The Creator God Was Enslaved by Her Yandere Sister

Gender: Female

Age: 15

Race: Elves

Level: lv0

HP: 100/100 (withdrawal)

Mana mp: 50/50

Muscle Strength: 10

Agility: 20

Stamina: 20

Intelligence: 400

Physical Attack: 2

Hit: 10

Evasion: 20%

Crit: 0%

Skills: level identification (temporarily removed), data modification (temporarily removed)

Chapter 25 The Feeling of Gradients

She was in great pain all over her body, and it hurt and itchy.

Feelings like this occur wherever blood flows.

Especially the two places where Hesti was bitten—the neck and the thigh, those two places seemed to be bitten by hundreds of ants.

"Lord... Master, Mi... Er... Na is willing to do... Please let me do it..."

Mierna said this sentence with a blushing face, resisted the pain, walked off the bed, and knelt on the cold floor.

Hearing Milna's voice, she felt that Milna's very light weight disappeared from the bed.

Histi just sat up from the bed with a lazy expression on her face.

"Kiss. ​​Know that my feet are much nobler than yours, lowly elf."

Milna was humiliated by her words, and the feeling of humiliation filled her heart.

She reached out to hold the little foot tremblingly with her little hands.

- No way, if you don't do this, you will suffer.

When I comfort myself like this, I feel self-esteem or something, and it doesn't matter much at this time.

As long as she could resolve the damn withdrawal and make herself a little more comfortable, she felt content.

No matter what you do for this, it is only part of the hard work.

——It's abominable, if there is a chance, she will definitely make her come back thousands of times.

Let her know this humiliation too.

"Hey, lowly vampire come and lick my feet—"

Mirna said this to Histi who was kneeling on the ground, looking at her lowered head.

There was a smile on the corner of her mouth.

However, fantasy is beautiful, reality is

Mierna lowered her head in humiliation and directly kissed her soft and boneless insteps.

Not as bad as expected

Taste or something, no evaluation.

Mirna is not someone with that kind of interest.

Otherwise, she wouldn't let go after a kiss, and there wouldn't be such a crying expression on her face.

But her feet are really beautiful.

The nails are pink and clear, without any dirty impurities, and the length is also very suitable. Not only is it clean, but also a faint scent of osmanthus spread into her nasal cavity.

"Huh? And your oath of loyalty? Elf..."

Sisti asked Mirna who was admiring her little feet.

"That... what is the oath?"

"Are you fooling me? Don't you say the oath to the master?"

It was only then that Mierna remembered that this group of vampires considered themselves nobler than all living things.

- They just like to hear the words.

Therefore, Milna said what she wanted to hear most.