Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 325

Chapter 325

Her toes curled and pointed taut, and she unconsciously kicked one of the curved Black Goat Horns, its edges lined with sharp, backward-facing barbs.

Ashera supported her with one hand while raising the other to gently stroke her fingers, which were tangled tightly in his hair.

His sculpted face still hadn’t moved away from that spot.

He was cleaning up the aftermath.

As though savoring dessert.

When Beili finally came back to her senses through the haze of passion, she quickly released her grip and closed her eyes.

She didn’t dare look at him at all.

Even though she had merely lain there without moving, she breathed wearily, strands of silver-gray hair clinging to her forehead.

…

A pale fingertip swept through the air.

Clean water instantly filled the bathtub, mist rising from its surface at just the right temperature.

Beili climbed in first, hugged her knees, and watched the man crouching beside the tub.

The silver-haired man in Black Robe had already taken a bar of scented balm from the low shelf and was examining it. His golden eyes were contemplative, as though he were trying to guess what it was for.

“That’s for nourishing the body. It leaves a nice fragrance too. Anyway, you just put it in the water,” Beili explained.

How had he recreated everything perfectly when he didn’t even know what any of it was for?

Ashera placed the scented balm into the bathtub.

The ivory balm dissolved the instant it touched the water.

A moment later, the bathwater turned the color of milk.

Ashera nudged her shoulder.

Following his gesture, Beili turned around and faced away from him.

From the corner of her eye, she saw that pale hand take the shampoo from the low shelf. He poured some into his palm and began working it into a lather in her hair.

“Oh… are you planning to bathe me?”

Even though that certainly seemed to be where this was heading, Beili couldn’t help asking, her voice thick with hesitation.

“Yes,” Ashera replied, laughter in his soft, low voice.

“I’ll wash your hair first. Once that’s done, I’ll wash your body with the shower gel.”

Oh, something like this…

“I can do this myself.”

Beili raised a hand, trying to reclaim her silver-gray hair from him.

Her ears felt hot enough to cook, but she did her best to make her voice as stiff as stone.

A strand of black ribbon floated from Ashera’s palm.

It wrapped around her wrist and bound it.

“I forgot to warn you…”

The corners of his cool, thin lips curved slightly as he continued in a leisurely tone, “You’ll have to get used to this too, because from now on, this will happen every day.”

…

Back in her original world, Earth’s two poles experienced polar days and polar nights.

During a polar day, daylight could last for six months. During a polar night, darkness could last for six months.

Together, the two made up an entire year.

The Far North seemed to be experiencing a polar day right now.

After all, Beili and Ashera had gotten out of the carriage, moved into the house, done certain things, taken a bath, talked, read for a while, and even slept…

Yet the world beyond the floor-to-ceiling window was still pure white.

There was no need for a magical Fluorite Lamp inside the house. The light pouring through the window was enough to dispel the shadows from every corner of the room.

When Beili opened her eyes, she discovered that Ashera was holding her.

Perhaps she had instinctively shifted away from his icy body in her sleep.

When Beili woke, she found herself with her back to Ashera, curled up at the edge of the bed.

If she moved any farther, she would fall onto the floor.

A pale arm, its veins faintly visible, encircled her from behind, keeping her from falling whenever she turned over.

As for Beili, she was accustomed to holding something while she slept, so when she first awoke, she found herself hugging Ashera’s arm.

“You’re awake.”

Sensing that she had woken, a soft, low voice sounded behind her, languid and tender.

Ashera seemed to enjoy the way she was holding him. While keeping his arm wrapped around her, he caressed her face with his palm and traced her lips with his fingertips.

Beili murmured an acknowledgment.

The thought that she and Ashera were truly living together now still felt somewhat surreal.

“Turn around,” the man behind her said.

Beili turned to face him and saw him propping his head up with one hand, his long, straight silver hair falling across his sculpted face.

His beautiful brows lowered along with his golden eyes.

He gazed at her.

A cold kiss landed on her forehead.

Beili took the initiative to ask, “What are our plans for today?”

The man pondered for a few seconds before replying softly, “None.”

Just as she’d expected.

“Then what do you want to do right now?” Beili asked instead.

As soon as she finished speaking, the corners of his cool, thin lips lifted in a smile. His voice was lazy as he said, “I want to kiss you.”

With that, he lowered his head and kissed her.

