My wife is an immortal black snake.

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"Speaking of which?"

Aren't you going to drink blood today?

Mr. Yang Hao gave a familiar smile, then extended his battered wrist—

Ms. Norsen could almost see the peach-pink stain on his wrist: This bastard, I'm in the middle of abstinence, and you're trying to tempt me at a time like this?!

Normally, as the person donating blood, wouldn't they be overjoyed to see that I'm not interested in blood today, and then try to hide it, afraid that I might suddenly want to "take a sip"?! Why are you so reckless, sticking your hand out like that?! Huh?!

I fucking won't—

【Gela——】

Seeing that Ms. Northumbers seemed to be waiting for him to cut open the wound to avoid putting more strain on her wrist by using her teeth, Yang Hao simply took out his letter opener and made a light cut on his wrist—he understood that the most important thing in a transaction is ensuring that the needs of both parties are met.

I've learned something, Ms. Norsen, and you've drunk blood. We both have a bright future, don't we? So—um, why do you look so conflicted? Do you want to drink more blood?

Yang Hao stretched his bleeding wrist forward, while Ms. Norson, who was covered in sweat, couldn't help but take three steps forward and then one step back. Her four canine teeth were moving in and out of her open mouth, indicating that she was having a strong appetite.

Ugh!

I hope I can hold on.

Yang Hao looked utterly dejected, waiting for Ms. Norsen to come and collect her "reward." Ms. Norsen, meanwhile, stared intently at the bleeding spot. She realized that the most important thing before she could "abstain from blood" was to have a proper talk with this man. Otherwise, if he just poured blood into her mouth when she tried to abstain, how the hell could she possibly quit?!

Besides, blood's already flowing out, it'd be a waste not to drink it now...

Although she was still struggling internally, she swallowed hard, reached out and took Yang Hao's outstretched hand. For the last time, she stared intently at Yang Hao's hand—did he deliberately make his palm into a bowl shape to prevent too much blood from dripping directly to the ground, allowing the blood flowing from his wrist to accumulate and form a small "pool"...?

Although I hate to admit it, he really is a good man.

"...Um..."

Ms. Norsen extended her tongue. She licked Yang Hao's fingertips one by one—there was a faint fragrance of blood there. Then, her greedy and nimble tongue slowly slid towards her palm, which was already brimming with blood. The moment her tongue dipped into the pool of blood, her body shuddered violently: after all, each time she drank this blood, it brought Ms. Norsen a unique sensation.

Not to mention the Originium Arts she used on Yang Hao before, which allowed him to produce more blood and improve his health, were also taking effect. Although this Originium Arts might eventually make him too healthy, causing him to have unreleased internal heat, the taste of his blood was truly...more mellow and fragrant...

...She couldn't resist any longer. She greedily drank—no, licked—the blood from Yang Hao's palm. This struck Yang Hao as quite strange: as far as he knew, both Blood Demons seemed to have their own habits regarding blood drinking?

Margarita prefers to sip or drink in small sips, while Lady Northumen sometimes does what she is doing now, basically licking her lips without any elegance, just to satisfy her own desires—but even so, as an old blood demon, the refinement brought to her by hundreds of years of life and longevity still allows her to maintain her elegance while eating rudely.

But to be honest, this kind of rough yet elegant way of eating does have a unique aesthetic appeal.

"Well..."

Ms. Norsen continued licking, her small mouth quickly drawing the blood into her mouth. But soon, the pool of blood in her palm was completely licked clean.

She greedily licked his palm one last time with her smooth, moist tongue, cleaning away the remaining blood. Then, with a beautiful surprise attack, she launched a sudden movement along the source of the blood, and in no time, Yang Hao felt her tongue tip darting into the wound on his wrist—

"hiss--"

He couldn't help but cry out in pain. Noticing his pain, Ms. Northumen slowed down her eating.

She lingered, sliding her tongue along the surface. Finally, she took two more steps forward and bent down—

"Chirp—"

This time, she didn't use her tongue. She directly took Yang Hao's wrist into her mouth. She sucked, and after sucking the last drop of blood—she used one of her abilities to heal the wound on Yang Hao's wrist.

what--

Ms. Norson let out a satisfied, blissful breath. Her face flushed, she released her mouth, leaving a few drops of saliva where her teeth had been pressed against Yang Hao's skin.

