Mystery: She came from the Chaos Sea.

Chapter 105 Teach Me

The dim candlelight flickered gracefully in the empty hall, casting long, gray shadows on the walls.

Hermaine's eyes darted around as she tried to find an excuse to brush off the delicate and dangerous situation, but Amanisis merely curled her lips slightly and chuckled:

"You seem to have forgotten that this body you created with your own hands, infused with abundant spiritual energy, initially had virtually no need for food or rest?"

The vampire girl's figure disappeared completely with the sound of the door closing. Amanisis rose lightly and sat down next to Helmaenie, the distance between them subtly closing, making the air seem to be tinged with a romantic atmosphere.

Helmani tensed up at this. Such intimate gestures weren't uncommon between them; in fact, they happened quite often. But tonight, the atmosphere was so subtly suggestive that she was overreacting.

Helmani cleared her dry throat and said, "Are you sure you don't need to rest? You were the one who suggested resting here on the way."

Amanisis tilted her head slightly, her dark eyes gazing into hers, and said softly, "You've never been this nervous in front of me before."

Helmani paused, then sighed, "Perhaps I know too much."

Amanisis was momentarily stunned upon hearing this, and then a soft laugh escaped from her lips.

Knowing too much? In what areas do you know too much?

Seeing through Helmaene's true nature as merely a theorist, Amanisis chuckled, "You know so much... then teach me?"

This imagined, fabricated body, untouched by much of the extraordinary nature of the medium to high level, is now inhabited by Amanisis. The mental ease she experiences makes her words and actions increasingly resemble those of an ordinary person, lessening her divine aloofness.

Since "transmigrating," due to the influence of high-sequence divinity, the misplaced identity of the Demon Wolf Clan, and His steady and rational nature in the old civilization, His humanity has become increasingly indifferent.

Although He later found Hermaine by chance, in fact, from the first time He met Hermaine until now, at different stages, the emotional emphasis He placed on Hermaine has been different.

From the nostalgia for human identity to the joy of being from the same hometown, to compatible personalities, to shared aspirations... this relationship has evolved to the point where it is deeply intertwined and difficult to define or categorize with a single word.

But the feelings that have been building up are growing stronger and stronger.

But He has always been too rational, too steady, and too indifferent. After a long period of getting used to this, coupled with the influence of His divinity, it has become difficult for Him to even have the thought of "indulgence".

Did my deliberate attempt to be unrestrained frighten Helmaenie?

Amanisis thought this, but His upper body slowly shrank into Helmaene's arms. He felt Helmaene's body stiffen, but He still gently sniffed.

He did not do anything further, but the actions he had taken were already ambiguous enough and went beyond the scope of friendship and intimacy.

At this moment, Helmaene, who was holding a goddess in her arms and saying that she "knows too much," was indeed a little nervous. But when she smelled Amanisis's reassuring scent, her stiff body relaxed.

She had repeatedly found relaxation and recovery in the aura of Amanisis, and now it had become an indelible mark on her soul.

Feeling the warm yet restrained breath in her arms, Hermaine lowered her head slightly, a few strands of her soft hair falling gently onto Amanisis's cheek.

"It itches." Amanisis, lying in her arms with her eyes closed and her face turned to the side, complained softly, then rubbed her cheek against her chest, as if to stop the itch on her cheek.

Her charming demeanor and unintentional movements seemed to possess an inherent allure. Hermione felt a tingling current surge up from her tailbone, instantly coursing through her entire body, filling her with this strange sensation.

Amanisis, who had been lying quietly in her arms, seemed to sense the tingling sensation on her body as if by telepathy, and silently slipped one hand under the hem of Hermaine's robe.

Helmani felt a cold hand pressed against her waist, but there was not much movement. The cold, slender hand then gradually warmed up.

The soft feel of skin against skin.

It's very comfortable.

Neither of them made any further moves.

After a long while, Hermaine felt a soft, gentle snore from her arms. Amanisis, who had said she didn't need to rest, was now fast asleep.

Actually… I’m quite confident I can teach her well. Looking at the sleeping face in her arms, Helmaenie sighed softly.

After a short wait, Helmaenie, without using any extraordinary power, picked up Amanisis and carried her back to their room, where the flames in the hall quietly died down.

In the pitch-black night.

As Natasha yawned and prepared to fall asleep, a voice suddenly echoed in her mind: "You vampires, just like humans, are truly inconvenient creatures."

"God of Deception? You...you haven't left?" Natasha instantly became alert, covering her mouth and nose, not daring to make a sound. She was already used to communicating with this mysterious and dangerous evil god through her thoughts.

"I have never gone far away," Amon said calmly and melodiously.

"Aren't you afraid that the goddess and the sage will discover that you're parasitizing me?" Natasha couldn't help but think to herself.

Amon chuckled softly, a laugh tinged with amusement:

"They already knew."

"Moreover, the intricate relationships between gods are beyond the comprehension of someone as lowly as you, a mere vampire."

Amon's tone was melodious and lingering, as if it contained a deep sense of emotion.

Natasha didn't think much of it, simply assuming that the god of deception was just casually explaining his acquaintance with the goddess.

"Nasha, do you have someone you like?" Amon suddenly asked this question.

"What...what question are you asking all of a sudden?!" Natasha almost screamed, quickly covering her mouth.

"It seems so," Amon said unhurriedly.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

Amon paused for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Nasha, why do you beings come to have such troublesome things as emotions?"

"It's for reproduction, isn't it?" Natasha said, slightly taken aback and not quite understanding.

"You vampires have such long lifespans... ha, you even need to consider reproduction?" Amon chuckled.

"Uh..." Natasha thought for a moment and murmured, "My elders taught us that although we vampires have long lifespans, we still grow old and grow old, and we are born and die."

"And there must be some desires in life, no one likes an empty life... It's just that some people crave honor, some crave affection, and some crave power."

"...Do gods have desires?" Natasha asked somewhat presumptuously. After all, the avatar of the God of Deception parasitizing her often communicated with her in her mind. This familiarity made her unconsciously a little more presumptuous.

"Of course... there is," Amon said with a faint smile, but he didn't say anything more.

As dawn broke, the gentle morning light gradually dispelled the darkness inside the house.

Hermaine also awoke from her sweet sleep, where she was sleeping in Amanisis's arms, with part of her body pressed heavily beneath her.

It's a little numb...

In her human form, Helmaenie deliberately retained the delicate touch and instinctive bodily reactions that a human should possess, but this retention caused her some discomfort at this moment.

However, for some reason, she did not use her extraordinary abilities to dispel this feeling.

"Good morning." At this moment, Amanisis also opened her sleepy eyes, and her inspection-like gaze quickly settled on Hermaine.

He looked at Hermaine, who was straightening her slightly disheveled clothes, and at her calm and elegant profile, and smiled slightly: "You seemed to be afraid of me last night?"

"Afraid? No." Hermaine's hands didn't stop moving as she deftly smoothed out the wrinkles on her robes, her expression calm and composed, speaking with a strong and indifferent tone.

"You're so tough during the day." Amanisis watched with some regret as Hermaine's graceful figure left the bedside. "I really shouldn't have held back last night."

"Have mercy?" Before opening the door, Helmaenie, having composed herself, turned back and said, "I just felt it was unfair, so I voluntarily restrained myself."

"My body is my true self; your body is merely a figment of my imagination. Once your true self recovers, I will properly... teach you."

Hermaine's voice was calm and unhurried, yet it conveyed an undeniable certainty.

"Yeah?"

Watching the figure recede into the distance, seemingly leaving behind a harsh message, Amanisis leaned against the headboard, her smile widening, and softly said:

"Then I'm really looking forward to it!"

(End of this chapter)