An Unorthodox Guide to Conquering Another World

Ya Feng clutched his chest and struggled to his feet, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. He then grabbed Ah Hao by the collar and roared:

"What the hell kind of rubbish did you write! How dare you publish something like this? If I were a publisher, I'd throw it into the sea to feed the sharks!"

"But, but married women... isn't that a very common theme?" Ah-hao said weakly.

"Bullshit! Only people with the lowest taste would like such vulgar stuff!"

“Hey, that’s a bit too much to condemn them all at once,” George said, dissatisfied.

"Hmph, I'll show you right now what a top-notch description of a mature woman looks like!"

Ya Feng snapped open the notebook and wrote directly:

"When I got home, I smelled the aroma of meat soup. I opened the door, and she was in the kitchen preparing dinner for me. Her long, flowing hair was tied in a ponytail, and she wore a pink apron. As I approached, she turned her head. Her delicate, rosy cheeks were still slightly sweaty, and her damp hair clung to her temples, along with the little whale hair clip. She smiled happily as soon as she saw me. 'You're back? Dinner will be ready soon!' After placing the fragrant meat soup on the table, she ladled a bowl for me, feeding me while asking me warmly, 'Was work hard today?' 'Did you get along well with your colleagues?' 'I'll take you on a trip when you have a holiday,' she said, a sweet smile on her lips, occasionally wiping my mouth with a handkerchief..."

"See that! This is the ultimate depiction of female charm! Learn from this!" Ya Feng slammed his hand on the table and said.

"Oh no, you're just short of power."

Chapter 64 The Experience of Love

"What do you think it's like to be in love?"

When Miss Susanna asked the question, all the girls sitting around the table turned their attention to her.

It's after-school tea party time. Ilsa, Betty, and two friends are sitting on the balcony of the garden café, listening to music and chatting about girls.

"Huh? What?" Ilsa didn't quite hear.

"I'm in love," Susanna said, her cheeks slightly flushed. Her slender fingers stirred the black tea in her cup with a spoon, looking rather coy.

"Why are you suddenly asking about this...?"

“Because… my sister recently started dating, and now she goes out to be with her boyfriend every day. Even when she’s at home, she’s chatting with him on her phone. My sister is a teacher, and she’s usually a very serious person, but now she always looks like she’s smiling like a fool,” Susanna said, shaking her head.

"That's what love-struck thinking is all about. They say love makes you stupid," Betty said, nodding her head.

"So, I've been wondering, what exactly is it like to be in love? It can make someone like my sister go crazy," Susanna sighed.

“Speaking of which, Nana, why don’t you try dating your childhood sweetheart?” Betty said with a smile, resting her chin on her hands.

"Forget it, that guy is totally unsuitable as a romantic partner," Susanna waved her hand.

She looked at Ilsa: "Linda, I've heard that you demons are quite open-minded? You must have been in a relationship before, right?"

“Uh… no…” Ilsa said.

Ilsa is now eighteen years old, and her experience in this area is limited to a few illustrations of physiological structures in textbooks. She is still young and has been loved by her father and mother in the past, so no one has ever mentioned a marriage alliance.

And...where did this kid hear that demons are open-minded? Compared to humans, demons are extremely conservative, okay?

Susanna then turned her gaze to Betty.

“Don’t look at me like that. My family is very strict. My mother forbids me from dating until I’m sixteen. I still have three whole years to go,” Betty said.

Then, a look of longing appeared on her face:

"However, when it comes to romantic partners, I used to like the kind of handsome knight with a heroic spirit, but now I think the kind of artistic god is better, right? The kind of gentle, refined, knowledgeable, bespectacled, family-oriented man who would sip red tea in the afternoon, a slight smile on his lips, hold you in his arms and read a book together, and then answer all your questions... Ah, the description I'm giving you is exactly like Teacher Ya Feng!"

Betty blushed and said.

Ilsa almost spat out the juice she had just drunk.

