Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 172

Chapter 172

How to help-

That was a question that wasn’t exactly easy to describe.

Beili leaned back until her spine pressed against the chair’s backrest, then tilted her head up to glance at Ashera.

His face, with its perfectly sculpted lines, was still sickly pale. He tilted his head slightly as if waiting for an explanation, a faint, characteristic curve lingering on his thin lips.

She suddenly felt that all of this was somewhat absurd.

She suspected this guy was intentionally playing dumb.

Her earlobes unknowingly flushed the color of cherries. Taking a sharp breath, she forced herself to calm down first.

On the other side.

Seeing that she remained silent, the black mist swirling around him couldn’t help but emit hoarse wails. Ashera straightened his body and withdrew his arms, moving a bit further away from her.

He began to float restlessly around the room again, his Black Robe leaving trails of ink-like marks on the floor behind him.

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he spoke up.

“I’m going somewhere.”

“In your current state, where can you possibly go?”

Beili gestured helplessly, her red eyes wide as she stood up and walked toward him.

“Wait until you’re back to normal before doing anything. I can have someone bring in more ice…”

“No need.”

A smile spread across the corners of his lips, and Ashera’s tone suddenly returned to its low, gentle quality.

It was as if just thinking of that place relieved much of his agitation.

“I want to go to the place you took me to last time.”

Beili let out a bewildered little “Ah.”

A place she had taken him to?

“You mean…” Her brow gradually furrowed, and her voice took on an unintentional chill. “You don’t mean the Flea Nest, do you?”

“I forgot; I think that was the name…”

Ashera tilted his head, his long, straight eyelashes drooping slightly. He looked as though he were carefully searching his memory before confirming.

“Yes, that’s the name.”

Then, he let out a low chuckle and sighed.

“Perhaps the atmosphere there can soothe me.”

“You’re not allowed to go.”

The words slipped out, her voice inadvertently coated in a layer of frost.

Ashera’s shoulders stiffened slightly. A hint of confusion surfaced on his pale face as he asked, “Why? Am I not allowed to go?”

Beili was speechless.

Dammit.

How could someone ask such an infuriating question so naturally?

“What do you plan to do there?”

Struggling to suppress her emotions, she asked the question she already knew the answer to in a harsh tone.

“I’m going there to recreate the scene from that night.”

His eyes were full of smiles.

Wasn’t that just seeking pleasure?

Beili froze for a moment. Once she realized what he meant, she rolled her eyes and reminded him crossly, “Won’t that just drain your Mana all over again?”

“Perhaps, but it will calm me down…”

Ashera nodded slightly as he spoke, then seemed to think of something else, the curve of his lips deepening abruptly.

“Oh, right, there is another way.”

He slowly shook his head and sighed.

“These chaotic emotions have muddled my thoughts; I almost forgot…”

“It doesn’t require much Mana, my dear Little Butterfly.”

“I just need to kill everyone there. Just like that night, I’ll cover the ground with their blood. The fear and the screams will smooth over the agitation in my heart.”

He spoke with a light laugh.

At the same time, thick, ink-like black mist rapidly billowed from his pale toes as they hovered in the air.

The black mist surged continuously, wrapping around his entire body.

In the blink of an eye.

He merged completely with the black mist. In the next second, he prepared to fly out through the hole the corrosion had eaten into the window.

A vast expanse of blue-green reached the window first.

A swarm of butterflies, their wings fluttering, sealed the corroded opening tight.
“You are not allowed to go.”

Beili also underwent Beast Transformation, turning into a butterfly to block the mass of black mist.

She cut off his path and repeated, “You are not allowed to go.”

The black mist halted in mid-air, and a man’s lazy, low chuckle drifted from the roiling darkness.

Then, a black hand coalesced from the mist.

The cluster of butterflies shifted, attempting to hide the specific butterfly that was speaking to him.

However, that hand gently brushed aside the Morpho Butterflies and caught her with unerring accuracy.

“Little Butterfly, why are you stopping me?” he asked slowly.

The black hand gradually turned pale.

In the blink of an eye, the black mist condensed, and the man with curved ram horns on his head reappeared.

The butterfly with iridescent blue-green wings fluttered once in his palm.

He lowered his head, his thin lips lightly brushing against her in her Beast Form.

“You know I can’t bear to hurt you,” Ashera said, his voice low and gentle, the corners of his lips curved in a beautiful arc.

Yet his intentions remained unchanged.

He sighed. “I’m just going out to do something to make myself feel better. Don’t worry, it won’t take long. Wait here for me like a good girl.”

“Or perhaps…”

With a slight flick of his fingers, the Morpho Butterfly in his hand transformed back into the young girl.

Ashera suddenly grabbed her hand. Black mist spread along her arm, gradually enveloping her.

“Little Butterfly, why don’t you come with me?”

“The last time you saw it, it was already the aftermath. You couldn’t perceive their emotions as they fell into immense terror at the height of their pleasure. It’s such a pity.”

Just thinking about it caused the gloomy cloud between his brows to dissipate, and the smile on his face became somewhat distorted.

“This time, you’ll watch from the side. You’ll definitely like it.”

“…”

Looking at the thick black mist on her arm, Beili’s brows furrowed tightly.

A second later, she said word by word, “Go. Back. And. Sit. Down. I’ll help you, alright?”

Hearing her agree, the man paused for a moment.

“My dear Little Butterfly.”

The thick black mist dissipated from the girl’s hands.

Gently lowering his hollow golden eyes, his expression was filled with a smile.

“I knew you would help me.”

Ashera took her hand and walked back, slowly sitting down on the edge of the bed.

With a light wave of his hand, all the Fluorite Lamps in the room went out.

The light grew dim.

All that remained were a few silver flames floating on the ceiling, flickering with a faint glow like stars.

He gently pulled her into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head.

The smile at the corners of his lips widened.

“Then, let us begin.”

Beili: …

This guy is faking it.

She let out a sigh.

“First, hold out your hands.”

Ashera became quite obedient now, submissively extending both hands.

His pale, grayish hands were large, and his fingers were long and slender.

Under the silver flames, the shape of his bones became distinct, glowing with a beautiful, dim silver light.

A smile hung in the corners of his eyes and brows, the curve of his lips unmistakable.

Beili’s ears burned intensely. She pursed her lower lip and, maintaining a straight face, took hold of Ashera’s hands.

She intended to guide him to touch his own…

She froze.

Because she realized that although the man was sitting down, there wasn’t a single unusual curve visible beneath his large Black Robe.

Doesn’t this mean… he doesn’t have any ‘feeling’ yet?

“You seem… um…”

She began to stammer again. After agonizing over it for a while, she asked uncertainly, “Be honest, what are you feeling right now?”

Ashera lowered his hollow golden eyes and answered in a raspy voice:

“Right now, I think you smell wonderful.”