My wife is an immortal black snake.

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"Ah...? This... I don't think I'm in any problem, am I? Aren't I supposed to marry your [Loree] when I get back?"

"...Tsk."

His wife hung up the phone in a bad mood. Fortunately, he had finished most of his work for the day, so Yang Hao could only put down his phone with a wry smile. He decided to try to cheer his wife up when he got home. Thinking about the somewhat disappointed look on his wife's face when she was unsatisfied (actually, every day), he was full of confidence this time: he would definitely turn the tables and send his good wife to the clouds to satisfy her!

Of course, Yang Hao would never dare to say, "This is to satisfy me"—because Kosiche, in his current physical condition, should be able to handle it, or even be more than capable of it.

But if we include Monica, a genuine Ascended... well...

It's not that Yang Hao is being modest.

Who knows, the girl in the mirror, completely unburdened by her worries, might really make him bleed... Sigh! Who's the master and who's the servant here? Monica, Monica, when I truly ascend to heaven, I'll definitely teach you a lesson, you wicked maid!

...

With a strange and intense desire surging within him, Mr. Yang Hao sighed, stood up, stretched to loosen his stiff limbs, then took his phone and walked behind Karina, who was focused on her work, and gently placed the phone where she could see it.

"Oh?! Eh... Mr. Yang Hao? Please don't scare me like that..."

“You were too focused. I didn’t want to disturb you, but it seems I should remind you beforehand next time,” Mr. Yang Hao apologized to Ms. Karina for her startled scream. He reached out and touched Karina’s ear, a gesture of affection that made her shyly close her eyes, then she gently rubbed against him as if in a spoiled manner. “And Karina? You can rest today. We’ll get busy in Kazdel, so after handling the necessary work, take a good rest.”

"Um..."

She nodded, tidied up her things a bit, and accepted Mr. Yang Hao's invitation to go to the top of the land-based ship to enjoy the scenery and rest.

...... ......

And the other side.

After today's mess.

Ms. Northumber was lying face down on the bed, covering her upper body with blankets and pillows, burying her head in the safest and darkest place like an ostrich.

"What the hell did I just do...?"

-

Ms. Northum kept muttering this phrase in a daze, because she truly couldn't understand what she had just done...

Although she didn't have actual sexual relations with Mr. Yang Hao, even just using her hands was just too...

Not to mention, just thinking about how she had rubbed her lower abdomen against his thing, let him ejaculate on her, and even couldn't resist getting some in her hand and tasting it...

...

Ms. Norsen really wanted to commit suicide—she had let Margarita down, let down her identity as a "teacher," and even more so, let down her age as an older Blood Demon!

Norsen, you fucking can't do this—

(But come to think of it, it's actually sweet? Hmm... and tastes better than blood...)

...

Suddenly, a strange thought flashed through the mind of this ostrich-like old blood demon: to be honest, although Norsen had heard rumors that...one drop of semen was worth ten drops of blood, she realized after actually tasting it that while the statement might be an exaggeration, it was indeed more nutritious and tasted better than blood.

No?

What the hell am I thinking right now?! Is this the time to be thinking about this?! Norsen, Norsen, calm down, you fucking idiot!

Ms. Norson jumped out of bed.

She threw her blanket and pillow onto her bed, and then, her face flushed and still panting, she realized that, sure enough, the reason she was acting so strangely was related to Yang Hao's blood!

Every time I drink his blood, it makes me feel so strange. Who the hell would believe I have nothing to do with him?!

I absolutely have to find out what happened—

"...Nosen, Nosen! You can't do this!"

Ms. Norson slapped her cheek hard: What were you thinking?! The issue now isn't about figuring out what his blood was all about!

The problem now is that I need to stay away from him!

Last time I said it was okay to just drink blood, but this time I used my hands to help him get the stuff out!

What about next time? If you get any closer, Norsen, you're going to die!

It's fine if you're having fun, after all, he's a once-in-a-millennium good man—but the problem is, what about Margarita?! You have to think about your apprentice!

clap clap!

She patted her cheeks several times to calm herself down: after all, to be honest, Ms. Norsen really couldn't... get close to Mr. Yang Hao anymore.

Whether it's the upcoming studies, or any other work he's assigned... Ms. Norson must refuse, she absolutely must refuse...

We really have to refuse...

Ms. Northumbers made up her mind—but as she got out of bed and went to the refrigerator to use some chilled blood to calm herself down, her eyes fell again on the small vials of blood she had licked clean...

...

I must hold back!

Ms. Norson remained steadfast in her resolve.

Just as she was resolutely preparing to drink the bland, cold blood to get through this difficult period—

"Ms. Norson? Are you there? We're getting ready to go to the rooftop for afternoon tea, are you coming?"

Mr. Yang Hao's words suddenly came from outside the dormitory door, along with his alluring scent.

"..."

Ms. Norson sniffed, then glanced at the frozen blood in the refrigerator—blood she hadn't touched for over ten days, which she estimated was already rotting.

It's been in the fridge for so long, it probably doesn't have much nutritional value anymore, and it doesn't taste good either...

...

Forget it, let’s go take a look.

