Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 49

“…You want me to teach you?”

Catching the key words, Beili lowered her eyes and murmured softly, releasing Ashera’s neck. “So you still haven’t recovered your Mana.”

“That’s right.”

Ashera let out a light laugh, lazily saying, “So, in the current situation, I’m of no help to you. Do you understand, my dear Little Butterfly?”

The man’s face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood. His golden eyes looked hollow, and a seemingly relaxed smile hung on his cold, thin lips.

Beili pressed her lips together, silently watching him.

Then, Ashera took her hand and placed it on the sunken spot on his left chest.

“Did you forget? My heart is gone.”

He spoke in a slightly bitter tone:

“Just as you said, even an angel would fall if their heart was ripped out… Let alone me.”

“So…”

A barely noticeable smile appeared at the corner of Ashera’s mouth. His hand unconsciously slipped around her waist, then suddenly pulled her close.

“Don’t treat me as an angel who can grant wishes, you foolish Little Butterfly.”

He pressed her tightly into his cold embrace, the corners of his mouth slowly lifting. “If you want me to help you fulfill your wish, you must offer a sacrifice.”

Beili struggled for a moment, her back and waist tightly bound by Ashera’s arms, making it a little hard to breathe.

Ashera lowered his head, the tip of his nose lightly touching her forehead, his hollow golden eyes ‘gazing’ at her.

“Dear Little Butterfly, have you decided what sacrifice you want to offer?”

His thin lips curled up, and he spoke gently: “Or, would you rather let me taste your eyes, or eat your heart?”

A cold sense of oppression and the scent of blood rushed to her nose.

Beili’s mind raced, her eyes dropping unconsciously to his still sunken left chest.

From the perfectly cut hexagram-shaped opening at the top of the tent, a slanting beam of light fell across the Young Woman’s face.

Her long, curled lashes trembled lightly. Her red eyes paused, and she spoke slowly:

“Last time in the Dream Domain, I found the door to the third floor of the Holy Island Academy library. Inside, there’s a Book of Truth. Through it, you can learn where your stolen heart is hidden, or how to retrieve it…”

As she spoke, she could feel Ashera’s arms tightening around her, as if he wanted to merge her into his body.

His hollow golden eyes had no focus, yet seemed to see right through her.

This made Beili feel vaguely uneasy.

She took a quiet breath, keeping her tone calm, and said, “I only need you to find a way to enter the Hunt Banquet venue tomorrow and help me eliminate the hunters.”

Then, with a twist of her wrist, Beili took out a green bead, looking like a glass marble, from her Spatial Bracelet.

“I’m not someone who breaks promises. This is the concentrated potion I promised you before. If you agree, I’ll give you one more right now.”

Ashera’s hollow golden eyes narrowed slightly as he ‘looked’ at the bead glowing green in her hand.

He raised his eyebrows, let out a soft laugh, then parted his cold, thin lips, signaling her to feed him personally.

Beili rolled her eyes inwardly, then raised her hand and placed the concentrated healing potion into his mouth.

After a crisp ‘crack’ as it shattered, Ashera’s Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed.

He seemed quite satisfied with the concentrated potion. Beili felt Ashera’s grip on her back and waist loosen a little.

He turned his head with a half-smile, his tone lazy and meaningful: “Not a bad taste. Where’s the other one?”

Hearing this, the unease in Beili’s heart faded, replaced by a surge of joy.

So, she took out the last concentrated potion from her Spatial Bracelet and placed it on Ashera’s cold, thin lips herself.
Ashera’s smile deepened at the corners of his lips after swallowing, a trace of satisfaction flickering in his eyes.

“This really does make me feel a little better,” he sighed.

Beili looked up at him, a hint of anticipation rising in her crimson eyes. “…So, do you agree to this deal?”

Ashera let out a soft laugh, drawing out the end of his contemplation, a strange smile gradually curling on his face.

“My dear Little Butterfly… If you say you wish to see me at the event tomorrow and hope for my company, then I am happy to accept your invitation.”

His tone was gentle and unhurried, but he added with a touch of regret:

“However, if you’re trying to tempt me with a cheap prop like the Book of Truth, then I’m afraid I must disappoint you-I have no interest in it.”

“After all, you and I both know-reopening the Dream Domain is no easy feat for you. Who knows how long we’d have to wait in endless anticipation? Most of the time, you’re only willing to absorb the Mana of the dead, reeking of decay.”

He raised his wrist, flicking away invisible dust from his pale fingertips, chuckling carelessly. “By the time you manage to open the Dream Domain and lead me to the Book of Truth, perhaps I’ll have already reclaimed my heart.”

…

“Are you toying with me?”

Beili’s lips pressed into a thin line, her gem-like crimson eyes narrowing, as if dozens of Morpho Butterflies with shimmering blue-green wings fluttered around her.

“You misunderstand again. I have no intention of toying with you.”

His cold fingertip slid from the corner of her lips down to her chin.

He said, “I’m only kindly reminding you, don’t try to exchange inferior offerings for someone’s pity, my dear Little Butterfly.”

“And don’t mention things I’ve already lost after threatening me.”

His deep voice dropped even lower, as if whispering intimate words between lovers.

The next second.

He suddenly gripped her neck hard, his expression twisting for a moment, a shadow of cruelty crossing his face.

“Because that makes me very, very angry.”

The Morpho Butterflies swirling around her paused, then beat their wings rapidly, all surging toward Ashera’s hand clamped around her delicate neck.

Just as they were about to touch his pale, icy skin, they were mercilessly swallowed by a dense black mist.

Beili clutched tightly at Ashera’s sunken left chest, trembling with rage, her face ashen.

The scene didn’t last long.

In the blink of an eye.

Ashera’s languid smile returned.

He released her neck, his cold fingertips brushing Beili’s cheek, which was flushed with anger.

“Don’t be upset, Little Butterfly.”

As he spoke, he gently tucked a stray lock of her silver-gray hair behind her ear.

“As you wish, I’ll appear at the Hunt Banquet tomorrow, right at the very center of the grounds.”

“Come find me…”

Ashera, as if to comfort her, lightly patted her back, which trembled with the rise and fall of her chest, his voice impossibly gentle:

“If you can find me among that crowd of inferior creatures, I’ll play with you for a while. But you’d better consider carefully whether I’m truly worthy of your trust, my dear Little Butterfly.”

With that, Ashera let go of her.

Beili stared at him for a moment, then finally closed her crimson eyes and took a deep breath, forcing down the anger she’d been holding in.

She said nothing, got up, lifted the tent flap, and strode away.

Ashera watched her departing figure, letting out a low, lingering laugh.

The tent, filled with fireworks, quickly fell silent once more.