His broad palm covered the back of her head and exerted just enough pressure to leave her no room to pull away.
Cold lips pressed firmly against hers, moving with slow insistence.

Beili’s crimson eyes fluttered. Ripples spread through their wine-dark depths.

As for their earlier agreement to “kill the Youth Form,” Ashera did not seem the least bit impatient, even though she had yet to come up with a murder plan.

Beili was beginning to think he had already put the matter out of his mind.

It was as though all he had wanted back then was to hear her agree to kill the youth.

That alone had been enough.

Her ready agreement was proof that her relationship with the youth had fallen apart.

The most important place in her heart was vacant now.

…

A long while later, their lips parted.

There was now an unmistakable warmth in his molten-gold eyes.

Scorching and intense.

Beili cleared her throat softly and lowered her gaze in embarrassment, fixing it on his pale, beautifully sculpted collarbones.

“Um… Food, clothing, shelter, and transportation. Let’s start with the first item: food. How do you plan to arrange my three meals a day, my esteemed Mr. Ashera?”

She happened to be hungry anyway.

The hand cradling the back of her head and stroking her silver-gray hair suddenly stilled.

The man remained silent for quite some time before lowering his head and whispering something in her ear.

Beili’s face immediately darkened.

“Did I hear you correctly…?” Her brows twisted together. “You actually expect me to eat a dark creature?”

“I refuse!”

Beili protested with righteous indignation.

“A dark creature is meant to be used to absorb Mana, not eaten.”

“You’ll have to go to a Town outside the Far North, buy provisions, and cook me three different meals every day.”

“All right.”

“Milk, bread, cheese biscuits, fresh vegetable salad and fruit, stew, fried fish…”

Beili listed the items one by one. After giving it some thought, she added with heartfelt sincerity,

“You’d better buy a few cookbooks and study them while you’re at it.”

Ashera fell silent, his customary smile still hanging from his lips.

…

When it came to Towns near the Far North, the only one Beili knew well was Valniesnow Town.

And if he was going to Valniesnow Town, there was no way he could miss Lisa’s bakery.

Beili did not specifically mention who owned the bakery. Before the man set off, she simply drew him a rough map of Valniesnow Town and marked the names of several shops he had to visit.

Of course, Beili also suggested that she could go with Ashera, if possible.

Naturally, Ashera refused.

The man seemed to possess an innate talent for keeping someone confined.

Though he was hardly strict about it. The door was not even locked; she could leave simply by pushing it open.

But life was relatively peaceful now, and nothing was happening.

Whenever Beili considered the unspeakable punishment she might face after being caught and brought back, she decided against asking for trouble.

So whenever Ashera left, she used the time alone to continue teaching herself ordinary magic.

She spent almost none of her study time on offensive spells.

Instead, she devoted it all to Defensive Magic that could protect her.

As for Defensive Magic, to put it simply, as long as she stacked enough layers of protection and made them thick enough, it would not matter whether magic struck her or she willingly climbed a mountain of blades and plunged into a sea of fire. The damage she suffered would still be zero.

Of course, imagining such a scenario when she was still a beginner was rather fanciful.

Oh, and there was Teleportation Magic too.

The problem was that Teleportation Magic required her to draw a Magic Array and could only be achieved through a Teleportation Array.

A spell that allowed her to vanish and reappear somewhere else with a single incantation consumed an enormous amount of Mana. Her current Mana Pool was barely the size of a small water tank, nowhere near enough to pull it off.

That left her with no choice but to study the Magic Array for Teleportation.

The gale whipped the snowflakes into spirals and hurled them against the floor-to-ceiling window.

Beili pushed a recliner over to the window, piled several blankets onto it, then curled up beneath them and opened a Magic Book.

Once she understood what she had read, she expended some of her limited Mana to try it once for herself.

As she continued reading, her mind suddenly grew still.

Her life now seemed to be approaching the one she had always wanted.

Admittedly, Beili’s ideal had been closer to living as a recluse amid the bustle of a city. Here, there was not another living soul to be seen for miles around.

Still, she did not dislike it. In fact, she was adapting at an astonishing rate.

This was absolutely not Stockholm syndrome. Beili swore it on the Morpho Butterflies.

After all, Beili knew herself.

She had never been good at interacting with people.

Perhaps she truly was not suited to living in a community with other humans.

She did not want it to be that way, but she always seemed to bring trouble to everyone around her.

Though, to be fair, most of that trouble had been caused by a certain someone.