Marishka and the Mysterious Light Ball

Obviously, Aleera had thought of something, and her cheeks turned red.

Vlad glanced at her—her chest heaving with each breath—and smiled faintly.

"If you like it, it's not impossible."

Aleera's whole body trembled, and her ears turned scarlet. At that moment, she realized she had completely misunderstood.

"I-I don't want anything like that!" she blurted out, shaking her head quickly.

Seeing her blushing face, wandering gaze, and nervous energy, Vlad let out a soft chuckle and decided to stop teasing her.

"Let's go. Come with me to meet your little sister," he said.

Vlad transformed into a bat and flew away. Aleera, still blushing, looked at the items in the bag, bit her lip, quickly closed it, and hurried after him.

Marquis Wilson's Mansion

In the room of Marishka—the beloved daughter of the marquis—a life-changing event was unfolding.

Once considered the most dazzling flower of Istanbul's noble society, Marishka now floated midair, her eyes blank and expression dull.

Aleera glanced at her. The proud and defiant girl from earlier now looked completely broken.

"Master... isn't this a bit much?" Aleera asked hesitantly, her voice soft.

"She just needed a lesson," Vlad replied coldly, shooting her a warning glance.

The look made Aleera swallow her next words. A chill ran through her. She didn't dare say anything more.

Then, as if imagining herself in Marishka's place, her face turned red again.

"Master really has... intense preferences. I'm doomed. How will I survive this?"

Flushed with embarrassment, she lost herself in a flurry of wild thoughts, imagining scenes that made her heart race.

Vlad walked up to Marishka, who still hadn't come to her senses.

"Did she break?" he murmured, looking at the beautiful golden-haired girl in front of him.

He reached behind her head, unbuckled the strap, and removed a saliva-soaked white ball. Then he gently lifted her chin and studied her face.

He didn't feel at ease until her eyes finally showed signs of movement.

That night, Marishka had been through heaven and hell countless times.

When she saw Vlad again, her eyes filled with tears.

"Does it still hurt?"

Vlad gently wiped away her tears as he asked.

Marishka nodded slowly, her expression pitiful—so different from the sharp, defiant girl she had been. Vlad untied her bindings, lifted her in his arms, and placed her on the bed.

As she looked at him with wide, tearful eyes, Vlad couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Illusions and the whip... what a powerful combination.

"From now on, I'm yours. Please don't leave me," Marishka whispered, hugging his arm tightly and pressing herself against him.

"Don't worry. You'll be my bride. I won't leave you," Vlad said as he looked at her—so obedient now.

She was no longer the wildcat from before.

"But if you disobey again, I'll enforce the family rules. Understand?"

"Then... when that happens, could you be... just a little gentler?" Marishka replied softly, trembling.

Vlad's eyes widened in surprise. The girl in front of him looked up at him, pouting slightly, her eyes shimmering with tears.

This script is all wrong.Is she really... that into this?

He stared at her for a moment. Instead of answering, he leaned down and gently kissed her on the forehead.

He took the warm damp towel that Aleera handed him and wiped the redness and sweat from Marishka's body.

Marishka gazed up at him, feeling the warmth of his fingers and the care in his movements.

Her whole body was warm, wrapped in a sense of happiness. She felt dizzy and sleepy, but she didn't want to close her eyes.

"Take a nap. I'm not leaving," Vlad said gently, stroking her golden hair.

After everything she had been through tonight, he was surprised she hadn't fainted already.

"Okay..." Marishka nodded softly.

As she listened to Vlad's whisper by her ear, she felt no resistance—only complete surrender.

But just before drifting off, she smiled mischievously and said, "Master, I caused trouble for you on purpose earlier. I did it intentionally."

Vlad blinked. "Why didn't you say anything earlier?"

Marishka closed her eyes and muttered, "I tried to... but you were the one who blocked my mouth."

"Pfft, hahaha! I can't!" Aleera burst out laughing.

Watching Marishka sleep peacefully, Vlad shook his head with a helpless smile.

He thought back to the banquet, when this same girl had run up to him to defend her friend and fight for justice.

She'd been arrogant and hot-tempered—like a little wildcat covered in thorns. He was sure she had hated him.

He hadn't expected it was all just to get his attention.

He shook his head again. What a troublesome method.

Vlad didn't stay in Istanbul for long. Less than a week later, he returned to his homeland—Wallachia.

Now, he sat in a carriage, examining a mysterious blood-red orb that had activated just two days ago.

Yes, after collecting the blood of three beautiful vampire brides, Vlad had finally unlocked his cheat ability.

But... it didn't seem to do anything.

Sitting in the carriage, he scratched his head, confused, staring at the floating orb in his mind.

There was only one line on it:"Absorb the blood of a woman with luck."

And that was it.

No further explanation. Nothing else.

He tried calling it, talking to it, focusing on it—but the orb remained silent. A completely unresponsive piece of junk!

Damn it. Is this what I get for being a good guy?

"Master, what's wrong? You've looked so gloomy ever since we left Istanbul," Marishka asked softly.

"Hmm... probably constipation. He gets like this sometimes," Aleera whispered with a straight face.

"Pfft~"

Marishka tried not to laugh, sneaking a glance at Vlad before whispering to Aleera, "You're going to get us both killed. Be careful—he might use the family rules on you!"

"Oh please, stop bringing up the family rules! Haven't you had enough these past few days? Be careful or you'll drown in them!"

"And let me tell you—don't drag me into your mess again! Or I won't be so nice next time."

Aleera glared at the girl beside her, who was barely younger than she was, scolding her seriously.

She never expected that the proud jewel of Istanbul's nobility—Marishka—actually enjoyed this kind of treatment.