On the Vampiric Lord's Submissive Side

A little short story from years ago. I don't remember what I was thinking when I wrote it, but if you have some free time, you can read it as a sweet little treat. (I'm not even sure it's sweet.) It won't take long, since it's really very short...

As a descendant of vampires, even if people don't have to be terrified of me, they should at least run away when they see me.

"What's your name?"

"Blood Skull. Pretty badass, right?"

"No. Pick a different one."

"But..."

"Turn right when you leave. Don't let the door hit you on the way out."

"T^T Fine, I'll change it!"

"Your name is Little Devil."

"I don't like how you look."

"But... but I'm used to it."

"No. Get shorter, grow your hair longer, and make your eyes bigger."

"I...??"

"No carrots for dinner."

"T^T I'll change! I'll change, okay..."

Why does she have to live on carrots, and why does she obediently lie down and let herself get topped whenever she's petted? This makes no sense!

Weak T, strong P · soft and adorable, prickly P · calm, scheming T

Also known as: When the Vampire Clan Went Vegetarian and Why Am I Always the One on the Bottom? [Please Follow the Author's Profile]

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