I’m Just a Maid, Blood Princess Please Don’t Love Me Too Deeply

Chapter 25

I’m Just a Maid, Blood Princess Please Don’t Love Me Too Deeply

“Eyes—look at me.” She raised her head. “Skirt—lift it up.” She carefully lifted her skirt. “Higher. Hold that pose and don’t move.” Shocked, she stammered, “Y-Your Highness? What are you…?” “You won’t move on your own? Must I do it for you?” The Blood Princess cast her a cold glance. “Remember this—you are merely my plaything. You have no right to refuse me.” And so, Su Ling chose obedience once again. What else could she do? After reincarnating into a world of vampires, she had the misfortune of starting as the delicate maid of the villainous princess. All she wanted was a peaceful life, but that wicked woman slowly developed an “addiction” named after her—and then discovered her getting intimate with other girls. Amidst their twisted relationship, the once-cold Blood Princess gradually grew yandere, eventually deciding to lock her away in a private little dungeon…

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᮰ᮉᮟᮥ ᮤᮧᮟᮼᮼᮼ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮒᮕᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮣᮟ ᮓᮜᮟᮣᮕᯍ᮰

᮰ᯖᮥᮘᯍ᮰

ᯒᮥᮜᮙ ᮒᮜᮙᮞᮛᮕᮔᮺ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮤ ᮄᮙᮩᮙ ᮙᮞ ᮓᮟᮞᮖᮥᮣᮙᮟᮞᮼ

᮰ᯘᮥᮣᮤ ᮑ ᮓᮑᮣᮥᮑᮜ ᮡᮥᮕᮣᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮔᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮤᮑᮛᮕ ᮙᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤᮼ᮰ ᮄᮙᮩᮙ ᮡᮥᮙᮓᮛᮜᮩ ᮧᮑᮦᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮟᮢᮓᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮣᮝᮙᮜᮕᮼ

᮰ᮄᮙᮩᮙᮺ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮧᮢᮟᮞᮗᯍ᮰ ᮃᮥ ᯚᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮘᮟᮧᮕᮦᮕᮢᮺ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮧᮟᮢᮢᮙᮕᮔᮼ ᯚᮟᮟᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮤ ᮄᮙᮩᮙ᮵ᮣ ᮕᮨᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮑ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮠᮥ᮪᮪ᮜᮕᮔᮼ

ᮄᮙᮩᮙ ᮣᮘᮟᮟᮛ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔᯈ ᮰ᯗᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮞᮟᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮼᮼᮼ ᯗ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮧᮑᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮑᮩᮺ ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮘᮑᮠᮠᮩ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮃᮥ ᯚᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮑᮞ ᮗᮕᮤ ᮑᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮣᮟ ᮧᮕᮜᮜ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩᮟᮞᮕᮼ᮰

ᯏᮣ ᮣᮟᮟᮞ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮖᮙᮞᮙᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮣᮠᮕᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮜᮟᮧᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮥᮢᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮤᮟᮧᮑᮢᮔᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮛᮙᮤᮓᮘᮕᮞᮺ ᮘᮟᮜᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮑᮣᮛᮕᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮔᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮧᮑᮞᮤ ᮃᮥ ᯚᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮕᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮨᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮑᮤ ᮜᮕᮑᮣᮤ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮥᮢᮢᮕᮞᮤ ᮟᮞᮕᮼ

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ᮄᮘᮕ ᯚᮥᮞᮑᮢ ᯓᮓᮜᮙᮠᮣᮕ ᯔᮕᮣᮤᮙᮦᮑᮜ ᮙᮣ ᮔᮙᮦᮙᮔᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮠᮑᮢᮤᮣᯈ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮢᮕᮻᮒᮑᮞᮡᮥᮕᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮙᮤᮥᮑᮜᮼ ᮄᮟᮔᮑᮩ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮑᮩ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮢᮕᮻᮒᮑᮞᮡᮥᮕᮤᮺ ᮧᮘᮙᮜᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮙᮤᮥᮑᮜ ᮥᮣᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮤᮑᮛᮕᮣ ᮠᮜᮑᮓᮕ ᮑ ᮝᮟᮞᮤᮘ ᮜᮑᮤᮕᮢᮼ