I'll start quitting tomorrow.

Ms. Norson closed the refrigerator door with a determined look on her face.

Chapter 150

12 month 9 day.

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, how many tomorrows there are!

I wait until tomorrow, but all things are wasted.

This is Ms. Northumber's current situation.

(Aaaaaaahh ...

I clearly said I would quit.

We had clearly agreed to end this chaotic and strange relationship.

but--

(But it smells so good, how could I resist if you weren't here, Margarita?!)

Ms. Northumber wished Margarita were here right now, because if Margarita were here, she would refrain from doing such a terrible thing out of consideration for Margarita.

But—it might be another day or two before Margarita returns.

To the advancing landships escorting twenty vacant mobile cities, the Kazdel region was practically within reach.

In Ms. Norson's eyes, Mr. Yang Hao's still-beating big stick was also very close at hand.

Her hand had already grasped it, and its head was gently pressing against her lower abdomen, transmitting an astonishing heat—why was this happening?

...

The reason was that Ms. Northumbers was prepared to personally propose ending this "strange relationship".

Then--

Ms. Northumbers noticed his still-erect bulge. She realized she had somehow managed to take her clothes off again, so...

.....that's all.

Ms. Norson discovered that her willpower was ridiculously weak.

She couldn't help herself whenever she thought about the taste of those things.

And then... that's how it happened: she took off her clothes, and then she took off Mr. Yang Hao's pants, and then... well, apart from [going in], things seem to be getting more and more radical.

At least initially, Ms. Northumbery only intended to use her hands—now, she felt it was a waste to use those things on her lower abdomen and wanted to use her mouth...

(Nosen, Nosen, stop the fuck right now!!!)

Ms. Northumberon groaned inwardly, yet her hands moved with increasing speed and force. She moved as if squeezing the last drop of mayonnaise from the packet, and the expression on her face contrasted sharply with her inner turmoil:

The more intense her inner turmoil, the more excited she became. It even reached a point where Mr. Yang Hao was beginning to feel some fear.

“Ms. Norson, you…”

"—Don't speak, don't tell Margarita, before she comes back..."

"..."

A classic case of saying one thing and meaning another—Ms. Northon has become vaguely aware of the flaws in her personality, and even in her character as a blood demon, but she can't control herself...

Then, accompanied by Mr. Yang Hao's comfortable sounds, Ms. Norsen gently took the tip of the penis into her mouth before he could ejaculate.

...... ......

Afterwards, they silently put on their clothes. Both Yang Hao and Ms. Norson knew they were taking another step down the path of increasing depravity.

The step before that was sucking blood, the step before that was using your hands, this time you're using your mouth, what about the next step?

Fortunately, Kazdel is almost here, and Margarita will be back soon, so... Northon, you should be able to hold on, right?

“Ms. Norson—”

Regardless, while Mr. Yang Hao may have enjoyed himself, Ms. Norsen is Margarita's teacher! Even if she struck first, ignoring her afterward is simply too much...

"—Don't say anything more. Our relationship will end after we get to Kazdel."

But Ms. Northumbers seemed to maintain her composure; after rinsing her mouth with juice, she turned her head away and gave this vague and ambiguous answer.

Although Yang Hao had a feeling that this old blood demon would do something even more unexpected, well... since she's said so, then so be it.

......

12 month 10 day.

Ms. Norson is still [leeching off others].

This time it was still done orally... but unlike last time when it was only done at the "last moment," this time Ms. Norsen used it throughout.

"Ms. Northumberna—Margarita, Margarita will be back soon..."

"Snoring, whooshing..."

"what..."

Margarita will be back soon. If nothing unexpected happens, she should be back in about an hour, dragging a well-wrapped carcass of a pest.

Even so, Ms. Norsen showed no sign of stopping. This was no longer "tutorial"; it was clearly a mutual stress-relief effort—but even so, Ms. Norsen was going too far...

She was now like a wild beast consumed by desire. Yang Hao wasn't sure if it was because of the "blood" issue she'd mentioned before, but he knew one thing: Margarita had a keen sense of smell; she would definitely find out what was happening, and—

hiss? !

Yang Hao felt a sudden, sharp pain in his groin. He looked down and saw that Ms. Norson's canines were now scratching at his sensitive area.

Ms. Northumber?!

"—You brat—don't think about other women when you're doing this kind of thing."

Ms. Norsen, you previously said this was just for "academic research" and "teaching"?! Does this mean you're admitting you were just making excuses for doing this?! If you really like it so much, I'll manually make it for you and send it over from now on—

No, you really don't need to. Even though I'm comfortable, there's really no need to take such a big risk... You agree, right? What if Margarita finds out? How will you face your student? How will I face my Margarita?

Ms. Norson, stop now, and go wash it quickly—it's not too late.

"What are you worried about? She didn't go in, Margarita won't say anything—" Ms. Northumbern persisted. Her face flushed, she briefly raised her head and whispered to Yang Hao, then smiled coquettishly, licking her lips: "And your blood really is problematic... I understand now why your blood made me like this... Mr. Yang Hao, you must have drunk something highly addictive before, right?!"

"what?"