When Vampires created a servant or even another lower-level Vampire, a deep connection always formed between them.

A binding that could not be seen, yet pulsed like a second heartbeat beneath the skin.

A pact.

It resembled the ancient hierarchy of Master and Servant, sealed by blood itself.

So when Lia offered her blood to Aether, her intention had been absolute. She wanted control. She wanted dominance.

She wanted him beneath her command, unable to resist, unable to defy, unable to even conceive the thought of harming her.

That had been the plan.

Yet...

~chu~

A shiver ran down her spine when a soft kiss brushed against her pale ankle. The sensation was delicate, almost reverent, yet it struck her nerves like lightning.

Lia’s face twisted in horror even as a forbidden spark of excitement ignited deep inside her.

’What the fuck?!’ she screamed inwardly. Just now... she had gotten a little excited, her body betraying her with a rush of heat.

Excitement?

Her cheeks flushed a delicate crimson as she glared down at her newly formed servant, her full breasts rising and falling with rapid breaths that strained against her tight clothing.

"Y-You! Who gave you permission to touch me!" she snapped, about to kick his face and put this insolent bastard back in his rightful place—

"My dear, cute little Vampire~"

Aether murmured in a seductive dripping tone.

No.

That voice... it was dangerous.

Those simple words felt like the richest wine pouring into her ears, warm and intoxicating, sending delicious tremors racing through her curvaceous body.

Her breath faltered.

Her body betrayed her.

A subtle shudder coursed through her limbs.

’W-What is going on here?’ she screamed inside her mind. Their blood connection had formed perfectly, which meant his attempt to devour her blood had failed completely.

She should have been in full control, leaving him as nothing more than a weak, lower-level Vampire under her command. And yet...

’W-Why is my heart beating so much faster?’ she thought desperately, unable to pull her delicate foot free from his firm, warm grip.

Aether stared up at his... prey with dark, hungry eyes!

He didn’t understand why, but the sight of her writhing and trembling under his touch excited him beyond reason.

Her sensual curves, the way her body arched involuntarily, the flush spreading across her smooth skin... it all stirred something primal inside him.

He did not fully understand it.

But he felt it.

A pull?

A craving?

It coiled within him, tightening with every second he looked at her, every subtle reaction she failed to hide.

’I want her.’

Not a whisper.

An order.

It pressed against his chest, demanding her presence, her closeness and... her submission in a way that defied logic.

And beneath it all...

The scent of her.

It wrapped around him like a slow-burning flame, warm and dangerously alluring. It filled his senses, clouded his thoughts, and made restraint feel distant and meaningless.

Even more intense was his sudden, raging thirst for her blood, mixed with an overwhelming desire to devour every inch of her luscious form.

He had never felt such raw, possessive emotions when looking at her before.

Now there was only this inexplicable, all-consuming urge to claim her entirely... body, blood, and soul.

The intoxicating scent rising from her heated body made his cock throb painfully hard, his pants already soaked with leaking precum that betrayed his desperate arousal.

Staring deeply into her glowing crimson eyes, he slowly parted his lips, his voice turning rich and dangerously seductive.

"Didn’t my Queen ask me to kneel before her?"

Lia bit down hard on her plump lower lip, struggling to control the flood of lust surging through her veins as she forced a shaky smirk onto her beautiful face.

"H-Ha... O-Of course. Then do it, you bitc—"

Before she could finish her taunting words, her breath hitched sharply in her throat. His sharp fangs suddenly extended, gleaming wickedly as his expression curved into a sly, predatory smirk.

And before she could react—

He plunged them deep into the sensitive skin of her ankle without hesitation.

"HIKKK~"

A sharp, electric jolt of pleasure-pain shot through her entire body. She flinched hard, her hands flying up as intense trembling waves coursed through her voluptuous frame, her thighs pressing together instinctively.

Slurrrpppp~

Aether drank from her ankle with deep, hungry pulls, sucking her rich, sweet blood like a man dying of thirst who had finally found the most exquisite nectar after centuries of drought.

The warm, intimate sensation of his mouth on her skin sent spirals of hot, sensual fire racing up her leg and straight to her core.

"W-Wait... ahh~ S-Stop... mmm~"

Lia groaned, a soft, unsteady sound escaping her lips as her face flushed deeply, heat spreading through her body like a slow-burning fire.

She tried desperately to wriggle her leg free from his strong hand that clenched her delicate ankle so tightly, yet no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn’t move...

Or...

Perhaps her traitorous body simply didn’t want to.

’What’s happening to me?’ she screamed inwardly. She knew she hated this. She knew she didn’t want him to touch her, and yet her body... her fucking body was reacting far too strongly, her sensitive skin tingling with unwanted pleasure.

Her hands moved instinctively, slipping down between her legs as if trying to suppress the strange, overwhelming sensation building inside her, something slipping beyond her control no matter how desperately she tried to contain it.

"W-Wait... aahh~"

The sound left her before she could stop it.

Her eyes widened in horror.

A soft, unmistakably feminine moan.

Her lips trembled as she bit down on them, her eyes growing wet, glassy, her breath uneven and fragile.

’H-How humiliating...’

She thought painfully as she wriggled helplessly under the sensational power of his sucking mouth, her curvaceous hips shifting involuntarily against the bed.

She was beyond humiliated... never in her life had she felt like this... so shitty!!

And yet—

[+400 AP]

The numbers told a different story.