How did she manage to associate this image with Ya Feng? That guy is clearly only noisy and noisy when playing games in the afternoon, and when he's hungry he'll yell and make you cook. When watching anime, he'll excitedly shout out cringeworthy lines, and you even have to manage his picky eating habits. The house you just cleaned will be messed up in no time, and his clothes are always left lying around. If you try to reason with him, he'll stubbornly refuse to admit it and throw a tantrum, threatening to run away from home. How is this any part of an artsy male god?

Oh, it's even more advanced than romance. In just four months of being together, Ilsa went from a beautiful young girl to a stay-at-home mom, skipping the stages of dating, marriage, and having children to experience the hardships of raising kids.

Seeing Betty's sweet, dreamy expression, one can only say that filters are still a very strong thing...

"Oh my, I really envy you, Linda, for having such a good man like Ya Feng living with you. By the way, you two aren't related by blood, are you? What if you accidentally fall in love with him in the future?" Betty covered her mouth and stared at her with wide eyes.

"Heh, hehe..."

Ilsa twitched her lips and forced a smile.

"Sigh, we're all just kids after all, not one of us has any experience," Susanna said, shaking her head.

At this moment, Anne, who had been silent all along, gently raised her hand.

The three girls all turned their gaze to the quietest girl.

“Anne? Could it be?” Susanna asked in surprise.

Has this girl, who is the quietest, speaks the least, and has the most elegant temperament among them, already crossed that high wall and tasted the forbidden fruit?

"Love is probably a bittersweet experience, with both gains and losses. It makes you want to care about someone every moment, to care about their thoughts and actions. Every time you are happy, the first thing you think of is to share it with them. As long as they smile, you will be happy too."

Annie recounted her story in detail, leaving the three novices completely bewildered.

"Wow... such a keen sense of detail... but, but Annie, when did you start dating a boy behind our backs? Who is he?" Betty asked, surprised and full of gossip.

"No, my family is very strict, and they won't allow me to date too early," Annie said.

Anne's father was a Supreme Court Justice, the kind of conservative man who adhered to the rules.

"and you..."

Anne took out a comic book and showed it to them:

"So, I learned all of that from here."

The three girls looked at it together; the comic book was called "Rose After the Rain," and the cover was quite girly.

"A comic book..."

Betty seemed a little disappointed, as if she had missed a great topic of conversation.

"This comic tells the story of a girl who temporarily loses her sight. Her childhood friend, who had always disliked her, suddenly becomes extremely gentle and considerate, wholeheartedly taking care of her and healing her. However, he is too proud to confess his feelings, and the two end up in a complicated relationship."

"Don't let the simple story fool you, it's currently the number one romance manga for girls. The emotions are described with exceptional delicacy, and the ambiguous and ambiguous relationship between the male and female leads is just wonderful." Annie said with an expression of enjoyment.

"Is it really that good-looking?" Susanna took it and started looking at it.

"By the way, Annie, you also like reading shoujo manga? I never would have guessed."

"It's just an occasional pastime. My family always makes me learn this and that, so I need to do things that make me happy sometimes," Annie said, tilting her chin up.

Ilsa looked at the shoujo manga and wondered, "So this is what girls are reading these days?"

Since that's the case, I should learn more about it so that I can have more common topics to discuss with everyone.

“Annie, can I borrow this comic book to take a look?” Ilsa asked.

“Great! I have two more volumes here, they’re a set, you can take them if you want!” Annie was happy that someone was also interested in her hobby, and immediately took out two more comic books from her bag and gave them to Ilsa.

“Thank you, I’ll return it to you after I’ve finished reading it,” Ilsa said.

"Huh? Linda, you're interested too? Could it be that you've developed feelings for Mr. Ya Feng and want to experience what it's like to be in love beforehand? Are we going to become best friends who are rivals in love and stage a heart-wrenching emotional drama?" Betty said excitedly.

"Betty, you've watched too many melodramas..."

Chapter 65 A Girl in Puberty

night.

