The Blood Princess’s New Attire and a Familiar Game

“Mistress, please change your clothes first.”

“Alright, alright, I get it. Go fetch the clothes now.”

Like a kitten just rousing from slumber, Iqiyah hummed contentedly as she rolled over, languidly tumbling across the bed.

“Mmm, that was a truly wonderful sleep~ Seraphina, it’s incredibly comfortable to sleep beside you~”

Iqiyah turned to gaze at Seraphina, but her eyes suddenly landed upon a figure she had no desire to see.

“…Why are you still here?”

Facing her mistress’s unexpected question, Levian remained utterly impassive. She simply watched Iqiyah, who was still lounging in bed, with an unreadable expression, not uttering a single word.

“Fine, fine, I understand. I’ll get up, then.”

Unable to make Levian depart, Iqiyah could only pout, slowly coaxing herself from the bed.

Only after confirming with her own eyes that Iqiyah had indeed risen did Levian offer a slight bow. With measured, rhythmic steps, she then exited the room.

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The Blood Princess’s form was bathed in the soft glow of candlelight. A gentle, orange light spilled over her uniquely pallid vampire skin, painting it with a sepia tone reminiscent of an old oil painting.

She rose, stretching her body with the lithe grace of a cat. Behind her, the golden candlelight meticulously traced the contours of her youthful figure, casting delicate shadows across the subtle undulations of her form.

Her collarbones, slender waist, and modest curves—though the room was dimly lit, the interplay of light and shadow rendered every detail exquisitely clear, stirring a profound sense of admiration.

If Avril’s unrestrained generosity was a fiery shot of tequila that ignited the blood, then Iqiyah’s refined elegance was a smooth, delicate latte, embodying both the fresh creaminess of milk and the rich silkiness of coffee.

To declare which was more captivating proved a difficult choice. Yet, to Seraphina, the latte held a greater value for nuanced appreciation, especially when compared to tequila, which could easily numb the tongue if one wasn’t careful.

Perhaps lost in the mesmerizing sight, Iqiyah eventually caught Seraphina’s lingering gaze.

“Do you enjoy the view? Then take a few more glances; it won’t be available for much longer~”

Iqiyah’s lips curved into a knowing smile as she subtly swayed her body, unreservedly showcasing her exquisite figure.

Just then, Levian, who had returned unnoticed, knelt softly beside Iqiyah. In her hands, she held a slightly tarnished bronze dish brimming with crimson blood.

Iqiyah lowered her delicate hand, brushing the blood’s surface to gather a shimmering string of crimson beads.

Remarkably, the blood within the bronze dish seemed to leap forth, following the trail of beads. In mid-air, it coalesced into thick, finger-like tendrils.

As if endowed with life, these tendrils writhed and coiled. They traced Iqiyah’s hand, wrapped around her arm, and began to ascend towards her torso.

In the blink of an eye, Iqiyah’s previously exposed form was entirely enveloped by the undulating mass of tentacles.

Long-dormant memories from her past life flooded Seraphina’s mind. Gazing at the ceaselessly twisting “tendrils,” and having consumed countless visual narratives, she instinctively recognized their infamous counterpart—a monumental presence in the world of tentacle-themed media.

Yet, unlike the heroines depicted in those narratives, Iqiyah simply spread her arms. She allowed the blood tendrils to intertwine and coalesce across her body, ultimately fashioning a gothic dress with a black exterior and a vibrant red lining.

“Today is the day for [Instruction], so I ought to dress a bit more befitting a mistress~”

Perhaps the writhing tentacles had stimulated Iqiyah, for a faint flush now graced her cheeks.

“Levian, bring another basin of blood.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

While Levian was occupied fetching the fresh blood, Iqiyah glided over to Seraphina.

Having transformed into a vampire, Seraphina, who was previously a touch taller than Iqiyah, now found herself half a head shorter.

Confronted by Iqiyah’s condescending gaze, Seraphina felt a prickle of unease.

‘I have a distinct feeling something unpleasant is about to transpire…’

“Seraphina?”

“…Yes?”

Upon hearing Seraphina’s slightly bewildered response, Iqiyah’s brows subtly furrowed.

“Hm? Have I not instructed you on the proper way to address me?”

Two fingers, cool and pristine as jade, pinched Seraphina’s cheek, gently tugging at the skin.

As Iqiyah’s fingers playfully swayed, Seraphina’s cheek rapidly flushed, a stinging warmth spreading across it.

“I’ll grant you one more opportunity.”

“Mmm… Mistress…”

“Now that’s more like it. Commit it to memory.” Iqiyah released her fingers, leaving two faint indentations from her nails on Seraphina’s cheek.

“Now, get down on all fours.”

A question mark seemed to hang in the air.

Though utterly bewildered, Seraphina knew that obedience was her only recourse when faced with the formidable Iqiyah. She swiftly retreated a few steps, gently lowered herself to her knees, and slowly bowed before the noble Blood Princess.

She braced her hands on the ground, then slowly lifted her head to meet her mistress’s gaze, fixing her eyes upon those striking crimson orbs.

Iqiyah, meanwhile, gently pursed her lips, her expression grave, her delicate brows still knitted in thought.

‘Could it be… she remains unsatisfied?’

Seraphina’s heart began to race with apprehension. Yet, as someone who had consumed countless forms of media in her previous life, she naturally understood how to appease her current mistress.

“Woof woof!”

Like a small, eager puppy, Seraphina wagged an invisible tail. She crawled to Iqiyah’s feet, gently nuzzling against her exquisitely sculpted, radiant white calf.

