Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 88

Chapter 88

The night was silent.

The tower lacked windows, sealing out the moonlight that fell like fine silver shavings and leaving only blurred silhouettes in the dark.

A cold kiss descended, and she couldn’t help but close her eyes.

Thin, icy lips pressed tightly against hers as Ashera’s kiss grew increasingly suggestive.

It was unlike the kisses from before, which had ended quickly after the transfer of Mana.

He gripped her chin with one hand and pressed down on her shoulder with the other.

He kissed her until his breathing began to tremble.

Then.

A low, shuddering groan escaped his rolling Adam’s apple.

Beili’s eyes snapped open in the darkness, her brain momentarily stalling.

He groaned again.

He released his grip.

One arm tightened around her back, as if he intended to melt her into his icy embrace.

His other hand slammed against the bookshelf behind her.

The old wooden shelf shuddered under the force of the pressure.

The books on the shelf wobbled, letting out a brief, sharp clatter.

But it didn’t stop there.

In the darkness, an old man coughed a few times and spoke with fury, “Who is dating in the library in the middle of the night? Just wait until I drag you both to the Holy Church Academy!”

Then, a flickering, unsteady flame lit up the darkness.

The faint light dispelled the gloom.

This library administrator was Gelan, the brother of Madeline, the former Dean of Holy Island Academy.

He was an old man with an unpredictable temper and a tendency to be a bit handsy.

However, he only dared to be handsy with the commoners.

When facing Noble students, Gelan still knew his place.

Although Gelan’s sister, Madeline, was now gone, his status in the Academy remained quite stable thanks to his years of seniority managing the library.

Since the Holy Church Academy Dormitory had been sealed off, Gelan had no choice but to move into the library to sleep.

He had already gone to bed in a foul mood, and he hadn’t expected to be woken up so soon by such an uncalled-for disturbance.

He was absolutely livid.

Gelan angrily lit an oil lamp, curses spilling from his mouth as he raised his hand to shine the light around.

Soon, he spotted two figures against the wall of the corridor.

He had just opened his mouth to berate them harshly when the man in the black robe suddenly turned his head.

His eyes were hollow, and his expression was somber.

He “looked” at him, radiating a murderous intent.

Gelan felt a sudden, unbearable surge of pain in his eyes. In the next second, he clearly felt his two eyeballs pop out of their sockets.

With two wet thuds, they hit the floor.

Gelan let out a heart-wrenching scream that echoed through the corridor.

Like a headless fly, he spun around frantically without direction, only to step on his own eyeballs.

His feet slipped, and he lost control, falling straight over the staircase railing.

The hoarse, aged scream cut off abruptly.

The oil lamp went out.

The corridor plunged back into darkness.

…

Although the old library administrator hadn’t been a good person in Beili’s memory, seeing him die such a horrific death still made her heart sink instantly, as if a heavy stone were pressing down on it.

Ashera seemed to sense the change in her emotions.

He turned back and gently stroked the corner of her trembling lips, asking, “My dear Little Butterfly, did I scare you?”

Ashera’s tone was gentle, laced with a hint of a smile.

“I’m quite surprised myself. I didn’t realize I’d get so angry when interrupted.”

Beili swallowed hard but didn’t speak, standing silently where she was.

In the darkness, Ashera lightly pressed her cold lips, his mouth curving upward as he smiled. “It seems you really were scared.”
Cold hands cradled her face once more.

His voice carried a hint of hoarseness as Ashera smiled soothingly. “It doesn’t matter. Fear is the best seasoning. Let us continue…”

As his words fell, he leaned down again, tilting his head in an attempt to press a soft kiss against her lips once more.

But the girl turned her head away.

“Ashera… why do I feel like you finished transferring the Mana a long time ago?”

Beili blinked her crimson eyes in the darkness, her tone calm. “To be honest, I haven’t tasted any more Mana being transferred for quite a while now.”

In the thick, heavy silence of the darkness, Ashera remained quiet for a moment. Then, with a light chuckle, he leaned his forehead against hers.

“Sometimes, having a little brain that turns too fast isn’t a good thing,” he said.

Beili raised her hand and pushed him away without mercy.

She took a soft breath in the dark, quickly calming her surging emotions. With a flick of her finger, she summoned one of her Morpho Butterflies beside her.

The Morpho Butterfly flapped its wings and hovered in the air, emitting a blue-green glow that dispelled the darkness in a small radius around them.

Beili looked squarely into Ashera’s unfocused golden eyes and said in a steady voice, “You brought me here and gave me your Mana because you want me to open the Dream Domain and find the Book of Truth, right?”

“I see…”

With a helpless sigh, Ashera’s lips curled into a smirk as he murmured low, “No wonder you were so angry about being interrupted just now.”

Beili’s shoulders stiffened slightly. She blinked her red eyes and said diplomatically, “Ashera, since we’re going to open the Dream Domain, we need to get the terms of our deal straight…”

“Because right now, I’m even angrier than I was before.”

He lowered his lashes, the curve of his lips rising bit by bit.

“What I mean is, we need to sort this out properly and then sign a contract.”

Beili took a breath, pronouncing those last four words with absolute clarity.

Ashera’s smile widened to its limit, his tone dark and inscrutable.

“I want that person to live again, because he needs to die twice.”

Beili: “…”

Talking past each other-that was the only way to describe the current situation.

Beili finally realized that she and Ashera were on completely different wavelengths.

Speechless, she reached out and poked Ashera’s shoulder, raising her voice. “Hey, hey, hey-Ashera, did you even hear a word I just said?”

Without warning, Ashera suddenly grabbed her hand.

He squeezed it tight.

His pale fingertips were now stained with an eerie, creeping blackness.

Beili’s crimson eyes froze. She looked up to see that his smile had turned hideously distorted at some point.

His sculpturally perfect face was shrouded in a layer of gloom.

Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, and thick wisps of black mist, dense as ink, began to rapidly pour from his body.

“I said.”

His voice, originally magnetic and deep, suddenly became incredibly raspy, sounding muffled and muddy as if coming from behind a heavy veil.

“He needs to die twice.”

He ground out the words, one by one, through clenched teeth.

The moment he finished speaking, under the cover of the blue-green light, the scene shifted like a videotape being rewound.

The librarian who had fallen to the first floor let out a bizarre scream as he struggled, defying gravity to return to the second floor.

The eyeball that had been crushed flat underfoot rounded back into its circular shape.

In the blink of an eye, it floated up from the ground and settled back into its socket.

The scream was sucked back into his gut.

The oil lamp in his hand had only just been lit.