Damn it! I really shouldn’t have let myself get sold at the auction house on purpose. This is terrible—not only did I fail to devour the buyer, but I’ve also ended up encountering a literal devil among humans, completely losing myself in the process.

This was Nymph’s first thought upon waking up.

Suspended upside down in the air, she struggled desperately, twisting and writhing in an attempt to break free from the ropes. However, Ophelia had tied them far too tightly. Her frantic movements not only failed to loosen the restraints but instead caused the ropes to dig deeper into her skin.

Just then, footsteps echoed from outside the door. A flash of panic crossed Nymph’s eyes, and her entire back stiffened like an iron board. As the footsteps grew closer, she froze in terror, not daring to move a muscle.

"Oh? You’re being quite obedient now, aren’t you?"

When Ophelia returned, she didn’t see the struggling scene she had expected. A hint of disappointment flickered across her face, but it lasted only a moment. The next second, she approached Nymph and lifted her chin with one hand.

To prevent the girl from biting again, Ophelia had dislocated her jaw earlier. Now, Nymph’s small mouth hung slightly open, unable to close, and strands of saliva dribbled down her chin.

Though this was unbearably uncomfortable for Nymph, compared to the sheer terror of facing Ophelia directly, she would rather endure this torture.

Ophelia gently pinched Nymph’s cheek and smiled faintly.

"Don’t look so tense. Are you really that afraid of me? Look, I can get hurt too, you know."

With that, she showed Nymph the already-treated wound on the back of her hand. But Nymph only shifted her eyes slightly—her entire body remained rigid with fear.

"Sigh. You’re not saying anything. At this rate, it just looks like I’m talking to myself. How silly."

"Oh—"

As if suddenly remembering Nymph’s dislocated jaw, Ophelia’s expression softened with a hint of apology.

"My bad. I forgot you can’t speak right now. But this is fine too—at least I won’t have to listen to your screams later."

What… What does she plan to do?

Nymph’s pupils dilated in horror. Even though she was bound and hanging in midair, she instinctively curled up as much as she could.

She had seen animals that didn’t kill their prey immediately. Instead, they would torment them bit by bit until death. Was Ophelia going to do the same…?

Soon, the angle grinder in Ophelia’s hand seemed to answer her question.

"Now, open wide. Your teeth are too sharp. For my safety as your master, I’ll have to… adjust them a little~"

The woman before her wore a breathtakingly beautiful smile, yet the words she spoke sent chills down Nymph’s spine.

To be honest, Ophelia hesitated for a moment. After all, this was a person, not an animal. Was she really going to do this?

But then—her gaze fell on the wound on her hand. Any wavering in her resolve vanished instantly.

If a slave doesn’t understand her place, who knows if she’ll stab me in the back later?

Earlier, Nymph had only bitten her reflexively, yet it nearly pierced straight through her hand. If not for immediate treatment, it might have left a scar.

"Be a good kitty and hold still. It’ll be over soon."

As she spoke, the pointed tip of Nymph’s little fang was swiftly ground down by the small angle grinder.

"Mmm…!"

An intense discomfort surged through her. Nymph felt as though she were being subjected to some kind of cruel punishment. She desperately tried to close her mouth, but Ophelia simply pinched her nose shut, forcing her to keep her jaw open just to breathe.

Amidst the grating noise of the grinder, another fang was smoothed down. Nymph twisted her body, struggling with all her might—even attempting to revert to her true form—but under the influence of the Slave Contract, all resistance was futile.

This was the first time she had ever suffered such humiliation.

Being forced to bare her teeth like some animal, only to have them ground down by a human… This is the ultimate disgrace!

Tears and snot streamed down her face uncontrollably.

Satisfied with her handiwork, Ophelia softly chanted a Healing Spell.

The pain gradually faded, and her jaw returned to normal. But now, as Nymph looked at the human before her, her fear had only deepened.

This woman… is more of a monster than I am!

"Good, good."

Ophelia pinched Nymph’s delicate, snow-white chin and smiled warmly.

"Now, tell me your name."

"I—"

Nymph hesitated, unsure whether to say Nymph or not." But then a sudden chill ran down her spine.

When she looked up, her face turned deathly pale.

Ophelia was still watching her, but the atmosphere had shifted completely. If before, her presence had been like the winter sun—cold but with a hint of warmth—now, only an icy, unrelenting winter remained.

"N-Nymph…"

Trembling, Nymph lowered her head and answered in a shaky voice.

"So your name is Nymph. Good."

With that, Ophelia stood up, hoisted Nymph over her shoulder, and carried her toward the bedroom.

What… What is she planning now?

Dangling over Ophelia’s shoulder, Nymph stared at the woman’s fair neck. A primal urge surged within her—Bite down! Sink your fangs in!

But reason quickly intervened.

This might be a trap! She’s testing whether I’ve truly submitted!

Taking a deep breath, Nymph suppressed the impulse.

Yet the next moment, she was hurled through the air. After a dizzying spin, she crashed onto the bed, her head spinning from the impact.

Wh-What is this? What does she want now?

Nymph instinctively curled up, pressing herself against the headboard as she stared at Ophelia with fearful eyes. Her entire body trembled, and an involuntary growl escaped her throat.

Seeing this, Ophelia chuckled softly. Instead of approaching immediately, she slowly leaned closer, clearly enjoying the sight of the beast-like maid being cornered.

The girl’s reaction was exactly as she had anticipated—body trembling, pupils dilated, breathing ragged and uneven. It was the unmistakable response of someone utterly terrified.

Once she felt the intimidation had reached its peak, Ophelia kicked off her shoes and climbed onto the bed. Then, she tossed a small pouch onto the mattress.

Something rolled out—a short, thick, purple rod-shaped object.

What… What is that?

Nymph’s trembling intensified. She could see it now—the look in Ophelia’s eyes had changed. No longer cold, but something far more dangerous, something blazing with… hunger?

Ophelia licked her lips, a wicked grin spreading across her face.

"I’ve always wanted a little maid I could play with however I like. But those strict folks at the association never let me have one. Now, though… this is the perfect opportunity."

She leaned in, her voice dripping with amusement.

"Nymph, as your master, I hereby give you your first order."

Her grin widened.

"Use your body to serve me—until I’m satisfied~"