A Master’s Embrace and a Terrifying Gift

Seraphina’s eyelids felt incredibly heavy. They seemed weighted down, as if lead weights hung from each, locking her upper and lower lids together seamlessly.

Her body, too, was permeated with an intense fatigue. Aching soreness and a suffocating sensation spread throughout her, making her profoundly uncomfortable.

This discomfort made her instinctively try to move her limbs, only to realize her feet couldn’t touch the ground.

It was then that she discovered she was being held aloft by something.

More precisely, she was cradled in someone’s soft arms, much like a small infant.

Simultaneously, her mouth was blocked by something soft.

‘Wait? Blocked? No, no, no, no, what is this?’

Memories from a past life flooded Seraphina’s mind. A powerful wave of humiliation instantly dispelled the heaviness in her eyes, causing her to snap them open.

Before her was a snow-white shoulder, marked with a neat row of teeth marks. At what appeared to be the canine marks, two small punctures oozed tiny beads of blood.

“Oh? You’re awake~”

A familiar voice chimed. Seraphina turned her head, suddenly seeing Iqiyah’s playful face.

“Huh? Th-this is…?”

She froze, for she and Iqiyah were incredibly close. They were near enough to feel each other’s breaths and to discern the deep crimson pupils hidden within Iqiyah’s vibrant red eyes.

“Oh dear… Seraphina, I must apologize to you.”

“? Apologize for what?”

“When I turned you into a girl, I thought it would be much more convenient. However, I didn’t realize how many ‘games’ we’d lose…”

As she spoke, Iqiyah closed her eyes, a rare blush gracing her face.

At the same moment, her hand found Seraphina’s body, beginning to move rhythmically…

“Hey, hey! What exactly are you trying to do?!”

“Hmm? What else could it be? Of course, I’m giving you a massage~”

Smiling, Iqiyah wore an expression that seemed to say, “You understand, don’t you?” She added, “Otherwise, what did you think it was?”

“I, I thought it was…”

She was too embarrassed to utter what she had first thought. A wave of intense shame sent a flush across her face, prompting her to instinctively cover her cheeks as she glared resentfully at Iqiyah’s smug, expressive face.

“By the way… wasn’t I dead? I don’t recall winning any resurrection match.”

Seraphina touched her neck, finding no trace of any wounds.

She tried to recall her recent experience in ‘heaven’. At the time, she had been so preoccupied with causing chaos and stirring up trouble that she hadn’t paid any mind to a resurrection match.

“Yes, you certainly died.”

As she said this, Iqiyah’s gaze instantly turned cold.

“However, as a vampire, it’s not difficult for me to retrieve a body that inherently belongs to death. All it required was for you to drink my blood…” Iqiyah glanced at the teeth marks on her shoulder.

“But…!”

With that, she seized Seraphina’s soft body, flipping her over entirely. Then, she swiftly pulled back the dress covering Seraphina, revealing a pair of smooth, tender…

“…Next time, remember to remind me to put underwear on you.”

Seeing Seraphina’s utterly exposed state, Iqiyah almost lost her composure. Yet, she quickly regained a serious expression.

“How could you, a dignified vampire, be so easily slain by mere humans?”

With a crisp ‘smack,’ a red mark immediately appeared on Seraphina’s tender bottom.

“Aagh!”

Make no mistake, Seraphina’s cry was far from a battle cry heard in adult comics. It was much closer to the Wilhelm Scream from film and television.

“Mmm~ So soft and juicy, just like a fruit gummy~”

Iqiyah lightly stroked the reddened, warm flesh on her lap. Then, without warning, she delivered another critical strike—

“Weren’t you supposed to be here for a Pokémon battle? Why were you healing them instead? You’re a rather rare Pokémon, aren’t you!?”

“Who are you calling rare…?”

“You, that’s who!”

Seraphina was about to retort but was cut off by Iqiyah’s slap.

“I see you two know each other, don’t you? You’re a vampire, yet you’re so friendly with humans!?”

“Tell me, what is your current identity?”

“I, I am a vampire…”

“A vampire of whose family?”

“Yours… A vampire of the Scarlett family…”

“Then you had better remember!” Iqiyah declared loudly, asserting her dominion over her kin. “From now on, you belong only to the Scarlett family—no, you belong only to me, Iqiyah Scarlett! I forbid you from being as intimate with any other creature as you are with me, especially humans!”

“Understood!?” Another crisp smack echoed.

“Y-yes, understood!”

Iqiyah gradually built up a ‘lethal rhythm’; with every word she spoke, Seraphina’s bottom received a critical hit.

Though the HP deducted was minimal, the humiliation from the spanking plunged her into a state of confusion. All in all, her vision blurred, and her accuracy dropped by 50%.

“Mistress! Mistress! Please, stop hitting me…”

At this point, Seraphina could only beg.

“Stop hitting you?” Iqiyah scoffed, delivering another slap that sent ripples across the flesh. “If I stop, then remember your place! You should show humans no mercy, just like me!”

With that, Iqiyah finally ceased her barrage of attacks.

“Truly startling, isn’t it~”

Facing the ripe, yielding curve of her bottom beneath her, Iqiyah gave a light stroke. The touch instantly made Seraphina flinch, causing her to sharply arch her sensitive, tender back.

“Oh, what a strong reaction…”

Iqiyah felt a pang of guilt, then saw Seraphina’s pitiful, tear-filled, rosy face.

“Ugh…”

‘Wow, I’ve really struck gold.’

Watching Seraphina turn her head to look at her mistress like a small puppy, Iqiyah’s heart swelled with affection. “No pain, no pain. Let me blow on it for you, huff~ huff~“

She gently blew on Seraphina’s ‘critically injured’ body. Yet, even with such tenderness, Seraphina still twitched occasionally.

‘It seems I really did hurt her.’

‘I can’t hit her like that again,’ Iqiyah resolved silently.

“Ah, that’s right, that’s right! Your mistress has prepared a gift for you~”

Suddenly, Iqiyah remembered the grand gift she had prepared for Seraphina. With a flick of her small hand, three crimson shadows instantly flashed before Seraphina’s eyes.

“W-what!?”

The sudden appearance startled Seraphina. Before her hung three massive, crimson cocoons, suspended by strands of red silk. They seemed alive, writhing their spindle-shaped bodies like caterpillars…

“Ugh… ugh… ugh…”

They even emitted miserable moans that made one’s hair stand on end.

“Rip!”

Suddenly, the cocoon let out a crisp sound of tearing silk. From the middle cocoon, a slender arm abruptly extended.

“W-what!?”

The pale, withered arm twisted, then reached out, grasping towards Seraphina.

“Save… me…”

It was Avril’s voice.

“Waaahhh, it’s really turned into Miquella!!!”

“Miquella? What is that?”

Iqiyah tilted her head, her face full of confusion.

“This is the gift you spoke of?”

“Indeed. Be grateful. To receive a gift from the great Lady Iqiyah Scarlett is an honor countless vampires can only dream of~”

Completely oblivious to Seraphina’s terror, Iqiyah wore a satisfied expression. She was evidently engrossed in her self-perceived generosity and benevolence.

“Now, embrace the gift I’ve given you, and enjoy it to your heart’s content~”