“Come out! Do you think all this mumbo jumbo is going to help? I’m not afraid!”
Though Sairi’s words sounded confident, the trembling of her calves betrayed her true feelings.
“Hahaha, I say, little snack, next time you lie, try to control your body better. Being so two-faced is hardly becoming~”
At the same time, Liliath’s head appeared cleverly above, right in Sairi’s shadow.
This sight terrified Sairi. Although she knew this was a world brimming with magic, Liliath’s ability to hide within shadows still far exceeded Sairi’s imagination.
Silence.
“How about that? Surprised? And that’s only the tip of the iceberg~”
At this moment, Liliath fully emerged from Sairi’s shadow, leaning gracefully against her scythe, radiating a chilling and dreadful aura.
“If you’ve got guts, come at me. All this sneaky magic won’t scare me! I’m not afraid of these childish spells! Only cowards run!”
Sairi gritted her teeth and shouted fiercely at Liliath. Having just fought up close, her attacks were constantly dodged.
Even her powerful strike had been absorbed into her own shadow by the Blood Princess. Now, Sairi was visibly flushed and irritated.
“Oh~ you asked for this, little one. Get ready, here I come!”
Liliath answered Sairi’s challenge decisively.
But to be honest, Sairi regretted provoking her, not knowing what other deadly tricks this Blood Princess still had up her sleeve.
Sairi stood firm on the obsidian floor, adopting her battle stance, carefully watching Liliath’s next move.
Every breath twisted the knife-like pain deep in her abdomen, cold sweat soaked her clothes, which clung tightly to her trembling body.
Liliath hoisted the massive “Crimson Moon’s Sigh,” her silver hair flowing under the moonlight, her crimson eyes gleaming with a terrifying glint. Compared to Sairi, Liliath appeared much more at ease.
With elegance, Liliath raised a pale hand, fingers splayed, releasing a visible, bone-white chill!
The surrounding air cracked faintly with the sound of freezing, a thin layer of frost quickly formed and spread like mist.
This was… Ice Magic! Sairi’s mind screamed in surprise, but it was already too late.
“Watch closely, little one, this is true power.”
A sly, wicked smile curled Liliath’s lips as she tapped her fingertips.
A bowl-wide, solid-looking beam of bone-white frost shot out from her finger like a giant serpent, leaving behind a trail of shattered ice crystals.
Though not impossible to see coming, the bone-chilling cold was so intense it felt like it could freeze one’s soul.
Sairi’s pupils shrank sharply; driven by survival instinct, she forced herself through the pain to roll awkwardly to the side.
“Shkraa—!”
The frost grazed her shoulder, missing directly but unleashing a terrifying cold that immediately seeped in. Half her body felt as if plunged into an ice pit; her blood seemed on the verge of freezing.
The ground she rolled on left behind a thick frost-covered trail, as if carved by an enormous ice plow. Her movements became stiff and uncoordinated from the cold and pain.
Just a touch of this frost, and Sairi’s body temperature plummeted; she shivered uncontrollably. Her arm that dodged the chill was noticeably colder than the other.
“Quick on the dodge~” Liliath laughed lightly, her fingers dancing again, “How about this?”
She stamped the marble floor. Instantly, spiderweb-like ice patterns spread rapidly throughout the entire hall.
Then, a dozen sharp, translucent ice shards burst out from the ground around Sairi, closing swiftly into a cage that trapped her in the center.
The cage glittered with icy light, sending a blast of freezing cold directly at her exposed skin. Sairi felt as if her flesh was cracking.
She tried to escape, but the ice spread too fast. The biting cold made her extremely uncomfortable, and even controlling her own body became difficult.
“Ugh!”
Trapped in the narrow space, the bone-deep cold worsened the stabbing pain in her abdomen.
She punched at the ice shards, but only felt agonizing pain in her knuckles as ice chips scattered—the cage was as hard as iron!