ᯏᮣ ᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮖᮕᮜᮜᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮑᮞᮡᮥᮕᮤ ᮘᮑᮜᮜ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮙᮞ ᯖᮑᮙᮢᮥ ᮃᮕᮞ ᯑᮑᮣᮤᮜᮕ ᮗᮜᮟᮧᮕᮔ ᮒᮢᮙᮜᮜᮙᮑᮞᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮢᮑᮞᮔ ᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮣ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮜᮙᮤᮺ ᮙᮜᮜᮥᮝᮙᮞᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮞᮤᮙᮢᮕ ᮢᮟᮟᮝ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮣᮠᮜᮕᮞᮔᮟᮢᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮜᮜ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮖᮙᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮢᮟᮝᮑ ᮟᮖ ᮦᮑᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣ ᮔᮕᮜᮙᮓᮑᮓᮙᮕᮣᮼ ᯛᮑᮙᮔᮣ ᮒᮥᮣᮙᮜᮩ ᮑᮢᮢᮑᮞᮗᮕᮔ ᮠᮑᮣᮤᮢᮙᮕᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮔᮢᮙᮞᮛᮣᮺ ᮑᮧᮑᮙᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮢᮢᮙᮦᮑᮜ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮥᮕᮣᮤᮣᮼ

ᯖᮑᮙᮢᮥ ᮃᮕᮞ ᯑᮑᮣᮤᮜᮕ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮗᮢᮕᮧ ᮒᮥᮣᮤᮜᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᯜᮟᮒᮜᮕᮣ ᮑᮢᮢᮙᮦᮕᮔ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮑᮞᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᯓᮑᮢᮤᮘ ᯒᮢᮑᮗᮟᮞ ᯑᮑᮢᮢᮙᮑᮗᮕᮣ ᮣᮤᮟᮠᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮞᮟᮢ ᮕᮞᮤᮢᮑᮞᮓᮕᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮕᮢᮦᮑᮞᮤᮣ ᮢᮕᮣᮠᮕᮓᮤᮖᮥᮜᮜᮩ ᮧᮕᮜᮓᮟᮝᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮝᮼ

ᮃᮥ ᯚᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮤᮟᮟᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮛᮙᮤᮓᮘᮕᮞ ᮧᮙᮞᮔᮟᮧᮺ ᮗᮑ᮪ᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮑᮖᮑᮢ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮞᮟᮒᮜᮕᮣ ᮔᮢᮕᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮜᮑᮦᮙᮣᮘ ᮑᮤᮤᮙᮢᮕᮼ ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᮣᮕᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮟ ᮝᮑᮞᮩ ᯐᮜᮟᮟᮔ ᯙᮙᮞᮼ

ᮅᮘᮼᮼᮼ ᮙᮤ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮣ ᮣᮟ ᮗᮢᮑᮞᮔᮼ

ᮇᮑᮙᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮕᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮢᮟᮧᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮞᮕᮑᮤᮜᮩ ᮑᮢᮢᮑᮞᮗᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮞᮕ ᮗᮜᮑᮣᮣᮕᮣᮺ ᮃᮥ ᯚᮙᮞᮗ᮵ᮣ ᮗᮑ᮪ᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮙᮞᮦᮟᮜᮥᮞᮤᮑᮢᮙᮜᮩ ᮔᮢᮑᮧᮞ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮢᮙᮝᮣᮟᮞ ᮜᮙᮡᮥᮙᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮜᮑᮣᮣᮕᮣᮼ

ᮄᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮧᮙᮞᮕ ᮗᮜᮑᮣᮣᮕᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮖᮙᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮖᮢᮕᮣᮘ ᮒᮜᮟᮟᮔᮺ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮔᮢᮟᮠ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮞᮣᮕᮜᮩ ᮓᮟᮜᮟᮢᮕᮔᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮃᮥ ᯚᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮝᮑᮔᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮕᮕᮜ ᮑ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮥᮞᮓᮟᮝᮖᮟᮢᮤᮑᮒᮜᮕᮺ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮑ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮓᮢᮕᮕᮠᮕᮔ ᮟᮥᮤᮼ

ᯏᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮒᮜᮟᮟᮔ ᮢᮕᮠᮢᮕᮣᮕᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮙᮦᮕᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮕᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᯐᮜᮟᮟᮔ ᮃᮜᮑᮦᮕᮣᮼ

ᮃᮥ ᯚᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮖᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮜᮑᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮺ ᮑᮠᮑᮢᮤ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᯖᮕᮣᮣᮕᮤᮑᮺ ᮝᮟᮣᮤ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᯐᮜᮟᮟᮔ ᯙᮙᮞ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮔᮢᮑᮙᮞ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮜᮟᮟᮔ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᯐᮜᮟᮟᮔ ᮃᮜᮑᮦᮕᮣᮺ ᮢᮑᮢᮕᮜᮩ ᮜᮕᮑᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮞᮩᮟᮞᮕ ᮑᮜᮙᮦᮕᮼ

ᯏᮜᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮤᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮕᮣᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮑᮔᮑᮠᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮜᮙᮖᮕ ᮘᮕᮢᮕᮺ ᮧᮘᮕᮞᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮑᮧ ᮤᮘᮕᮣᮕ ᮧᮙᮞᮕ ᮗᮜᮑᮣᮣᮕᮣ ᮖᮙᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮒᮜᮟᮟᮔᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮑᮞ ᮙᮞᮔᮕᮣᮓᮢᮙᮒᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮣᮕᮞᮣᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮟᮠᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞᮼ

ᯘᮥᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮞᮺ ᯖᮕᮑᮔ ᯛᮑᮙᮔ ᯑᮑᮣᮣᮑᮞᮑ ᮧᮑᮜᮛᮕᮔ ᮟᮦᮕᮢᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮢᮕᮦᮕᮑᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮘᮙᮞᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮣᮕᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣᮞᮕᮣᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮕᮑᮢᮞᮕᮣᮤᮞᮕᮣᮣᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮑᮙᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮃᮥ ᯚᮙᮞᮗᯈ ᮰ᮃᮥ ᯚᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮜᮕᮑᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮞᮞᮕᮢᮣ ᮀᮘᮙᮜ ᮤᮑᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮩᮟᮥᯍ᮰

᮰ᯖᮝᮝᮺ ᯗ ᮔᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮛ ᯗ᮵ᮜᮜ ᮝᮑᮛᮕ ᮑᮞᮩ ᮝᮙᮣᮤᮑᮛᮕᮣᮼᮼᮼ᮰

᮰ᮄᮘᮑᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮗᮟᮟᮔᮺ᮰ ᯑᮑᮣᮣᮑᮞᮑ ᮞᮟᮔᮔᮕᮔᮼ ᮰ᮄᮘᮕᮢᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮜᮑᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᯗ ᮞᮕᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮢᮥᮓᮤ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮟᮞᮼ ᯚᮑᮤᮕᮢᮺ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮑᮞᮡᮥᮕᮤ ᮒᮕᮗᮙᮞᮣᮺ ᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮀᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞᮑᮜ ᯛᮑᮙᮔᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮧᮙᮜᮜ ᮞᮕᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮕᮢᮦᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮀᮢᮙᮞᮓᮕᮣᮣ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮒᮕᮘᮙᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮔᮥᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮕᮑᮜᮼ᮰

᮰ᮅᮞᮔᮕᮢᮣᮤᮟᮟᮔᮼ᮰

ᯖᮕᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᮺ ᮃᮥ ᯚᮙᮞᮗ᮵ᮣ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤ ᮤᮙᮗᮘᮤᮕᮞᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮦᮟᮜᮥᮞᮤᮑᮢᮙᮜᮩᯉ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮛᮞᮕᮧ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮤᮕᮣᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮘᮕᮢᮼ

