Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 250

Chapter 250

More bewitching words sank into her mind.

Cold hands gripped her ankles.

Fingertips stroked upward.

They gently hooked up the hem of her grayish-purple gauze dress.

Just as he usually buried his face in the hollow of her neck, he lowered his face now.

The curved black ram horns, edged with sharp barbs, left a strange, icy sensation against her knees.

Like melting ice, he slowly licked past.

Beili’s fingers clenched sharply, and for one instant, her mind went blank.

Then it was flooded and occupied by new, bewitching words.

[Give me your love.]

[Only mine.]

…

Realizing what Ashera was doing, Beili wanted to grab him by his Black Robe and beat him senseless.

At the same time, she wanted to crawl under the bed, or into the wardrobe-anywhere she could hide.

Then shut off every one of her senses.

Because Beili could already hear herself pressing her lips together, letting out tiny, broken sounds.

And she could feel it.

With absolute clarity.

She felt as if she had turned into a cloud.

Frost melted inside that cloud, turning into fine threads of rain as it fell.

Her toes curled. She reached out instinctively, first catching a lock of icy hair.

The strands wound slightly, disheveled, around her fingers.

When she grabbed again, she touched the curved ram horns in his hair.

She pushed him.

Then a ribbon-like strand of thick black mist curled around her wrist and tugged it down.

Soon after,

besides those bewitching words, a feather-pure expanse of white flashed through her mind.

Like a soft mass

that melted the moment it touched her tongue.

…

When everything was over,

Ashera propped himself up and looked at her.

Beili saw that his golden eyes had gone dark, like seawater beneath moonlight, churning with desire.

He reached out and tapped the space between her brows.

Beili felt her eyes slowly close.

Her cropped top, gauze skirt, veil, and all the gold accessories she wore were removed one by one.

Ashera’s fingertips brushed over the Spatial Bracelet on her wrist.

Something was taken out after a bit of rummaging.

Beili could feel Ashera helping her get dressed.

From the feel of the fabric, it should have been a cotton-linen nightgown.

After a faint rustle, he lay down beside her, then pulled her into his arms.

But he only held her for a short while before seeming to remember something. He released her and sat up again.

A moment later,

when Ashera returned and held her in his arms once more,

his icy body temperature had become warm. Then it slowly rose, turning into the same strange warmth Madame Constance had when she slept at night.

Beili finally understood what this guy had been doing when he held her at night instead of sleeping-

stroking her hair, kneading her fingers, kissing her ears…

In the darkness, Beili could not help thinking:

Just how deeply had she been sleeping before to not notice all these little movements?

…

Time in dreams seemed to pass faster than in reality.

The sky should have been gradually brightening.

The room they had booked at the Inn had a window facing the street, and outside, the sounds of people walking and talking began to drift in.

“She’s about to wake up.”

The man holding her spoke in a low voice.

“The sky always… gets light… her memories… erase…”

The young man’s voice sounded faint and blurred.

Beili heard the man beside her let out a soft sigh.
Their voices grew even more indistinct.

Then the person beside her got up, opened the door, and left.

A long while passed before the door opened again and they returned.

That was when she woke up.

She opened her eyes and saw that Ashera had changed back into Madam Constance.

“Darling, won’t you sleep a little longer?”

He walked to the bedside, kissed her on the forehead, and asked in Madam Constance’s tone, “Or is there anything you’d like for breakfast?”

“I… What happened to me?”

Beili heard herself murmur, rubbing her side as she did.

There was actually a deep bite mark there.

And not only there. Her entire body was covered in traces he had left behind last night.

Ashera always left dense marks on her, like some kind of brand.

Only now, her Mana Pool had expanded, and she had accumulated quite a bit of Mana, allowing the Butterfly Family’s self-healing ability to work to its fullest.

After a night’s sleep, every mark he had left was gone.

Only the lingering ache remained.

“Darling, you don’t remember anything?” Ashera chuckled and sighed, as if nothing had happened at all. “You came back last night and climbed straight into bed before you even had time to bathe. No matter how I called you, you wouldn’t wake up.”

After he finished speaking, his gaze rested on her face.

As if he were observing her expression and her eyes, confirming whether her memories had truly been erased.

By the time they had slowly eaten breakfast, bathed, and changed clothes, it was already noon.

While they were having lunch in the restaurant at the Inn, Lance’s letter was delivered into her hands.

Beili watched herself arrive at the agreed-upon location with her arm linked through Ashera’s. She met Lance there, then went into the house with him to retrieve the clay jar containing the memories of the Year of Calamity.

“Luoluo!”

The red-haired, black-eyed young man turned around and smiled at her just like he had yesterday. “Since you have the memories now, what do you plan to do next?”

“Find somewhere quiet and comfortable.”

Beili heard herself answer. At the same time, she heard the young man beside her whisper:

‘I hate… this person…’

“I know a great place, Luoluo. It’s perfect for lying down and resting!” The young man stepped onto the carriage, then turned back and held out his hand to her. “Come on, I’ll take you there!”

‘He wants to steal… Little Butterfly…’

The young man’s voice came from within “Madam Constance’s” body, his tone gradually turning sinister and vicious.

Beili heard herself agree with a nod. But just as she started forward, the person beside her tightened his arm around her and held her in place.

Ashera, wearing Madam Constance’s skin, lowered his head and said nothing.

“Mother?”

She raised a hand and pressed her palm to the woman’s forehead.

‘Kill him…’

“There’s a clinic nearby. It’s the most famous clinic in Tilisha. Do you want to go take a look? It’s not far from here. Just one more street over.” The young man leaned half out of the carriage and pointed vaguely in a direction.

‘Hurry… kill him…’

She cupped his face in her hands, her red eyes examining him carefully.

The “woman” lifted her eyes and met her gaze.

This time, Beili finally understood what Ashera’s look had meant back then.

He had been thinking.

He had been thinking about whether or not to kill Lance.

“Mother, say something.”

Beili heard herself plead softly.

‘Forget it… She doesn’t like… things like that…’

She heard the young man’s sinister voice.