This ice was insanely tough! No wonder it was magic-empowered.
“Break it? With your tiny fists?” Liliath’s voice dripped with mockery.
A desperate madness flickered in Sairi’s eyes as she bent down and gathered her remaining strength and willpower into her Rainbow Sword, which blazed with a spectrum of colors.
“Break… it!”
She roared as the multicolored light flickered weakly along a crack on the blade, stabbing fiercely at the ice.
“Ding—crack!”
The Rainbow Dagger struck the ice, producing a crisp sound. The shard was dented and cracked, but the extreme cold made Sairi’s hands tremble uncontrollably.
Gripping the sword tightly and striking the hard ice caused it to fly from her grasp.
“Ah, it hurts, it hurts!”
She quickly withdrew her hands, cupping them and blowing warm breath into her palms. That strike had left her knuckles numb and aching.
“Pathetic.”
Liliath seemed to lose patience and waved her hand casually.
From her center, a visible ice-blue shockwave rippled outward with incredible speed and wide range, leaving no chance to dodge.
“Boom!”
The icy ring slammed against the crystal cage, shattering it into glittering ice dust. Inside, Sairi was struck by an invisible icy hammer and blasted away.
“Pff—!”
She spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with ice shards. Her body flew like a kite cut loose, crashing hard onto the courtyard’s cold floor and sliding before stopping.
The piercing cold seeped into every limb and bone; her blood felt like it was freezing. A thin layer of frost even formed on her skin as her whole body trembled.
The sharp pain in her abdomen was numbed temporarily by the brutal cold, replaced by a stiff, near-frozen numbness and bone-deep ache.
Sairi curled up, her teeth chattering uncontrollably, utterly drained of strength.
It hurt, it hurt so much!
Already sensitive due to her female body, Liliath had hit her mercilessly.
Moreover, Sairi knew the physiological differences between men and women. At such a low temperature, she feared some of her internal organs might be damaged.
Liliath carried her scythe and stepped lightly toward the limp Sairi.
Amazingly, Liliath seemed completely unfazed by the cold, walking steadily without slipping.
She extended a dainty foot clad in an exquisite leather boot and gently kicked Sairi’s frostbitten cheek.
Sairi’s cheek had stiffened considerably, losing its usual elasticity. Liliath’s touch barely caused any bounce.
Sairi’s strength gave out; she immediately reverted from her transformed state back into a black sheer nightgown, her hair returning to gold.
“See? Even holding back, you’re this fragile. What a disappointment.”
Liliath curled her lip, a hint of boredom flashing in her crimson eyes.
“But the punishment can’t be skipped. Since you keep trying to run and are so reckless…” Liliath’s face twisted into a malicious grin, “Let’s show everyone what happens to a disobedient little brat!”
She snapped her fingers, and the frost that had filled the hall vanished. The onlookers, well protected by Liliath, remained unharmed.
There were Blood Clan Nobles dressed in lavish court attire, expressionless Blood Clan Guards, and several Blood Servants in black-and-white uniforms with bowed heads.
All eyes fixed on the hall’s center, where the bedraggled Sairi lay. Their gazes ranged from indifferent to curious, with a subtle hint of greed barely concealed.
Public Execution!
Sairi’s heart plummeted.
The multitude of stares made her tremble uncontrollably, shame burning through her frozen nerves.
Her body shook, teeth chattering faintly, making a soft “clack-clack” sound.
She wanted to curl up, to hide herself, but her body was frozen stiff, unresponsive.
Damn this icy magic—it was too late now.
Liliath bent down, her cold fingers effortlessly grabbing the collar of Sairi’s garment and lifting her like a kitten from the icy ground!
Liliath swayed gently; Sairi’s frozen body flopped weakly.
So humiliating!
“Let me go… I—”
Sairi’s voice was as faint as a mosquito’s buzz, tinged with humiliating sobs.