After taking a shower, Ilsa returned to her bedroom, used a small spell to dry her wet hair, sat down at her desk, clipped her bangs back with a hair clip, drank her hot milk, and prepared to start studying before bed.

Then she noticed a corner of a shoujo manga peeking out of her schoolbag. After thinking for a moment, she took it out and started reading.

The art style is indeed very delicate and refreshing, but as for the plot, while it's not bad, it's not particularly engaging either, at least that's what Ilsa thinks.

And to be honest, some of the plots are just too melodramatic. There are obvious misunderstandings that drag on for many chapters, and there's always a chance to explain but they just miss it. Plus, each book always ends at the most exciting moment, forcing you to turn to the next one.

"Sigh... I'm getting a little bored..." Ilsa said as she flipped through the pages.

Sure enough, I'm past the age of reading shoujo manga.

Soon the plot finally reached the point where the misunderstanding was resolved, and the male and female leads embraced and confessed their love.

She turned to the next page and saw a double-page spread depicting the male and female protagonists kissing.

"They're finally together," Ilsa thought to herself.

She continued watching, but suddenly something felt off.

What's going on? The two of them seem to be getting closer and closer in the video?

Ilsa opened her mouth, then turned to the next page.

The screen filled with holy light, which directly assaulted her brain.

In an instant, the girl's face turned bright red, and she sat there blankly.

Although it's an all-ages comic and doesn't contain nudity, the level of explicitness was still quite shocking to her. She had never seen such a blatant scene before, and Ilsa's face turned bright red.

No… that’s all. Ilsa, you’re not a child anymore. Don’t act like a little girl. Calm down.

I'm just looking into it a little bit; it's not like I have to see it all myself. Besides, this is the last bit left, so there's no harm in reading it.

She took a deep breath and then resumed "studying".

This painting... is really detailed...

Speaking of which, she had seen those kinds of comics when she was cleaning Ya Feng's study before. At the time, she was just helpless and embarrassed, reminding Ya Feng not to leave those kinds of books lying around, but he vehemently denied it...

So now I'm reading these kinds of books myself...

No! He's a legitimate imperial uncle, and what I'm saying is just a slightly veiled expression within a serious tone!

She thought this with such conviction, yet it also felt a bit like she was burying her head in the sand.

Honestly... why didn't you say so earlier when Annie recommended it...?

Ilsa pursed her lips, her pointed ears turning slightly red.

Suddenly, there was a knock on his door, and he could hear Ya Feng shouting outside:

"Ilsa! Let's see what fun things I brought back!"

Ilsa was startled and hurriedly tried to put the book away, but at that moment she heard Ya Feng turn the doorknob.

"Yaaaaa, Yafeng, don't come in!" she cried out in a panic.

"Ok?"

A questioning voice came from the doorway. Ya Feng didn't open the door further; he simply stood there.

"what happened to you?"

"No, it's nothing!"

She put the book in the drawer, tidied her hair and clothes, then stood up and opened the door.

Ya Feng stood at the door, holding a small windmill-shaped toy in his hand.

"Look, when this spins, little rabbits run around on it, it's really fun."

Ya Feng turned the windmill around to show her, and a picture of a little rabbit hopping around appeared on the rapidly spinning blades.

"Haha, isn't that interesting?" Ya Feng said with a chuckle.

"As long as you're happy..."

"By the way, what happened to you just now? Why wouldn't you let me in?" Ya Feng asked.

“I…” Ilsa avoided eye contact. “I, I wasn’t dressed properly just now… Ken, I definitely can’t let you in.”

"that's it?"

“Of course…” Ilsa’s cheeks were still slightly flushed, and she didn’t dare to look at him.

"What were you doing just now?"

"Studying, what else can I do?" Ilsa said, flicking her hair.

"Studying naked?"

"Oh no! I, I was..." Ilsa then realized her words were contradictory, and her face flushed red.

Ya Feng narrowed his eyes and stared at her intently.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Ilsa said.

“Ilsa…you, um…could it be…” Ya Feng frowned, pursed his lips, and finally said, looking at her like this: