Chapter 2: Becoming a Part of Them

After today’s feeding, Noah carried a weakened Luoyao to the bathroom, meticulously washing her body.

Speaking of which, this vampire seemed to have a slight obsession with cleanliness.

Other vampires, after feeding on their blood slaves, would let them clean themselves—or not bother at all.

But Noah not only bathed Luoyao herself, she even thoughtfully applied body wash…

Noah’s palms, warm and soft, glided over Luoyao’s skin through the body wash, creating a peculiar sensation, as if her body were turning into a soft, bouncy gummy in Noah’s hands.

And during these shared baths, Noah always stood behind her, one hand spreading body wash across her entire body, the other gripping her chin, forcing her to watch her body being “humiliated.”

‘Ugh, this perverted vampire is so damn annoying!’

Luoyao screamed helplessly in her mind:

‘When will these days of living under her roof, being tormented and humiliated, finally end?!’

After the bath, Noah dried her off, wrapped her in a pristine white towel, and led her by the wrist to the living room.

Then Noah grabbed a hairdryer and began carefully drying Luoyao’s hair.

“I-I can do it myself…”

“You think I’m taking care of you?” Noah didn’t pause her work with the hairdryer.

Luoyao: “Isn’t that what you’re doing…?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, stupid human.”

Noah gently combed through Luoyao’s damp hair. “I’m a perfectionist, and you’re mine, so you have to be perfect too. If I let you handle yourself, it’d be a complete mess, wouldn’t it?”

Sometimes Luoyao couldn’t tell if Noah was being tsundere or just brutally honest.

Outside of feeding time in bed, Noah really did care for her like a doting older sister.

Sure, other blood slaves served their vampire masters, but with Noah, the roles were completely reversed.

Once her hair was dry, Noah pinched Luoyao’s cheek with satisfaction and smiled. “Alright, go to class.”

Class wasn’t the kind of academic lesson found in the human world.

Captured prey had to attend at least three classes a week, and the curriculum was:

How to properly serve your vampire master.

Luoyao had already attended one class the day she was captured.

At first, she didn’t understand—why did she, a plaything in the hands of vampires, need to learn how to serve them?

Wasn’t it enough to just lie there and let them feed on her day and night?

But after one class, Luoyao realized she’d been too naive.

Apparently, to ensure the most comfortable treatment and to train the most obedient servants, the vampires had devised a comprehensive teaching plan.

It could be said that if Luoyao ever managed to escape Noah’s grasp, she could land a perfect job as a maid with the skills she’d learned in class.

Vampire Technical Academy, guaranteed job placement upon graduation! Enroll now!

Luoyao shook her head, trying to clear out these ridiculous thoughts.

Noah pulled a set of normal girls’ clothes from her bedroom closet and tossed them onto Luoyao’s lap. “Put these on. They’re some of the few normal clothes I own.”

“You actually know most of your clothes are abnormal…?” Luoyao muttered under her breath.

“What was that?” Noah glared.

“Nothing!”

“Tch, hurry up and change, or you’ll be late.”

Muttering: “You know I’m almost late, yet you kissed me for so damn long…”

“What are you mumbling about now?”

Luoyao didn’t answer this time, quickly changing into the clothes and rushing out the door in a panic.

Noah listened to the fading sound of footsteps, and after a moment, she smiled.

As a top-tier vampire, not only could she hear every word of Luoyao’s muttering, she could even read her thoughts with ease.

She just loved seeing Luoyao flustered in her presence.

“Pretty amusing. I really don’t want to let you go.”

***

Luoyao headed out, stepping onto the wooden floor and making her way to the top floor of the building.

It was a multi-story castle-like structure, and the classroom for blood slaves was set in a room at the very top.

Luoyao’s “classmates” were few, maybe a dozen or so.

But as far as she knew, this castle housed at least a hundred vampires.

Too many wolves, too little meat—Luoyao feared that one day, on her way to class, a hungry vampire might just gobble her up.

If that happened, would Noah avenge her?

Or… would she not care about her life at all?

If Luoyao died, Noah could just grab another blood s*ave.

The thought made Luoyao’s heart ache, and she even wondered if she was developing Stockholm syndrome.

Lost in her chaotic thoughts, Luoyao arrived at the classroom.

The room’s layout and decor had a medieval European vibe, with soft moonlight streaming in through a skylight in the ceiling.

But today, there seemed to be far fewer classmates than two days ago.

Luoyao approached a girl and greeted her softly.

“Xiaan, you’re here too.”

The girl named Xiaan turned, her pale face forcing a smile as she said tiredly, “Yeah, if I didn’t come, I’d be tortured.”

Luoyao gave a bitter smile.

Xiaan had been captured by a vampire half a month ago and was one of the more rebellious blood slaves.

The vampire who took her had locked her in a bedroom for a full week of taming before she finally settled down.

When Luoyao first came to class two days ago, she’d sat next to Xiaan.

This friendly-looking girl had been kind to Luoyao, secretly sharing blood-replenishing snacks and the like.

Luoyao glanced around at the other seats in the classroom, then asked, “Why are there so few people today? Last time, there were over ten of us.”

Xiaan shook her head, clueless. “No idea. Maybe some of them escaped?”

“Oh, if that’s true, good for them.”

Blood slaves naturally developed a sense of camaraderie, bonded by their shared suffering.

After all, they were all captured to be exploited, stripped of any human rights in this vampire castle, their sole purpose being to serve as food and entertainment for the vampires.

So hearing that someone might have escaped made Luoyao genuinely happy for them.

And… if escaping was possible, then maybe Luoyao had a chance to leave too.

But looking at Xiaan, whose face was pale from torment, Luoyao’s thoughts of escape dimmed.

Xiaan had tried escaping multiple times, all without success.

Those girls who did escape must have had the goddess of luck on their side—

“They didn’t escape.”

A sultry, mature voice came from the classroom doorway.

Luoyao looked over to see a tall, graceful woman stride in.

Her radiant blonde hair gleamed, and she wore frameless glasses, behind which were captivating, peach-blossom eyes.

The woman wore a white blouse, the top two buttons undone, revealing her swan-like neck and delicate collarbone.

Beneath the blouse, her full figure strained against the fabric, the third button heroically holding the shirt together, with glimpses of black lace lingerie visible through the gaps.

A tight pencil skirt accentuated her stunning lower body, its short hem threatening to reveal more with every slightly larger step.

Her bare, elegant legs were eye-catching, the muscles of her thighs trembling slightly with each step, her high heels adding a seductive charm.

Her name was Huangwei, the teacher for Luoyao and the other blood slaves.

“Those classmates who didn’t show up didn’t escape.”

Huangwei sauntered to the podium, her crimson eyes sweeping over everyone present.

Then, with a bewitching smile, she said,

“Because they were utterly disobedient to vampire rule, they’ve… become a permanent part of their masters, understand?”