Liliath ignored her. She walked to a grand platform where an ornate chair carved from a single piece of black obsidian awaited—her “Obsidian Throne.”
Gracefully, she sat down. Sairi, of course, was anything but graceful.
Instead, she looked like a pet, desperately curling into a ball and burying her face in her arms as Liliath swung her left and right by the collar.
In full view of the crowd, Liliath used one hand to press Sairi face-down, forcefully pinning her against her slender thighs clad in dark red stockings.
***
Suddenly, Liliath’s faint fragrance filled Sairi’s nose, the soft flesh of her thighs contrasting starkly with the icy hardness Sairi had just endured.
Now, this position—lying on the lap of a blood clan princess who looked like a little girl.
Sairi struggled to twist and break free, ignoring the frostbite spreading over her body, but her frozen limbs and Liliath’s deceptively delicate yet terrifyingly strong arms made her resistance utterly futile.
“No! Let me go! You… demon! Monster! Damn vampire!”
Sairi screamed with all her might, tears of humiliation streaming down her face.
“Smack!”
A crisp, sharp sound echoed through the silent courtyard!
Liliath’s fair, petite palm landed ruthlessly and heavily on Sairi’s rounded bottom!
Through the thin, frost-soaked fabric of her dress came a burning sting and a shame so deep it penetrated her bones.
“Ugh!”
Sairi cried out in pain, her body freezing momentarily.
Liliath’s strength was immense, making Sairi feel like her backside might crack apart.
“Smack! Smack! Smack!”
Liliath showed no mercy, her palm slapping rhythmically and forcefully against Sairi’s reddened, burning cheeks.
Sairi, unable to fight back, bit her lip to endure the pain, gripping Liliath’s thigh hard. Yet, Liliath showed no reaction.
The sharp smacks echoed throughout the hall, each accompanied by Sairi’s stifled cries and violent trembles.
The cold air battered her exposed skin, a cruel contrast to the fiery pain on her bottom—a torment of ice and fire.
After a moment, Liliath stopped. Sairi finally caught her breath, but fate was unkind.
A sudden gust of wind blew across her whipped bottom, the biting cold slicing through the burning flesh.
The instant contrast of freezing wind and scorching skin added another layer of agony.
“Perverted vampire, so fond of these childish tricks! I’m not falling for it.”
Sairi gritted her teeth and spat out the words, though her own behavior was nothing more than childish spite.
“Oh? Really?”
Liliath’s voice came again, and the chill in the air ceased, but her hand remained on Sairi’s sore bottom, stroking and rubbing it.
This terrified Sairi more—compared to direct spanking, Liliath’s touch was unpredictable.
“W-What are you doing, you pervert!”
“Don’t rush~”
Sairi barely finished her insult before a fresh wave of sharp pain shot through her bottom as Liliath pinched the flesh hard.
The pain! Though her hands looked small and delicate, they held terrifying strength. Liliath’s pinch left Sairi’s skin swollen and red.
“Not finished yet~”
“Huh?”
After the simple word, Sairi saw the wicked smile reappear on Liliath’s face.
Then Liliath raised her hand and smacked Sairi’s bottom again, lifting her legs and hips higher.
Sairi had no choice but to endure another round of punishment.
“Tell me! Will you dare run off again? Dare to steal my princess’s sweets again?”
Liliath asked with a saccharine voice while spanking, as if playing a delightful game.
After a while, bored, Liliath stopped. Sairi’s bottom was now covered in countless red, swollen handprints.
The once sunny and cheerful Sairi was now firmly pinned on Liliath’s lap, on full display for all to witness the Blood Princess’s overwhelming power.
After all, Sairi was strong in her own right. Though no match for Princess Liliath, dealing with the maids and butlers was easy.
Many maids blushed deeply, whispering to each other. The butler even covered his face, lamenting the reckless youth who’d angered Her Highness.
Vera watched with regretful eyes, likely preparing to tend to Sairi’s wounds later—this would certainly add to her workload.