My wife is an immortal black snake.

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For example, she would also explain in detail that a biological heart cannot stop beating, but how to design a better heart and what structural issues need to be considered.

For example, she would explain in detail how the female reproductive organs work—although this embarrassed Ms. Northumbery, but...

(It really has gotten bigger...)

Covering her white bra with her hand, she glanced out of the corner of her eye at the area where Mr. Yang Hao's legs were pressed together. Looking at the bulge, she swallowed hard, thinking to herself, "Nosen, Nosen, this is the best you can do, understand?"

If she were to accidentally take another step up that dangerous path, she wasn't confident she could simply stop and return to being an old Blood Demon unscathed... So...

She swallowed again, quickly wiping the sweat from her chest and neck with a handkerchief. Then, gritting her teeth, she spoke to the man still meticulously drawing:

"So...it's not done yet?"

“I’m trying my best too—but Ms. Northumbery, isn’t your heart beating too fast? I have a feeling something’s not right—”

"Has your wife drained your intelligence?! What woman can remain normal after undressing in front of a man?!"

"But that's just how Kočić is..."

"..."

Okay—Ms. Norson seems to understand why Mr. Yang Hao is so lacking in common sense...

So, it was that old black snake, that Duke Kosiché, who turned him into this?! How could you do this?! Even if it was just to keep him tied to your tail, this is going too far!

Thank goodness I got here, otherwise Margarita would probably have been toyed with by you, you old black snake, until she cried without even knowing that she hadn't done anything wrong, or had the wrong body... oh... isn't that right?

Mr. Yang Hao, aren't you finished drawing yet? Hurry up and show some self-control as a married man and finish your copying, okay?! You're not one of those virgins who can't move at the sight of a woman's body, hurry up, okay?!

If we keep moving so slowly, what if someone comes along?! Ms. Norsen was very anxious about this, but what about Mr. Yang Hao?

He was observing Ms. Northon's body closely from a distance of almost a meter. Although he had tried his best, the influence of Ms. Northon's Originium Arts made it too troublesome to replicate the transparent skin and flesh, and the constantly moving organs beneath.

So, Ms. Northumbery? Could you please stop moving around...?

"--that..."

"Shut up, hurry up!"

"...OK..."

Never mind, she rejected me outright, so I'll just take it slow.

Yang Hao chuckled dryly, flipping through the pages of his notebook. After looking at the pages with the cross-sectional diagrams and entrance shapes of the passageways used for intimate moments, a question suddenly occurred to him...

"Speaking of which, Ms. Northumber—but in the end, if I want to create a flesh and blood puppet, won't I have to find the materials myself?"

"Ah? That's what you're talking about?"

Ms. Northum paused for a moment, then shrugged. “That’s your problem. Normally, if you just want a silicone doll without any consciousness, you can just find some wild animals and cut off their organs for yourself without any problem—but if you’re making a body for your wife, you really need to think about this carefully. But you probably don’t need to go that far in the beginning.”

"I see..."

If necessary, perhaps you should ask Miss Elegy about the materials? But I already have suitable [wood]...

Yang Hao nodded thoughtfully, then refocused his attention on studying.

Seeing Yang Hao so engrossed in his studies, Ms. Norsen's lips twitched. She thought to herself that this man was at least a trustworthy and good man in some respects.

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...

For the next few days, Ms. Norsen continued to provide this kind of "teaching" to Yang Hao.

Sometimes, Ms. Norson felt she had probably gone too far. But without suitable material, what else could Ms. Norson do besides get involved herself?

Searching for corpses outside? Haha! The landship and 20 mobile cities are currently on their way to Kazdel! Under these circumstances, how are Ms. Northumber and Mr. Yang Hao supposed to find suitable [corpses]?

The corpses around here are either rotting and stinking, or they're simply the carcasses of harmful beasts. Besides, even if Mr. Yang Hao is a [King], he's not some pervert who would kill indiscriminately just to satisfy his thirst for knowledge, is he?

Therefore, in a sense, Ms. Norson's evaluation of Mr. Yang Hao has been rising. But then again...

"This is fucking inappropriate, Norsen?!"

While Margarita was out hunting, only Ms. Northon was left in the double room.

Ms. Northumber was scrubbing her face vigorously with cold water to try and snap herself out of it: This was just so damn inappropriate! What woman would go to such lengths?!

Ms. Northum felt she had been completely exposed... literally, her whole body had been seen through. The only thing left to do was let him know her limits and let her know his length—but how could Ms. Northum possibly go that far?!

Miss Karina, can't you fucking try a little harder?! Hurry up and try so that Mr. Yang Hao doesn't have to leave covered in his pants every time he comes to study?! Can't you just let him be limp and listless all day?!

