Vampire Villainess: World Domination With My Yuri Harem

The dire wolf lay sprawled outside the estate gates. Dead. A loud munching noise could be heard as two sharp claws entered its wounds, tearing off the flesh and pulling out bits of meat from under the fur.

"Nom Nom Nom."

These claws, though extremely sharp, didn't belong to some monster but to a human girl. A girl with piercing wild blue eyes and lush white hair. Her small mouth was covered in blood as she greedily lapped at the wolf's meat, eating as fast as possible. She wore a thick, well-made dress crafted from the real fur of several monsters.

Her name was Fur. A wildling girl who, out of desperation and hunger in these wastelands, had dared to sneak inside this vampire estate—a place that stood like an odd black sheep in the snowy landscape. She had wanted to steal some warmth and meat.

And she had been caught red-handed.

At first, Krista's blood boiled at the sight of a human who had managed to find them even in this remote corner of the world. However, when she realized that Fur couldn't even speak like a human, let alone use the powers she had awakened, her anger shifted to curiosity.

Fur had grown up in the wilderness, far from other humans. Apart from her physical body, there was nothing human about her—not her behavior, and certainly not her constitution.

The name "Fur" had been given to her by Krista after she took her in. To Krista, Fur was merely a convenient source of fresh human blood. In exchange, Fur was given meat.

'Grrrr.' Fur growled as she noticed a figure walking behind her. A beautiful young woman dressed in a shiny black gown, her eyes cold as she pulled back her right leg and delivered a powerful kick to Fur's rear.

Fur rolled over on the snowy ground, growling like the animal she was. When she stopped rolling, she glared at Krista with hateful eyes, ready to pounce.

"Eating without permission again. Don't you remember what happened last time?" Krista spat, walking closer. Fur lost control, bending her strong thighs as she charged at Krista, her sharp claws raised.

Bang.

Another strong kick landed right in Fur's gut. It wasn't advisable to test the raw strength of a vampire.

Fur coughed, desperate to breathe, as she rolled back and forth, clutching her stomach.

Cough. Cough. Grrr...

Krista, however, wasn't in the mood for mercy this time. Her mood had already been soured by the letter.

She grabbed the lush white hair of the wildling and yanked her up.

"Enough freeloading. We're leaving this wretched place forever. And be grateful—you're coming with us," Krista muttered casually, not trusting Fur to understand anything beyond "meat" or "strip."

But Fur wasn't having it today. She lifted her jaw, armed with sharp teeth, and bit Krista's hand, the one clutching her hair. Cold red blood flowed from Krista's hand into Fur's hair.

"That stings, bitch!" Krista's grip only tightened. She lifted Fur off the ground and slammed her against the estate wall, an intense pressure emanating from her body as Fur was crushed against the stone.

Krista stared into Fur's eyes with coldness. Fur met the gaze with hatred and rebellion. Slightly shorter than Krista, Fur was forced to look upward.

The pressure only intensified.

"I took you in. I fed you. I kept you warm," Krista pressed her face close to Fur's, their noses almost touching. Fur's mouth was still filthy with bits of wolf meat and blood.

Fur growled back, refusing to yield. Fed and kept warm, sure. But what about the blood she had paid in return?

The pressure was bone-shaking. As a wildling, Fur's lithe body was sturdier than most human girls her age, even without using her newly awakened powers.

"You're coming with us. Either willingly or with broken bones," Krista spoke, pressing her forehead against Fur's, their eyes still locked.

Fur knew what the word "bone" meant, and it was clear this cruel woman wasn't talking about the bones attached to wolf meat.

She understood she was no match for Krista. Her growl subsided as she remembered what had happened the last time she tried to escape.

She had been on the verge of starvation, only to return to the estate, her dignity forgotten in the face of hunger.

She couldn't survive without this woman. Even though she hated her to the core, yielding was sometimes necessary to survive.

Slowly and reluctantly, Fur turned her gaze downward, breaking eye contact. In the wild, respect was earned through strength and brutality. Her instincts told her to obey—for now.

Krista released the pressure, causing Fur's body to slump against the wall before she fell to her knees.

"Good girl," Krista said, loosening her grip on Fur's hair and instead giving it a firm caress, straightening up the mess she had made.

Footsteps approached from behind them. Dianelle, clear and fresh but still dressed in her black cape, walked over.

"Mistress, I've packed up everything that came to mind. We're ready to leave." Despite saying this no bag or luggage could be seen with her. Dianelle's eyes shifted slightly as she saw her mistress petting the miserable-looking wildling girl, imagining what could have happened between them. "Is she coming with us?"

"She'll have to. I'd love some fresh blood at my disposal. Besides, she's a human—she has her uses." Krista pulled out a white silk handkerchief and pressed it against Fur's mouth. Fur tried to move her jaw away, but Krista grabbed her chin tightly, wiping her mouth clean forcibly.

'Grrr.' Fur conveyed her disapproval but didn't protest further.

"What about the servants, Mistress? There are still several inside. Are we really not coming back?"

"Not anytime soon. They're burdens, of no use to us. They're on their own," Krista murmured casually, straightening her posture and throwing away the dirty handkerchief. Her eyes fell on the fallen dire wolf. "If you hadn't killed this one, we could have ridden it. Now we'll have to walk." Her sharp look sent another chill down Dianelle's spine.

"I-I apologize for my lack of foresight," Dianelle blabbered, avoiding Krista's gaze. Krista, however, didn't pursue the matter. She stepped back, taking one last look at the magnificent estate that had been her home for years.

For a moment, her face was serene, as if she were remembering all the memories she had made in this place.

But as the memories flooded in, her serene expression faded, replaced by anger and danger.

Without a word, she turned away and started walking toward the east, expecting the two to follow. It was still late at night, but the vision was clear under the particularly bright moonlight of this region.

Dianelle followed three steps behind. And Fur, despite her displeasure, trailed about two meters behind them, her face in a pout as she walked with angry steps.

"World. Rejoice, I am coming!" Krista spoke out to no one in particular. Her breath foggy in the cold air.