

It had to be said, she was truly a cute and beautiful Catkin girl.

The girl wore a somewhat tattered blue dress, and several faint bloodstains remained on her exposed arms and calves.

—Those were wounds accidentally left by Carola during the hunt.

"What a beautiful prey~"

Carola whispered to herself, her fingertips sliding along the girl's neckline down to her collarbone.

She pretended not to notice that the girl's cat ears were already trembling slightly.

This girl had long since woken up.

[Where is this? Where have I been taken?]

This was Phyllis's first reaction after regaining consciousness from her coma.

However, she did not dare to open her eyes.

[What is this smell? The stench of blood?]

[It’s a Vampire!]

[Hmm... this virginal fragrance, is it a Vampire girl?]

Phyllis silently processed the information her senses provided.

The unique talent of the Catkin race allowed her to know, without opening her eyes, that a dangerous existence was standing beside her, sizing her up.

[But why would she....]

[No! She’s touching me!]

[I have to escape!]

Phyllis made that decision immediately.

However, she needed to find an opportunity.

For now, she needed to endure.

But as Carola's movements on Phyllis's body became more frequent, Phyllis felt like she was about to lose her composure.

[Ha~ this is really... a bit itchy~]

[Wait, what is she trying to do?]

Phyllis felt those hands about to touch her....

[No!]

[Not there!]

Phyllis's entire body tensed, her ears snapping upright. She erupted with startling speed and power, her nails sharpening in an instant as she lunged straight for Carola’s neck.

First, suppress this Vampire girl, and then see how to escape!

However....

"Oh?"

Carola merely raised an eyebrow slightly, a smile that suggested she had long anticipated this curling at the corner of her lips.

Facing Phyllis’s sudden outburst, Carola simply raised her hand. Just as Phyllis was about to touch her, she accurately and effortlessly grabbed Phyllis’s wrist.

Phyllis tried to break free, but she felt that Carola’s hand was incredibly strong and powerful, like iron shackles firmly locking her down.

"Awake?"

Carola's voice carried a hint of laziness. Her other hand also easily pinned down Phyllis’s other hand, which was still attempting to resist.

This overwhelming difference in strength caused Phyllis’s heart to sink to the bottom instantly.

"Let me go, mew!"

Phyllis struggled frantically, her legs kicking and her tail wildly thumping against the bed.

But she was like a butterfly trapped in a spiderweb; all her resistance was easily neutralized by Carola.

"Since you're awake, then we can hold the ceremony..."

Carola looked at Phyllis and spoke softly.

"What do you want to do to me, mew!"

Phyllis questioned her.

It was only at this moment that she had the chance to observe the Vampire girl in front of her.

White hair and red eyes....

She’s exactly my type!!!

[Wait, no~ this isn't the time to be thinking about that!]

What kind of ceremony does this Vampire girl want to perform on me!

"Be good~" Carola whispered. Her long white hair fell forward, blocking part of the candlelight and casting a shadow over Phyllis’s face. "That way, you'll suffer less in a moment."

After saying that, she leaned down slightly.

"You! Mew! Hiss—"

Phyllis felt a cold sensation against her neck, followed by a sharp pain!

It felt as if two ice needles had pierced her skin and plunged into her blood vessels.

"Mew!!!"

Phyllis’s body suddenly went rigid, her azure eyes widening in terror.

A strange sensation swept through her.

At first, it was a cold pain, but immediately after... it was a shudder-inducing warmth and numbness that spread from her neck to her entire body as her blood was sucked away.

She felt her strength drained away in an instant, and her movements of resistance became soft and powerless.

Phyllis could clearly feel her lifeblood draining.

Her vision began to blur, her ears buzzed, and she could hear the sound of blood flowing...

[Am I... am I going to die again, mew?...]

Phyllis’s attitude toward the matter of death could be described as overly calm.

After all, this wasn't the first time.

She was originally an ordinary male freshman from Donghuang on Earth. One night, he wasn't paying attention while walking and fell headfirst into the school’s artificial lake.

The water wasn't actually deep, but by the time he opened his eyes again, the whole world had changed.

He had come to a completely unfamiliar foreign world and turned into a girl of the Catkin race.

A catgirl.

Fluffy ears, a nimble tail, a light body... fine, it didn't seem too bad.

He hadn't even spent much time before accepting his new identity.

After all, who could refuse becoming a cute catgirl?

Some corner deep within his heart was even jumping with joy because of it.

He just didn't expect that his "life" as a catgirl had only just started for a few years, and now it was already reaching its end?

...No, it didn't seem to be over yet.

Phyllis felt her consciousness gradually dissipating amidst the blood loss, but it was immediately pulled back by a certain cold sensation.

[I'm not dead, mew?]

Phyllis felt her consciousness gradually returning.

But she still had no strength in her body.

She could only lie helplessly on the soft bed.

Eh~ it had to be said, the comfort level of this bed was really good!

Not too hard, not too soft, and it had the fragrance of roses.

[Wait, wait.]

[What exactly did that Vampire girl do to her? Was it just simple blood-sucking? Impossible! It definitely wouldn't be that simple!]

This thought instantly snapped Phyllis back from her distraction regarding the bed's comfort.

She opened her eyes to scan her surroundings.

Although her vision was blurry at first, it quickly became clear.

The first thing that caught her eye was a high ceiling painted with dark patterns. A large crystal chandelier hung from it, with red candles burning inside, illuminating a limited area below and immersing most of the room in an ambiguous warm red tone.

She wasn't dead.

But the current situation was creepier than simple death.

Phyllis turned her eyes with difficulty to look at the Vampire girl by the bed.

Currently, Carola was sitting in an armchair, her breathing slightly hurried. A sickly flush was visible on her pale cheeks; it seemed the previous 'ceremony' had also consumed a lot of her energy.

She held a goblet in her hand, filled with a thick red liquid, and was sipping it in small gulps.

"Mew~"

Phyllis opened her mouth, wanting to speak, but her throat felt dry, and she could only let out a faint whimper.

She temporarily gave up on making sounds and focused on observing the other party.

White hair, red eyes, wearing a dark red Gothic dress and black leather boots. Overall, she looked quite small in stature.

However, after that struggle just now, Phyllis knew that she couldn't underestimate this person's strength.

After a long while, she finally managed to force a bit of sound out.

"What... did you... do to me, mew?"

"A mark," Carola put down her wine glass, her red eyes looking over, a nearly joyful curve hooking at the corner of her lips. "Or rather, I have signed a Master-Servant Contract with you. From now on, you are my possession."