“Pfft… you truly do bear a striking resemblance to a dog.”

Witnessing Seraphina’s eager attempts to please her, Iqiyah couldn’t suppress a burst of laughter.

Simultaneously, Levian arrived behind Iqiyah, bearing the fresh blood.

“Mistress, the blood is prepared.”

She knelt on one knee, holding the bronze dish aloft with both hands.

“Excellent. I have also decided upon the attire she shall wear.”

Iqiyah did not spare a glance for the maid kneeling at her feet. Instead, she merely dipped a finger into the elevated basin of blood, causing a crimson tentacle to coalesce from its depths.

“Feel truly honored! This is an ensemble personally fashioned for you by Iqiyah Scarlett!”

Iqiyah’s delicate touch graced Seraphina’s shoulder.

Under Seraphina’s horrified gaze, following the path of those tender, jade-like hands, crimson tendrils coiled around Seraphina’s shoulder. They rapidly spread downwards, first enveloping her shoulders, then her neck, her chest, and her nascent curves…

“Eek!?”

Just as they had done to Iqiyah moments before, the tentacles surged forward, instantly enveloping Seraphina’s entire body.

“Mmmph…”

An incessant, creeping itch consumed Seraphina’s body, compelling her to writhe involuntarily.

In a fleeting moment of disorientation, Seraphina’s mind replayed the image of Iqiyah’s slightly flushed face after her own “wardrobe change.”

Unlike her own mortified reaction, Iqiyah’s demeanor had been akin to someone savoring a delightful cocktail, her face devoid of any discomfort from the tentacle’s embrace.

‘Could it be… she was actually enjoying it?’

‘Truly, this is another world altogether…’

At that very moment, Iqiyah lifted a finger, and the tentacles covering Seraphina’s body suddenly converged. Like a flowing tide, they surged in a coordinated direction, gradually transforming from an unruly tangle into a meticulously structured web.

Concurrently, the tentacles’ hues began to shift. A portion turned pristine white, while the remainder adopted an ambiguous shade, a blend of deep blue and muted grey-black.

As they intricately interwove, they progressively refined and tightened, ultimately forming a delicate fabric. It now appeared utterly indistinguishable from an actual garment.

“Mmm… just like this~”

With Iqiyah’s words, the previously tumultuous tentacles instantly stilled. Seraphina finally managed to extricate herself from the constricting embrace of the tendrils, allowing her to scrutinize the attire before her.

From the neckline to just above the chest, a white base fabric featured a stand-up collar and delicate ruffles. Beneath these ruffles and a butterfly tie, a grey-black dress extended to her feet, adorned only by two symmetrical, slender white lines.

Paired with a set of pristine white sleeves, the entire ensemble exuded an aura of simple, demure cuteness from head to toe.

‘Yet… why does this outfit feel so eerily familiar?’

“Ahhh~ My cherished dream of many years has finally materialized!”

Seemingly captivated by her own creation, Iqiyah could no longer conceal the triumphant smile gracing her lips.

“You, kneel and sit!”

“…Yes, Mistress.”

Seraphina felt a surge of bewilderment, but nonetheless, she complied with Iqiyah’s command. She propped up her upper body, curled her legs beneath her, and knelt on the ground.

“No, no! Like this!”

With that pronouncement, Iqiyah’s body instantly dropped, demonstrating a flawless duck sit.

Observing Iqiyah’s peculiar sitting posture, Seraphina’s internal premonition intensified.

‘No way? Isn’t this another world? How could this possibly be…?’

With a touch of hesitation, Seraphina mimicked the pose, settling onto the ground and gazing up at her mistress.

“Precisely, precisely! Just like that!”

Witnessing Seraphina’s perfectly executed posture, Iqiyah’s heart swelled with delight. She shot to her feet with a swift whoosh, then—

She raised her smooth, jade-like hands and gently stroked Seraphina’s dark hair.

“Yosh yosh, good girl, good girl~”

‘Now I understand. It’s all clear.’

‘s*ave Girl… Sylvie… isn’t it?’

‘No, considering the current circumstances, it’s unmistakably Bloodline Girl Seraphina.’

“Can’t you show a little more reaction? Perhaps… something like, ‘Mistress’s hands are so wonderfully warm~’?”

Gazing at the utterly speechless Seraphina, Iqiyah displayed a clear hint of dissatisfaction.

“Oh, oh, Owner’s hands… oh, no, Mistress’s hands are so warm~”

“Please continue to caress me like this, Mistress~”

Drawing upon her memories of the game from her previous life, Seraphina took Iqiyah’s incessantly stroking, jade-like hand and pressed it with gentle firmness against her own cheek.

Just as Seraphina anticipated, Iqiyah, having been so eagerly indulged, was absolutely thrilled. A faint blush immediately bloomed on her face, and her cherry lips pressed together tightly, as if she could barely contain the torrent of laughter bubbling within her.

“Mmm… Seraphina?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Do you… happen to know about that? The… game thing related to the outfit I designed for you?”

Game…

Seraphina found it increasingly difficult to maintain her composure.

“…I do, Mistress.”

‘My actions were likely too transparent, allowing Iqiyah to notice.’

“Then… does stroking one’s head truly increase affection?”

“…Perhaps.”

Gazing at the blushing, heart-pounding, and utterly delighted Iqiyah before her, Seraphina was plunged into a chasm of profound bewilderment.

‘Where on earth did this person acquire such knowledge?’