"For now, you should rest for a while before studying. After all, the Originium Arts I cast on you also need some time to reach their best effect." She said, taking out two tissues from her pocket, one to wipe her mouth and the other to wipe Yang Hao's wrists, palms, and fingers: "And to be honest, we'll be in Kazdel soon, and by then you won't have time to study... You need to hurry during this time."

"Actually, it's not too bad. After all, I should have had a lot of free time back in Kazdel."

"Then we'll see."

She shrugged, wiped Yang Hao's hands clean, and then said that they could start the class in a little while.

Chapter 141

......

12 month 3 day.

To be honest.

Ms. Norson felt that teaching had become increasingly difficult lately.

She meant that her teaching had recently become quite awkward when it came to topics related to the human anatomy and gender differences.

how to say?

"...Let me ask you something: you've been married to your wife for so long, haven't you ever—"

"...I'll just mention it once: you can't expect a man whose family status is even lower than that of a bedmate to have time to study his wife's private parts—although I am indeed very familiar with them, I can't be so perverted as to open them up and look inside, can I?"

"..."

"..."

That's roughly it—Mr. Yang Hao is now capable of creating a silicone doll that [looks almost like a human] using existing materials... I mean, a [doll]. However, when it comes to things like internal passages and organs, quite a few problems have arisen...

Originally, this shouldn't have been a problem:

Ms. Northumber was not the kind of person who felt ashamed; she could teach openly, provided she wasn't allowed to give a "personal demonstration."

Yang Hao is, after all, a married man, not one of those virgins who blush at the mere mention of sex. He's seen it, touched it, and even poked it—there shouldn't be any problem with that.

But here's the problem: Ms. Northumbert never imagined that this was a man with a low social status in the family—and even if he had a high status, it wouldn't matter; you can't expect a couple so engrossed in their lovemaking to be paying attention to the shape of their genitals, so...

...

The problem is huge.

They stared at each other, one eye wide, the other wide. After a moment, Ms. Northumb, clutching her forehead, opened her mouth, then remained silent for a long time—

"...Your personal relationships are so messy, why don't you ask Miss Karina to help you investigate?"

"...Karina is a good girl. Although I don't deny that I might one day find myself naked in bed with her while I'm not fully conscious, the problem is, Karina's expertise is archaeology—not these things..." Yang Hao sat in his chair, elbows on the table, covering his face with his hands: "And Ms. Norsen—tell me honestly, how terrible would it be to have a layman teach me about human anatomy?"

"I can roughly imagine the day when you become a flesh and blood doll, and the esophagus in your mouth is no longer connected to your stomach but goes directly to your rectum."

"So... I'm counting on you, Ms. Northumbery! I can only rely on you!"

"..."

Faced with Mr. Yang Hao's sincere plea for leniency, Ms. Norsen's lips twitched, and she didn't know what to do for a moment—after all, they were really lacking the "essential materials" right now.

Well, if there were a female film corpse right here, Ms. Norsen wouldn't mind showing off her superb anatomical skills, letting this poor Mr. Yang Hao, whom even Ms. Norsen couldn't bear to watch, see... well... see all those parts to his heart's content, and incidentally accumulate experience for his future productions—but the problem is there's nothing here!

While there are many medical models, they are not very useful when it comes to internal organs... At most, they can help you understand that the heart and lungs are not outside the ribs, but inside the ribs.

Aside from medical models, Ms. Northumbria's mere verbal explanations wouldn't be very meaningful—if verbal explanations could teach a chef how to cook, then everyone in the world would be a chef. Similarly, if verbal explanations could make people understand human anatomy, then there wouldn't be abstract paintings depicting the mouth at the end of the rectum.

So... what can Ms. Norson do if she has nothing?

She looked at Mr. Yang Hao in front of her with a conflicted expression, then pondered deeply—hiss...

I can't think of a solution...

"...I think we might have to...temporarily suspend classes for a while," Ms. Northum muttered, her head throbbing. After a moment, she sighed, "At least until we come up with a solution..."

"Ms. Norson, can't you draw it in more detail?"

"The bad thing is that I'm not good at art—especially painting and music."

"But no matter what..."

Mr. Yang Hao seems to have made a good suggestion—but it also has problems.

Ms. Northumbers smiled wryly and said, "If you're just asking her to mark things on a map, that's fine. The problem is, you're asking her to draw it herself instead of memorizing it?"

...

She immediately demonstrated to Yang Hao her drawing skills—how to draw a rectangular door as a trapezoidal door—using pen and paper. Then she showed him her ability to draw from a template. Yes, drawing from a template was quite good, but simply creating a superficial representation was meaningless...