If things continue like this, Ms. Norson is really worried that they might cross a line that absolutely cannot be crossed...

She had to stay calm, she absolutely had to stay calm! But could she control whether Mr. Yang Hao could stay calm?! That was the real problem.

"call..."

After washing her face with cold water one last time, Ms. Norson sighed heavily. After wiping her face with a towel, she felt it necessary to speak with Mr. Yang Hao...

And now they're not far from Kazdel, Margarita will probably be back in the next couple of days... They need to put an end to this inexplicable relationship as soon as possible...

(She hadn't managed to quit drinking, and now she was in this terrible state...) Her lips twitched as she thought, utterly exhausted. (Sigh! Norsen, Norsen, you should know shame, understand?)

She shook her head violently, and after checking herself in the mirror again to make sure she was dressed normally, she left.

......

After once again arriving at the teaching room used for "instruction" with ease, Ms. Norson noticed that Mr. Yang Hao had arrived early and was now fiddling with one of his experimental subjects—a temporary wooden puppet about the height of a forearm.

This is Mr. Yang Hao's latest achievement. Although this little wooden puppet can't simulate internal organs at all, at least his hard work on the core structure and joints of the human body hasn't been wasted—this little wooden puppet can move its joints, and if an energy system and operating system were added, it could even walk normally. Its basic framework is already perfect; what remains to be done are some more realistic details and internal components...

Hmm... alright then. This did make Ms. Northumbere feel a bit better: at least her efforts in teaching by example hadn't been in vain...

Ugh!

She sighed, turned around, closed and locked the door, and sat down in the spot where she usually sat.

"—In short, you'll be finishing your anatomy course soon. The rest of the work involves finding [corpses] or [materials]... While many mercenaries in Kazdel would be willing to help you procure those things, I think if you really want to conduct experiments on flesh puppets in just a few days, it's best to... well, take it easy."

"Ah, I won't let people kill civilians just to continue my hobby and future work—and I also have ways to get what I want through [normal] means."

"Ah? Oh, that would be best if it could be like that... Let's begin then."

Ms. Northumbers sighed softly. After taking off her clothes once more, she thought resignedly: Thank goodness Margarita isn't here...

If Margarita were here, she'd be worried about how to explain it to this naive little bat...

"...Speaking of which, Ms. Norsen—actually, I've always wanted to ask, how do I give an object the sense of touch?"

"Oh? You mean this? The simplest way is to take the corresponding organ and its nerves from another person and attach it to the doll—but I don't think you're that kind of person, so your problem is more complicated. After all, this involves a neurology course."

“I see…” Mr. Yang Hao nodded thoughtfully, then pulled his chair forward and began taking notes on Ms. Norsen’s every detail with his pen and paper. “Then another question—that is, normally, how do you make a doll secrete the substances that normal living beings would secrete?”

"..ah?"

"It's digestive juices like stomach acid, blood that carries oxygen to the body, and red blood cells, etc..."

"These things are even more troublesome... The former requires the organs you create to be [active], and also requires all the components that normal organs possess. The latter... why don't you just stop making dolls and just have a baby with your wife?"

"Hahaha...but that's where the problem lies..."

"So it's very troublesome, not just ordinary troublesome... Sigh... And Mr. Yang Hao? Let me ask you something—have you not had anything to vent lately?"

"what?"

"Look at your pants." Ms. Northumber pointed at Mr. Yang Hao's pants with her foot—that bulge that was always there. You think this old Blood Demon doesn't care? That would be a lie...

So, Mr. Yang Hao, could you vent a little? At least, don't make me feel so awkward, okay?

"...This is very embarrassing for me." Yang Hao was also quite embarrassed: with neither Sonia's mother nor Theresa present, his life had been unusually peaceful lately...

He hadn't had any relations with Karina yet, so he was too embarrassed to approach her. Combined with the health-enhancing effects of the drugs he had previously inhaled, he was also feeling very uncomfortable.

Ugh!

And we'll be in Kazdel in a few days... In order to be more "normal"... do I have no choice but to ask Monica to come all the way here?

Forehead...

Mr. Yang Hao shook his head bitterly. Just as he was about to say something, he heard Ms. Norson mutter:

"No matter what, the spiciness in your blood is getting stronger and stronger... Why don't you take care of it with your hand sometime?"

"Clam?"

"I'm just kidding."

But you seem to be serious?!

Seeing Ms. Norsen avoiding his gaze, Yang Hao swallowed hard, thinking to himself, "This old Blood Demon is really strange..."