When a new pact formed, it was normal for servants to lose control, driven by instinct, overwhelmed by their Master’s blood. But it was always manageable. A single command, a single word, and they would fall back into obedience.

That was how it was supposed to work.

Yet no matter what she said...

Nothing affected him.

Not even slightly.

It was as if...

He wasn’t her servant at all.

Finally, Aether parted his warm lips from her ankle. The two small puncture holes on her soft skin leaked slow trails of crimson blood while his glowing red eyes stared intently at the beet-red-faced beauty before him. Her full breasts heaved with every ragged breath, and her hands pressed desperately between her trembling thighs.

Beautiful~

He smirked wickedly, giving her ankle one last slow, sensual lick before his hot mouth began kissing upward along her smooth leg, moving higher with deliberate, teasing intent.

Slowly.

Each motion deliberate, his presence tracing along her leg, his touch lingering just enough to leave behind a trail of heat that refused to fade.

Lia, lost in a haze of entrancing pleasure and sharp pain, finally snapped back to awareness as she felt the warm trail of kisses slowly reaching her knees. With glistening, teary eyes, she shouted furiously, her voice trembling with both anger and arousal.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

Aether kissed her knee softly, his breath hot against her sensitive skin as he whispered seductively,

"What else? Taking care of my Queen~" His smouldering gaze locked onto hers while he gave her soft, thick thighs a long, deliberate lick, his tongue tracing the curve of her flesh with hungry reverence.

The words felt wrong.

And yet...

They didn’t.

Lia’s face burned deeper as she glared at him, her pride flaring, desperate to reclaim ground she was losing far too quickly.

"Who the hell takes care of their Master like this?"

"Only me."

The answer came without hesitation.

Certain and absolute!!

His eyes held hers as something shifted in his expression, something softer, yet no less intense.

"Because... I love you, darling~"

!!

Lia flinched sharply when she felt something warm and intimate entering through their blood connection... something tender and protective, the kind of deep affection she had only ever felt toward her own daughter.

[+500 AP]

Her breath hitched violently.

"S-Stop... T-Too much... arrh!!" she said hurriedly, her heart pounding faster with a confusing mix of pain and... forbidden expectation?

Aether, of course, felt the connection as well. He wasn’t sure how, but it was completely different from his existing Seal.

Through his Seal, he could communicate with his wives and even sense their emotions and current state, but this connection with Lia was something else entirely.

It was like... just by looking at her, he instinctively knew exactly what she needed.

It was instinct.

Clarity.

As if simply looking at her told him everything he needed to know.

What she felt.

What she needed.

What she tried to hide.

It was not that he was sensing her.

It was as if...

For brief, fleeting moments...

He had become a part of her.

Not sure how he could express it, but he simply knew her deepest needs. That was all that mattered.

With a smouldering gaze, he lifted his eyes to meet hers, those crimson irises trembling, conflicted, burning with something she refused to acknowledge. And yet, despite that heat, her hands pressed firmly against his forehead, trying to keep his hungry mouth away from her soft thighs.

"You say that, but..."

His voice trailed as his lips brushed against her thigh, a soft, deliberate bite following, just enough to send a sharp spark through her nerves.

"AAhhh~"

A shiver ran violently down her spine, her body reacting before her mind could catch up. Her legs instinctively tried to close, to shield herself, but his hand held them in place.

Her eyes burned bright red with a mix of fury and overwhelming arousal. ’F-Fuck! Fuck! Fucking asshole!’ she screamed inwardly in pure horror, her control slipping with every passing second.

This wasn’t normal.

This wasn’t how her body should react.

It never had before.

Never in her life.

And yet now...

Her body was no longer reacting like her own!

Her body was now desperately longing for this bastard’s touch, her sensitive skin flushing hot, and her dripping core aching with forbidden desire.

’Even though he just became a Vampire... How?’ she thought in utter confusion and helpless loss as she glared down at the man who stared back at her with dark excitement, clearly enjoying every second of her sweet torment.

[+500 AP]

Aether’s lips curved faintly, his expression calm, assured, as if everything unfolding was exactly as it should be.

"Leave everything to me, my Queen~"

As he spoke, he slowly slid further under her skirt, his hot breath teasing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

"N-NO... NOOOOO!!"

Lia was horrified beyond disbelief. She could never do something so vicious behind her daughter’s back.

Her pride.

Her control.

Her identity.

All of it trembled on the edge.

And then—

"AHHHH~"

"AHHHH~"

Lia clenched her teeth hard as a loud, uncontrollable moan tore through the air. Her hands flew down toward Aether’s head, fingers tangling desperately in his hair while he remained hidden under her skirt, teasing her gentle, dripping flower with slow, expert strokes of his tongue.

Her mind screamed... wrong!

But her body...

Her body listened to something else entirely.

!~Ding~!

[Active Skill: Crimson Veil: Wrath of Dominion is undergoing forced mutation due to the presence and influence of Primordial Vampiric Demonic Blood within your Essence]

[Mutation Progress: 10%... 15%....]

Deep within him, something stirred.

The Devouring blood that had been chained by Grace’s weird third eye power began to move and splash violently, as if something ancient and... primordial was finally waking up.

Grace, who had noticed this unknown presence stirring, tilted her head slightly. "Hmm... That’s why those flames reacted ah... so ’he’ never died in the first place," she muttered in a tone both amused and deeply curious.