...

Perhaps they really need to get their hands on some more specialized books—a consensus they reached simultaneously in their confusion. But searching through those vacant urban areas now seems far too time-consuming...

But there's nothing we can do now.

"—Um? Teacher—are you inside?"

"Eh? Ah, come in, Margarita."

Disturbed by the little bat, the two adults turned around simultaneously to look at Margarita, who was timidly opening the door and entering.

She wasn't wearing the casual clothes that would allow for easy movement on the land-based ship, but rather the clothes she usually wore when outdoors. Why was that?

"Teacher, Yang Hao—I'm planning to go hunting. Sanae said she wants to eat something delicious..."

"Huh? Then go—no? How did Sanae contact you?"

“Huh? Teacher, didn’t I tell you? I have some kind of connection with Sanae, you know?” Margarita blinked, then pointed to her cheek. “A kind of spiritual connection. I know what it’s thinking no matter how far it goes—it’s just that I can’t tell it what to do next…”

"I see. Then go ahead, Mr. Yang Hao and I are still struggling with some things..."

"Is that so? Yang Hao, is there anything I can do to help?"

"...It seems there's no way to resolve this."

Under Ms. Norson's threatening gaze, Mr. Yang Hao could only laugh awkwardly and say that Margarita should just go do what she wanted to do first.

Sigh! It's better if he worries about his own affairs... But then again, making dolls is really troublesome.

If Green needs more than just an animated puppet, he also needs to eat, drink, play, and have fun... that's really difficult.

So what should we do next?

After Margarita left, Yang Hao and Ms. Northon stared at each other intently for a long time...

Ms. Northon sighed softly:

"Since Margarita isn't here, there is another way..."

"Eh?"

Is there another way, Ms. Northumbery?

Before Yang Hao could even show his surprise, he saw Ms. Norson sigh heavily and then point to herself.

Chapter 142

...

To be honest, Margarita was actually quite happy that her teacher had managed to build a good relationship with Yang Hao.

After all, she couldn't abandon her teacher, nor could she abandon Yang Hao. So if their relationship could continue to be this friendly, perhaps Margarita could find an opportunity to bring Ms. Northon to Ursus as well.

Although Margarita wouldn't be heading to Ursus anytime soon, at least she had the idea and was willing to prepare for it.

On the other hand...

"I feel like the teacher's scent is getting stronger and stronger..." On the way to the hunting grounds to hunt fresh prey for Sanae after leaving the landship and arriving on land, Margarita kept muttering something, her confusion deepening: "Sometimes it's not just on my hands... clothes... but also on my body... what's going on...?"

Margarita was quite confused, but now she had to focus her energy on her hunt and prepare a good meal for Sanae, who was already hungry in Kazdel!

So, she patted her cheeks and confidently headed towards her designated hunting spot.

...

Meanwhile, in the classroom, amidst Ms. Northumber's shy muttering of "You absolutely must not tell Margarita," Yang Hao was using banknotes to record the beautiful body of Ms. Northumber, who was almost completely naked.

At first glance, Ms. Norson's body appears to be a perfect, albeit rather sparse, body—but only when she takes off her clothes can Yang Hao realize that what's hidden inside her seemingly small body is an astonishing "little monster"!

Is this the legendary body that looks slim in clothes but "fat" when undressed? Yang Hao involuntarily swallowed, but he knew that his destination was not to see Ms. Norson's body—in a sense, "seeing" was correct, but he was there to learn, really.

The study of human anatomy required guidance from a biological body... Given that Karina was unlikely to agree to such a thing (and even if she did, she wouldn't be able to teach anything and it would only become more physically demanding), he had no choice but to have Ms. Norsen take over—acting as the human model.

And it's not just about being a "human model"...

"So...did you see clearly?"

"...oh..."

Ms. Norson, with a touch of shyness, had to personally guide Yang Hao—to understand academically, rather than through the habit of touching, that a woman's lower abdomen has a slight bulge, rather than being simply concave...

Simultaneously working as a [human model] and [teacher] was already a heavy burden for Ms. Norsen. But in addition, Ms. Norsen also had to use the Originium Arts she had learned to conduct some [more detailed] research—for example, directly using Originium Arts to make her skin and muscles [transparent] so that Mr. Yang Hao could see how the various channels and organs inside her body actually worked.