Chapter 46: Forced Possession

"It hurts… Stop moving, it hurts so much!" Ivina's face was almost pale.

But Luo couldn't see it. Her sweetness drove him mad.

The uninterrupted climaxes and cries in this dark night, forever deprived of light, were so evocative.

　　After an unknown amount of time, Luo grew weary. One hand tangled in her disheveled hair, his calm gray eyes had just faded from their sensual crimson hue.

　　He looked at Ivina beside him. Her porcelain-like skin no longer bore the earlier flush of crimson.

　　How many times had she fainted? How many times had she pleaded? How many times had she suffered? He couldn't count…

　　Watching her sleep deeply, he couldn't bear to disturb her. Perhaps, if he gave the order now, he could compensate her and grant her the freedom she desired. But the hands that embraced her could no longer let go...

　　Her eyes, hair, cheeks, neck, shoulders, or even more intimate places—he left kiss marks on all of them. Almost as if to prove to everyone that she was his woman. He wanted her submission, to make her unable to leave him.

Lifting Ivina's arm, he smiled triumphantly yet bitterly, admiring the clear, red mark that belonged only to him—Dandel.

He swore that the rune of "Dandel" was given only once in a vampire's eternal life. Only his Ivina was worthy of bearing his name.

　　He exhaled deeply, caressing her flawless face, lost in thought.

"Someone!" Loli quickly dressed.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Have someone watch over her. Let the witch rest here properly."

　　Sunlight streamed in, scattered beams filtering through the thin glass, filling the room with warmth and brightness.

　　Listening closely, the morning birdsong outside echoed pleasantly in her ears. Blending with the gentle sunlight, the scenery around her grew blurry, yet her heart found rare peace.

　　Had she returned to the human world?

　　There was sunlight, there was warmth. Only then did her eyes find the vitality of life.

　　A gentle breeze brushed her cheeks, ruffling her jet-black hair.

　　Just like this... how wonderful.

"Finally awake..."

　　Ivina weakly opened her eyes but could not see the young girl before her.

　　Her body ached so much she could not move, and she had almost no strength left to speak.

　　"Water..." With a dry throat, Ivina instinctively cried out.

"Yes, yes. Please wait a moment."

Gradually, she could make out the figure of the young girl before her. At that moment, she was frantically pouring tea for her.

"Witch, you need not rise. Let your servant serve you."

　　Ivina did not refuse, but she still watched the young girl warily.

"Witch-sama, my humble name is Vasha, your personal servant." Sensing her new master's confusion, Vasha spoke up quickly.

"You?… What about Xiasang?"

　　"Are you referring to the maid who committed a serious crime?" Seeing Ivina's gloomy expression, Vasa immediately changed her tone.

"Xia Sang is still being punished. Given time…"

"How long?" Ivina's eyes were filled with sorrow, as if they had the power to pierce through Vasa, leaving her momentarily speechless.

"Well… it all depends on the king's will." She looked troubled, but then a bright smile appeared on her face.

"Why be so gloomy, my lady? If you were to allow Xia Sang to be released early, wouldn't that be a simple matter? All you have to do is…"

"All you have to do is what?" She admired the young girl's remarkable insight. She truly wanted to rescue Xia Sang, at least she didn't want her to suffer needlessly in prison.

　　She wasn't a servant; she was a friend.

"As long as the king comes, the master just needs to say a few kind words, and I'm sure the matter will be resolved quickly." Vasa blinked innocently.

"The king?" Ivina murmured the emotionless title.

This unfamiliar, cold, and extremely hierarchical title might be the only way she would refer to him from now on.

　　With a mocking sneer, Ivina tried to get up. But her body felt as though all its strength had been drained, leaving her limp and weak.

"Get up quickly… How long have I been asleep?" Seeing Vasha kneeling there respectfully, Ivina suddenly recalled the scene of her first encounter with Xia Sang.

"Well, Vasha doesn't know. Vasha has only heard that the King has favored a witch in the main chamber for the first time, and... it lasted for quite a long time!" As Vasha spoke, her face turned half-red.

Seeing that Ivina didn't react, Vasha explained further.

"Not only that, but you, as a newly appointed witch, were able to stay overnight in the King's chamber. Normally, even the King's shadow is rarely seen. Your luck has made other noble ladies envious! Not only that..."

"Have you finished speaking?" The pain she had been struggling to suppress eventually turned into a surge of regretful anger.

She hated herself for being so cowardly. If she hadn't been, she wouldn't have been forced to sign the contract, wouldn't have fallen into the vampire's domain, and wouldn't have met him...

　　The loss of her virginity and the immense emotional trauma. Could such an ordeal truly be called "lucky"?

Why?! When she opened her eyes, the world was still shrouded in darkness. This was God's cruel joke on her! The love she wanted to cherish was nothing but a mirage, and the lover she wanted to be with was so stingy with trust.

　　Vasha was silenced by the sudden surge of anger. She hadn't even had time to stop Ivina from forcing herself out of bed.

　　She raised her weak arms, the faint stinging pain so familiar. She gently lifted the silk scarf tied around them.

　　Accepting the unimaginable truth.