Chapter 6: The Thrilling Part of the Night!

The sun rose from the earth once again, and the moon naturally and gradually faded away.

"See you tonight, Phyllis!"

Carola walked out of Phyllis's room with a satisfied expression.

Phyllis was the only one left in the room.

Well, her and two little bats that looked like mere decorations.

"Myaa..."

A sob filled with exhaustion and misery leaked out from under the covers.

Phyllis curled her body up with great difficulty.

Several distinct bite marks were visible on her arms, which were exposed from beneath the blanket.

And on the parts of her body still covered by the sheets, there were even more.

Her navel, her calves, and even her buttocks...

Every tiny movement tugged at the wounds on her body, bringing Phyllis a mixture of stinging pain and a strange, tingling numbness.

'Damn that Carola! Damn that yandere!! Damn that master-servant contract!!!'

The tattered blue dress she had worn yesterday had finally fulfilled its purpose.

Pieces of it were scattered here and there all around the bed.

The culprit behind all of this was, of course, Carola.

Phyllis closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, somewhat unwilling to recall that long and chaotic night.

***

When Carola had stripped off her clothes by the pool, Phyllis had squeezed her eyes shut, not daring to look.

"What's wrong, Phyllis?" Carola's voice drifted over, tinged with amusement. "Could it be that my body makes you feel a bit inferior?"

The water splashed softly as she stepped into the pool.

Hearing the sound, Phyllis opened her eyes.

"Aren't you going to come in for a soak?"

Carola looked at Phyllis with a smile.

"Okay... I'm coming."

Phyllis began to take off her own blue dress.

At first, she felt a bit embarrassed, but once the clothes were actually off, she let her inhibitions go.

It was just a bath!

In her previous life, she had been a Northerner! She was more than used to these kinds of scenes where everyone was bare and honest with one another!

Even so, Phyllis walked to the edge of the pool slowly, taking one step at a time.

"Come here!"

Carola reached out, grabbed Phyllis's ankle, and gave a gentle tug.

"Myaa!"

Phyllis fell into the pool, swallowing a few mouthfuls of water.

Carola took the opportunity to pull Phyllis into her arms, her fingers brushing through the girl's wet hair.

"Don't be afraid. It's not like I'm going to eat you."

'I'm really afraid you'll eat me!'

Phyllis didn't dare speak. Held by Carola like this, she felt a bit lightheaded.

Even though she had been in this world for several years now, this was the first time she had been in such close proximity to a member of the same sex.

Moreover, they were currently in this specific position.

Phyllis broke away from Carola's embrace and soaked on a ledge a short distance away.

The temperature of the water was just right, neither too hot nor too cold.

She didn't know what had been added to it, but Phyllis found it incredibly comfortable.

"Would you like something to drink?"

Carola didn't pay much mind to Phyllis's movements. Instead, she waved her hand and summoned the automaton servant Phyllis had seen during the day.

The automaton servant brought over several drinks of different colors.

Carola casually picked up a red drink and began to sip it.

"I'll have that one."

Phyllis chose a colorless drink.

"Alright."

Carola picked up the colorless drink for Phyllis and then dismissed the automaton servant with a wave of her hand.

Only Carola and Phyllis remained.

*Clink—*

After Phyllis took the glass, Carola leaned in to clink her own glass against it.

*Gulp, gulp—*

Phyllis took several large swallows.

But before long, her entire body began to feel feverish.

"What... what did you make me drink?"

Phyllis immediately questioned Carola.

'Did she add that kind of thing to it?'

"..."

Phyllis's words left Carola somewhat speechless. She gently set down her goblet and looked at Phyllis.

"It's just an ordinary cup of hot water. Besides, if I wanted to do something to you, would I even need that kind of stuff?" Carola explained.

"Ah—"

Phyllis's face turned red instantly.

'So... I was just overthinking things...'

The little interlude passed just like that.

After finishing their drinks, Carola began to enthusiastically teach Phyllis about the characteristics of several types of magical plants.

Phyllis listened with a fair amount of interest.

However, it wasn't long before Carola's attention was drawn away by the skin of Phyllis's neck, which looked exceptionally supple under the moonlight.

*Slurp... slurp... hiss...*

Next, Carola bit into Phyllis's neck and sucked her blood.

In Carola's words, this was called "feeding."

"The little kitten had fish steak during the day; now it's my turn."

Carola had said it so matter-of-factly at the time.

Phyllis endured it. It wasn't the first time, anyway.

At first, it was just her neck, but later...

"I wonder what the blood here tastes like?"

Carola's fingertips tapped against Phyllis's arm.

"Myaa~"

"Your body temperature here... seems to be a bit higher, doesn't it?"

Phyllis felt her cat ears being taken into Carola's mouth.

"Your tail... is quite energetic as well..."

Carola's hand stroked Phyllis's tail.

"And here..."

Faced with Carola's increasingly excessive actions, it wasn't as if Phyllis didn't resist.

She scratched and kicked.

But under the absolute gap in strength, all her resistance was like stones thrown into a deep pond—merely stirring up a few insignificant ripples before being easily suppressed by Carola.

Carola didn't even have to use any real force.

She simply watched Phyllis's futile struggles with a gaze full of inquiry, pleasure, and a certain almost obsessive possessiveness. She precisely pinned down key pressure points and then, like she was playing with an exquisite doll, left one mark after another on Phyllis's body to declare her ownership.

The weakness of having her blood drained mixed with the shame of being touched so freely, as well as some strange reactions.

In the end, Phyllis had nearly fainted. Carola dressed her and dragged her back to the room.

And then, when Phyllis woke up before dawn, another round occurred...

*Creak—*

The door was pushed open again.

Phyllis's body stiffened abruptly, thinking Carola had returned.

It turned out to be that expressionless automaton servant again.

She carried a tray that held not only a meal but also a cup of red liquid and a neatly folded set of blue clothes.

The automaton servant placed the tray on the table by the bed and then began to tidy up the shredded pieces of clothing scattered on the floor with stiff but very precise movements.

There was no pause in her actions, as if handling such a scene was a routine part of her job.

Once she finished cleaning, she turned and left like a machine that had completed its instructions.

Phyllis stared at the cup of red liquid and gave it a sniff.

It was blood.

But it wasn't ordinary blood.

It was mixed with many strange scents, including medicinal herbs and the aura of Carola's mana.

But... drinking blood?

Phyllis felt a wave of nausea in her heart.

Yet, a craving for that cup of blood rising from deep within her body gave her a sudden fright.

Phyllis looked away with difficulty, her gaze landing on the clothes.

Lace trim, high-quality fabric, and the size looked just right.

Phyllis struggled to sit up, but the movement tugged at the wounds on her neck, causing another surge of throbbing pain.

"Hiss—"

Sitting at the table, Phyllis first put on the set of blue clothes and then began to eat the food.

After finishing the meal, her eyes turned toward the cup of blood once again.

Her reason told her she shouldn't drink it, but another desire in her heart overrode everything else.

'Drink it!'

Phyllis closed her eyes, held her breath, and picked up the cup of blood.

*Gulp... gulp...*

She downed it in one go.