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Ms. Norsen knew she was acting strangely, but how could she put it? She genuinely couldn't bring herself to tell Mr. Yang Hao to "quickly end this messy relationship"...

(Oh my god... what the hell is wrong with me...)

Ms. Norsen swallowed hard. When she noticed Mr. Yang Hao staring intently at her neck, she instinctively tried to look away, but ultimately had to continue for the sake of the "teaching"...

No, this isn't for "teaching"... because what needed to be taught has already been taught quite a bit. This so-called "styling design" isn't something Ms. Norsen needs to teach at all... What's wrong with her? Norsen, Norsen, you should know your shame! Don't forget you swore to abstain from blood! Look at the state you've become!

You should feel ashamed!

“Um, Ms. Northumberon? Could you perhaps…”

"..."

Ms. Norsen complied, slightly widening her body posture to accommodate her. For this old blood demon, the so-called "shame" was no longer important; after all, she needed to figure out why she had undergone this change before she could have time to discuss whether she "should feel ashamed."

Yes, why have I changed like this? Amidst the scratching of Mr. Yang Hao's pen on the paper, Ms. Norson was reflecting on herself in bewilderment. Why had she changed like this? This shameless change, so unlike that of an older woman from a respectable family?

(What on earth is going on...? Did someone use some kind of Originium Arts on me?) Ms. Northumi muttered to herself, glancing out of the corner of her eye at the man intently copying her calligraphy. (Or is it because of the blood on his body?)

Ms. Norsen strongly suspects that Yang Hao's blood has some kind of "attraction" effect on blood demons. If so, it would explain why Margarita is so relentlessly pursuing him... right?

Of course she knew that Margarita's feelings for Mr. Yang Hao were genuine, but if she couldn't analyze it properly, she couldn't explain why Ms. Norson, who had also drunk Yang Hao's blood, was so concerned about his gaze.

What is going on here?

"Ms. Norson? Would you like some water?"

"—I am the Blood Demon—"

"Then, drink some blood?"

"I'm quitting now—oh well... just a little bit..."

As the paper cutter sliced ​​across his calloused wrist, and the scent of blood wafted towards her, Ms. Northumbers, disregarding her clothes, stretched out her seemingly thin but actually enviable body—a body that would make any poor woman envious—and gently took Yang Hao's wrist into her mouth, vowing to find the secret hidden in his blood.

Ms. Norson carefully savored Yang Hao's blood. She sucked and tasted it for a while, savoring the sweet and salty, fresh and aged aroma, the exquisite flavor, and the increasingly spicy taste. Finally, she came to a conclusion:

"Ouch...it's so spicy..."

The problem isn't with his blood... So, where does the problem lie?

Ms. Norson sipped in confusion... She held that spot in her mouth and licked it with her tongue, not even noticing that her body was getting closer and closer.

The spiciness of the blood, so potent it was destructive to the Blood Demon, made her body burn. It was spicy, albeit tolerable, but the flavor was still too intense for her.

The most important reason why Blood Demons rarely feel "spicy" is that although many Blood Demons have a concept of "spicy", only a minority of them would actually add chili powder to the blood they drink.

Most blood demons may have a sweet tooth, or a fondness for sour tastes, and some may even enjoy the stench of rotten blood—but those who like spicy food and have tasted it are ultimately a minority... This is true for Lady Norsen.

It was so spicy, so incredibly spicy... She couldn't help but cough a few times, but after coughing, she put her mouth back where it had been. She didn't like spicy food, she really didn't like spicy food. Her tongue and mouth were screaming from the spiciness, and her brain was being assaulted by the spiciness, causing her whole body to break out in a sweat—but her body refused the command to "stop sucking blood."

After much thought, this might also be related to Ms. Northumbery's recent changes: her body seems to understand her needs better than her mind... just like now.

Her mind was telling her that spicy food was bad.

Her body, however, told her through its actions and extreme experiences, "You fucking love spicy food!"

(perhaps...)

Huff...huff...she breathed heavily, taking small, gentle inhalations. She noticed that her body was now closer to Mr. Yang Hao's than ever before, and she could feel her body getting hotter and hotter, even transmitting heat to his skin through his clothes.

(Perhaps it's because I've lived for too long that this is the case?)

Ms. Northumbert stopped drinking blood. She slowly raised her head, panting. Her piercing, scarlet eyes fixed on Yang Hao's pale face and his eyes, so close to hers. Ms. Northumbert was examining her own heart—she examined and examined, and finally, she suddenly realized what was happening:

Mr. Yang Hao was an extremely rare "good man" in the eyes of this seasoned, bloodthirsty old demon, a man perhaps one she hadn't encountered in centuries...