Chapter 65: Gloria’s Obsession

However, Gloria could no longer hear any words.

Warm blood flooded between her lips and teeth, and she let out a satisfied sigh, as if her whole body had been thrown into a sweet whirlpool.

“So rich… so fragrant…”

She moaned in a daze, each drop of blood like a deadly poppy that made her lose herself.

“This is the taste of Miss Vellandelle…”

Unconsciously, she reached out, wanting to wrap her arms around that slender waist, to completely imprison this sweetness in her embrace.

As the sweet liquid spread in her mouth, Gloria’s gaze grew even more hazy, saliva uncontrollably pooling.

A burning heat surged from the depths of her heart, spreading to every limb.

She felt her sanity collapsing, as if a deeper desire was groaning within her veins, wanting more, wanting to possess this unique sweetness forever.

Vellandelle could clearly feel Gloria’s sharp fangs sinking deep into her skin, a strange numbness mingling with the pain, making her whole body tremble.

The dizziness from blood loss forced her to lean back against the wall, while Gloria pressed closer, her other arm coming up to trap her in that narrow space.

“That’s enough…”

Vellandelle weakly tried to push her away, only to find the other’s strength astonishing.

Gloria’s breathing grew more rapid, the sound of swallowing echoing in the quiet room.

Her red hair spilled down, mingling with Vellandelle’s own strands.

“Just a little longer… just a little…”

Gloria murmured indistinctly, her fangs sinking in a bit deeper.

Her fingers unconsciously tightened, leaving faint red marks on Vellandelle’s waist.

Those crimson eyes were half-lidded, swirling with an insatiable greed.

Vellandelle felt a pang in her heart.

At this moment, there was no trace of Gloria’s former ladylike demeanor; instead, she exuded a sickly desire, like the scenes in the Game where one indulges with a female Blood Slave.

She tried to gather magic, but found her whole body weak, her power slipping away with her blood.

“Damn.”

Vellandelle immediately realized—this was Gloria’s unique ability.

When feeding, she could stagnate the target’s magic based on their level.

Her own level was obviously lower than Gloria’s, so she couldn’t even gather magic.

“Gloria, stop!”

She raised her voice, pushing Gloria’s shoulder with all her strength.

Only then did she manage to push Gloria away.

Gloria awoke as if from a dream, a trace of crimson still at the corner of her lips.

She staggered back, the red in her eyes quickly fading, replaced by panic and shame.

“I…I…I’m sorry, Miss Vellandelle… I didn’t mean to.”

She stared at the clear bite marks and blood on Vellandelle’s arm, her face paler than usual.

At this moment, Gloria was more nervous than ever.

She knew she’d lost control while feeding on Vellandelle, but it was only because Miss Vellandelle’s allure was too strong.

She hadn’t wanted this, either.

“You…”

Vellandelle pressed her hand to the wound on her arm, feeling the pain.

She glanced at Gloria’s anxious expression and felt helpless.

Vellandelle didn’t blame Gloria—after all, she’d agreed to let Gloria drink her blood.

“Don’t be angry, okay?”

Gloria spoke carefully.

Since childhood, she’d had many Blood Slaves, but without exception, they were all worthless consumables in her eyes.

Some might taste good, but they were just food.

Only Vellandelle was different.

She was the most delicious food Gloria had ever tasted—and the only one who moved her heart.

She didn’t want Vellandelle to have any prejudice against her.

“I’m not angry.”

Vellandelle sighed helplessly.

Her voice instantly lifted a weight off Gloria’s heart.

Miss Vellandelle was truly too kind.

Gloria looked at Vellandelle, and a subconscious thought arose.

If Miss Vellandelle could forgive her even for this, maybe she could go a little further?

Of course, that thought disappeared in an instant.

Constantly testing Vellandelle’s limits was not good; if she really angered her Miss Vellandelle, there would be nowhere to cry.

“Miss Vellandelle, can you give me a chance to make it up to you?”

Gloria volunteered.

“Make it up to me?”

“Yes. After all, it was your kindness, but I hurt you.”

“No need.”

Vellandelle shook her head lightly.

This made Gloria anxious.

“I must compensate you, or I’ll feel guilty.”

Looking at Gloria, who seemed sincerely eager to make amends, Vellandelle fell silent.

Actually, she was very angry, but since she’d agreed, there was nothing to be done.

She could only try not to dwell on it and finish speaking with Gloria as soon as possible.

Now, this person wanted to compensate her again.

If she refused and left directly, would it hurt Gloria’s feelings?

“Alright.”

Vellandelle nodded.

“How do you want to make it up to me?”

“…”

When Vellandelle agreed, Gloria first breathed a sigh of relief, then realized—what could she offer to compensate Miss Vellandelle?

What could possibly be worthy enough?

Thinking, Gloria’s hand unconsciously reached for the necklace at her chest.

She hesitated for a moment, then slowly took it off.

It was a silver chain with a red gemstone at its center, surrounded by scattered gold edges.

Gloria always felt a sense of closeness when wearing it.

“Miss Vellandelle, this is a necklace I cherish very much.

Please don’t dislike it…”

At those words, Vellandelle froze on the spot.

Had she heard wrong?

Was Gloria really offering her this necklace?

The necklace itself wasn’t important.

What mattered was the red gemstone set in it.

That gem was a Blood God Crystal, capable of enhancing Blood Magic power and suppressing abnormal conditions.

Of course, the earlier situation wasn’t something the Blood God Crystal could suppress.

To Gloria, it was more than cherished—it was her most prized treasure.

“No, it’s just a bite.

There’s no need to give me such a valuable item.

If you really feel bad, just treat me to a meal next time.”

Vellandelle shook her head, refusing Gloria’s compensation.

Gloria hesitated.

Perhaps, for her, she just wanted to give Vellandelle her most important thing.

But Vellandelle’s words made sense.

Her compensation was too much—it made her seem strange, as if her intentions weren’t pure.

“Then… next time, I’ll treat Miss Vellandelle to a meal.

Please don’t refuse.”

“Mm.”

Vellandelle nodded faintly.

The two fell silent, the atmosphere growing awkward.

“Miss Vellandelle, I’ll take my leave now.”

“Yes, Miss Gloria. See you next time.”

Gloria bowed slightly, her movements still tinged with unease.

Her deep red eyes lingered on Vellandelle, as if to etch this moment into her heart, before turning away.

Her skirt drew a graceful arc behind her, footsteps fading down the empty corridor.

Vellandelle stood alone, unmoving, until the red figure vanished completely from view.

She let out a soft breath, lowering her gaze to the two clear bite marks on her arm.

Her fingers brushed over them, a faint stinging and peculiar itch spreading.

She couldn’t help recalling Gloria’s usually restrained, elegant eyes—how they’d burned with frenzy and possessiveness while drinking blood.

“Looks like I can’t let Gloria bite me so easily in the future.”

In the Game, Seleste willingly became Gloria’s blood pack while pursuing her, yet Gloria never lost control.

Why, when it was her, did things become like this…?