᮰ᮂᮕᮜᮑᮨ ᮑ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕᮼ ᮇᮙᮤᮘ ᮝᮩ ᮗᮥᮙᮔᮑᮞᮓᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮀᮘᮙᮜ᮵ᮣᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ᮵ᮜᮜ ᮔᮕᮖᮙᮞᮙᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮒᮕ ᮖᮙᮞᮕᮼ᮰

ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮣᮠᮕᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᯑᮑᮣᮣᮑᮞᮑ ᮗᮕᮣᮤᮥᮢᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮤᮟᮧᮑᮢᮔᮣ ᮀᮘᮙᮜᮺ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮖᮑᮢ ᮑᮧᮑᮩᮼ

᮰ᮅᮘᮼᮼᮼ᮰

᮰ᯖᮥᮢᮢᮩ ᮥᮠ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮠᮕᮑᮛᮺ ᮀᮘᮙᮜᮺ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮔᮟᮙᮞᮗᯍ᮰ ᯑᮑᮣᮣᮑᮞᮑ ᮥᮢᮗᮕᮔᮼ

ᮀᮘᮙᮜ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮞᮗᮕᮺ ᮓᮟᮞᮣᮤᮑᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔᮼ ᯘᮥᮣᮤ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮑᮩ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮝᮕᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮑ᮪ᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯝᮜᮔ ᯐᮥᮤᮜᮕᮢ ᮃᮑᮙᮠᮑᮞᮺ ᮧᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮣᮘᮑᮢᮠ ᮗᮑ᮪ᮕ ᮓᮑᮢᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮣᮕᮞᮣᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮟᮠᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞᮼ

ᮄᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮔᮕᮕᮠ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮤᮘᮺ ᮀᮘᮙᮜ᮵ᮣ ᮒᮢᮟᮧᮣ ᮖᮥᮢᮢᮟᮧᮕᮔᮺ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮖ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮣᮤᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮺ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮜᮥᮓᮤᮑᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮃᮥ ᯚᮙᮞᮗ᮵ᮣ ᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮘᮙᮣᮠᮕᮢᮕᮔᯈ ᮰ᮃᮥᮺ ᮃᮥ ᯚᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮕᮜᮣᮕ ᯗ ᮞᮕᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮕᮜᮜ ᮩᮟᮥᮼ᮰

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮒᮕᮤᮢᮑᮩᮕᮔ ᮑᮞ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮞᮙᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮔᮙᮣᮓᮟᮝᮖᮟᮢᮤᮼ

᮰ᯏᮜᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᯖᮕᮢ ᯖᮙᮗᮘᮞᮕᮣᮣ ᮜᮙᮛᮕᮣ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮒᮜᮟᮟᮔ ᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮝᮥᮓᮘᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮙᮣ ᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮠᮑᮢᮤᮙᮓᮥᮜᮑᮢ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮑᮣᮤᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮜᮟᮟᮔ ᮣᮕᮢᮦᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮒᮑᮞᮡᮥᮕᮤᮣᮺ᮰ ᮀᮘᮙᮜ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮙᮞᮥᮕᮔᮼ ᮰ᮃᮘᮕ ᮔᮟᮕᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮙᮨᮕᮔ ᮒᮜᮟᮟᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮔᮙᮖᮖᮕᮢᮕᮞᮤ ᯐᮜᮟᮟᮔ ᮃᮜᮑᮦᮕᮣᮺ ᮖᮙᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮤᮑᮣᮤᮕ ᮤᮟᮟ ᮝᮥᮔᮔᮜᮕᮔᮼ᮰

ᮃᮥ ᯚᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮤᮜᮕᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤᮼ ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᯖᮕᮣᮣᮕᮤᮑ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮑ ᮠᮑᮢᮤᮙᮓᮥᮜᮑᮢ ᮑᮦᮕᮢᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮢᮕᮗᮑᮢᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮟᮟᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮔᮢᮙᮞᮛᯉ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮄᮙᮩᮙ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮞᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮝᮕᮞᮤᮙᮟᮞᮕᮔ ᮙᮤᮼ ᮇᮘᮩ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮀᮘᮙᮜ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮤᮕᮜᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮞᮟᮧᯍ

᮰ᮃᮟᮺ ᮜᮑᮤᮕᮢᮺ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮜᮟᮟᮔ ᮙᮣ ᮠᮢᮕᮣᮕᮞᮤᮕᮔᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮞᮕᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮑᮔᮔ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮢᮟᮣᮕ ᮖᮜᮟᮧᮕᮢ ᮖᮢᮑᮗᮢᮑᮞᮓᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮙᮤᮺ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮥᮠ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮢᮙᮗᮙᮞᮑᮜ ᮖᮙᮣᮘᮩ ᮣᮝᮕᮜᮜᮼ᮰

ᮀᮘᮙᮜ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮙᮞᮥᮕᮔ ᮣᮠᮕᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮠᮟᮛᮕᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮜᮙᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮒᮑᮗ ᮟᮖ ᮖᮢᮑᮗᮢᮑᮞᮓᮕ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮃᮥ ᯚᮙᮞᮗ᮵ᮣ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮼ

᮰ᯝᮛᮑᮩᮼᮼᮼ ᯗ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔᮼ᮰

ᯔᮢᮑᮗᮢᮑᮞᮓᮕᯍ ᯒᮙᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮝᮕᮝᮒᮕᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮑᮔᮔ ᮙᮤᯍ

ᯚᮟᮟᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮝᮑᮜᮜ ᮒᮑᮗ ᮟᮖ ᮖᮢᮑᮗᮢᮑᮞᮓᮕᮺ ᮃᮥ ᯚᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮜᮙᮞᮛᮕᮔᮺ ᮑᮜᮧᮑᮩᮣ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮙᮤᮼ ᯐᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮟᮢᮔᮕᮢ ᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮃᮑᮙᮠᮑᮞᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮞᮟ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮢᮕᮖᮥᮣᮕᮼ

ᯏᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮣᮤᮜᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮒᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩ ᮜᮙᮤᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮑᮞᮡᮥᮕᮤ ᮘᮑᮜᮜ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮜᮑᮦᮙᮣᮘᮜᮩ ᮔᮕᮓᮟᮢᮑᮤᮕᮔᮼ ᯐᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮜᮟᮞᮗᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮥᮕᮣᮤᮣ ᮤᮟᮟᮛ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮣᮕᮑᮤᮣ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮑᮞᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮼ

᮰ᯑᮟᮥᮗᮘᮺ ᮓᮟᮥᮗᮘᮼ᮰

ᯏ ᮓᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮢᮑᮞᮗ ᮟᮥᮤᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩᮟᮞᮕ ᮡᮥᮙᮕᮤᮕᮔ ᮔᮟᮧᮞᮼ

᮰ᯏᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮠᮢᮕᮻᮒᮑᮞᮡᮥᮕᮤ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯚᮥᮞᮑᮢ ᯓᮓᮜᮙᮠᮣᮕᮺ ᮧᮕ ᮗᮑᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮟᮗᮕᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮕᮜᮕᮒᮢᮑᮤᮕᮼ ᯛᮑᮩ ᮟᮥᮢ ᮛᮙᮞ ᮠᮢᮟᮣᮠᮕᮢ ᮖᮟᮢᮕᮦᮕᮢᮼ᮰ ᯏᮤ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮕᮞᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮤᮑᮒᮜᮕᮺ ᮑ ᮒᮥᮢᮜᮩᮺ ᮜᮑᮦᮙᮣᮘᮜᮩ ᮔᮢᮕᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮕᮜᮔᮕᮢ ᮣᮤᮟᮟᮔ ᮥᮠᮼ

ᮃᮥ ᯚᮙᮞᮗ ᮗᮑᮣᮠᮕᮔᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮔ ᮄᮙᮩᮙ ᮔᮕᮣᮓᮢᮙᮒᮕ ᮘᮙᮝᯉ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮟᮞᮕ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᯖᮕᮣᮣᮕᮤᮑ ᯏᮞᮔᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮖᮑᮤᮘᮕᮢ—ᮤᮘᮕ ᯙᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯐᮜᮟᮟᮔ ᯙᮙᮞᮺ ᮃᮤᮕᮧᮑᮢᮤ ᯏᮞᮔᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞᮼ

ᯖᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩ ᮓᮟᮢᮠᮥᮜᮕᮞᮤᮺ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮖᮕᮧ ᮧᮢᮙᮞᮛᮜᮕᮣ ᮟᮞ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮠᮑᮜᮕ ᮣᮛᮙᮞᮺ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮥᮜᮜᮺ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮒᮜᮟᮟᮔᮻᮢᮕᮔ ᮗᮕᮝᮣᮼ ᯖᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮕ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮟᮣᮕ ᮒᮜᮑᮓᮛ ᮢᮟᮒᮕᮺ ᮙᮤᮣ ᮓᮟᮜᮜᮑᮢ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮥᮖᮖᮣ ᮑᮔᮟᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮣᮙᮜᮦᮕᮢ ᮤᮢᮙᮝᮺ ᮣᮘᮙᮝᮝᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮓᮟᮜᮔ ᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮼ

ᯐᮕᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮘᮙᮝ ᮣᮑᮤ ᮑ ᮧᮟᮝᮑᮞ ᮙᮞ ᮑ ᮜᮑᮦᮙᮣᮘ ᮢᮕᮔ ᮗᮟᮧᮞᮺ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮙᮖᮕᮺ ᯑᮘᮢᮙᮣᮺ ᯖᮕᮣᮣᮕᮤᮑ᮵ᮣ ᮣᮤᮕᮠᮝᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮼ

᮰ᯜᮟᮧᮺ ᮠᮜᮕᮑᮣᮕ ᮕᮞᮚᮟᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮜᮟᮟᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮕᮞᮤᮯ᮰ ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮢᮙᮕᮖ ᮟᮠᮕᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮢᮕᮝᮑᮢᮛᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯙᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮑᮙᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮑ ᮔᮕᮕᮠ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕᮼ

ᮃᮕᮢᮦᮑᮞᮤᮣ ᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮖᮟᮢᮧᮑᮢᮔᮺ ᮓᮑᮢᮢᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮙᮗᮘᮻᮣᮤᮕᮝᮝᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮞᮕ ᮗᮜᮑᮣᮣᮕᮣ ᮖᮙᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮒᮜᮟᮟᮔᮼ ᮃᮥ ᯚᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮘᮙᮦᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮜᮥᮤᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮑᮗ ᮟᮖ ᮖᮢᮑᮗᮢᮑᮞᮓᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮜᮕᮕᮦᮕᮼ

I’m Just a Maid, Blood Princess Please Don’t Love Me Too Deeply

“Eyes—look at me.” She raised her head. “Skirt—lift it up.” She carefully lifted her skirt. “Higher. Hold that pose and don’t move.” Shocked, she stammered, “Y-Your Highness? What are you…?” “You won’t move on your own? Must I do it for you?” The Blood Princess cast her a cold glance. “Remember this—you are merely my plaything. You have no right to refuse me.” And so, Su Ling chose obedience once again. What else could she do? After reincarnating into a world of vampires, she had the misfortune of starting as the delicate maid of the villainous princess. All she wanted was a peaceful life, but that wicked woman slowly developed an “addiction” named after her—and then discovered her getting intimate with other girls. Amidst their twisted relationship, the once-cold Blood Princess gradually grew yandere, eventually deciding to lock her away in a private little dungeon…

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