Mystery: She came from the Chaos Sea

Chapter 105 Teach me
The dim candlelight flickered in the empty hall, casting gray shadows on the walls.

Hermione looked away, trying to find an excuse to cover up this delicate and dangerous situation. However, Amanesis only curled his lips slightly and chuckled.

"Perhaps you've forgotten that this body you created with your own hands, infused with abundant spiritual energy, requires virtually no food or rest in its early stages?"

The figure of the vampire girl completely disappeared with the sound of the door closing. Amaniss stood up lightly and sat down next to Hermione. The quietly shortened distance made the air seem to be stained with a charming atmosphere.

Hermione tensed at this. This kind of intimate behavior was not new to them, and it was quite common. But tonight, the atmosphere was too subtle, causing her to overreact.

Hermione cleared her dry throat and said, "Don't you really need to rest? It was you who suggested we stop here on the way."

Amanesis tilted his head slightly, his dark eyes gazing into hers as he whispered, "You've never been this nervous in front of me."

Hermione was stunned for a moment, then sighed, "Maybe I know a little too much."

Upon hearing this, Amanesis was also stunned for a moment, and then a string of chuckles escaped from his mouth.

Know too much, what do you know too much about?

Seeing at once that Hermione was just a king of theory, Amanesis chuckled and said, "You know a lot... Then will you teach me?"

This imaginary body, untouched by any mid- to high-level Beyonder traits, possessed Amanesis. The mental ease he felt at this moment made his words and actions more like those of an ordinary human, less divinely distant.

Since "traveling through time", due to the influence of high-sequence divinity, the misplaced identity of the Demon Wolf Clan, and his steady and rational temperament in the old civilization, his humanity has become increasingly indifferent.

Although he later picked up Hermione by accident, in fact, from the first time he met her to now, the emotional emphasis he placed on Hermione has been different at different stages.

From the nostalgia for human identity, to the surprise of being a fellow countryman, to having similar personalities, to having similar ambitions... to this day, this feeling has become so complex that it is difficult to define or categorize it with a single word.

But the accumulated feelings are becoming stronger and stronger.

But He had always been too rational, too steady, and too indifferent. After being accustomed to this for a long time, and with the influence of divinity, it gradually became difficult for Him to even have the idea of "indulgence".

Did my deliberate attempt at indulgence frighten Hermione?

Amanesis thought so, but his upper body slowly shrank into Hermione's arms. He felt the stiffness of Hermione's body, but he still sniffed gently.

Then He did not take any more actions, but the actions that did exist were already ambiguous enough and had already gone beyond the scope of friendship and intimacy.

At this moment, Hermione, who was holding a goddess in her arms and saying "I know too much", was indeed nervous for a moment, but when she inhaled the reassuring scent of Amanesis into her nostrils, her stiff body relaxed.

She had relaxed and recovered in the breath of Amanesis time and time again, and now it had become an imprint engraved deep in her spirit.

Feeling the warm yet restrained breath in her arms, Hermione lowered her head slightly, and a few strands of her soft hair just happened to slide down and gently sway on Amanisis's cheek.

"Itchy." Amanisis, lying in her arms with his eyes closed and his face sideways, complained softly, and then rubbed his cheek in her arms, as if to stop the itch on his cheek.

Such a charming look and unintentional movements seemed to have a charming power of its own. Hermione felt a tingling electric current rushing up from her tailbone and instantly spread throughout her body. Her whole body was filled with this strange feeling.

Amanesis, who had been lying quietly in her arms, seemed to sense the tingling sensation on her body as if by telepathy. One of his hands slipped silently under the hem of Hermione's robe.

Hermione felt a cold hand pressed against her waist, but without much movement, the cold, slender hand gradually became warm.

Soft feeling against skin.

Very comfortable.

There was no further movement between them.

After a long time, Hermione felt a soft snoring sound from her arms. Amanisis, who said that he didn't need to rest, fell into a light sleep.

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

After waiting for a while, Hermione did not use her extraordinary power, but picked up Amanesis by the waist and carried her back to their room. The fire in the hall quietly went out.

In the dark night.

As Nasha yawned and prepared to fall asleep, a voice suddenly rang out in her mind: "You vampires, just like humans, are such inconveniences."

"God of Deception? You... you haven't left?" Nasha was instantly alert, covering her mouth and nose, not daring to make a sound. She had long been accustomed to communicating with this mysterious and dangerous evil god through her thoughts. "I've never been far away," Amon said in a calm and melodious voice.

"Aren't you afraid that the Goddess and His Highness the Sage of Humanity will find out that I'm parasitic on me?" Nasha couldn't help but think so.

Amon chuckled softly, and there was a hint of amusement in his laughter:

"They already knew."

"Moreover, the complex relationship between gods is not something a mere vampire like you can understand."

Amon's tone was profound, and seemed to contain deep emotion.

Nasha didn't think much about it and simply thought that the God of Fraud was just casually explaining the acquaintance between him and the goddess.

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

"You, you, you...what are you asking suddenly?" Nasha almost screamed from her throat and quickly covered her mouth tightly.

"It seems so." Amon said slowly.

Amon paused for a moment and suddenly asked, "Nasha, why do you creatures have such troublesome things as emotions?"

"It's for reproduction, right?" Nasha said, a little stunned, not quite understanding.

"You vampires have a long lifespan... haha, do you also need to consider reproduction?" Amon chuckled.

"Uh..." Nasha thought for a moment and murmured, "My elders once taught us that although we vampires have a long lifespan, we will still grow and age, and be born and die."

"Besides, there must be some desires in life. No one likes an empty life... Some people desire honor, some desire love, and some desire power."

"...Does the god have any desires?" Nasha asked a little presumptuously. After all, the clone of the God of Deception that was parasitic on her body often communicated with her in her mind. This familiarity made her unconsciously a little presumptuous.

"Of course... yes." Amon smiled faintly, but he didn't say anything else.

The sky gradually brightened, and the soft morning light gradually dispelled the darkness in the house.

Hermione also woke up from her sweet dream. She was sleeping in the arms of Amanissis. At this moment, part of her body was being heavily pressed under Amanissis.

A bit numb...

In her human form, Hermione actively retained the delicate touch and body instincts that a human should have, but this reservation made her suffer a little at this moment.

But inexplicably, she did not use her extraordinary ability to dispel this feeling.

"Good morning." At this time, Amanesis also opened his sleepy eyes, and his persevering gaze quickly fixed on Hermione.

He looked at Hermione, who was tidying up her slightly disheveled clothes, and smiled slightly at her calm and elegant profile. "You seemed afraid of me last night?"

"Afraid? No." Hermione didn't stop moving her hands, smoothing out the wrinkles on her robe neatly. She looked relaxed and said in a very firm tone.

"You've been so tough all day long." Amanesis looked at Hermione's graceful figure as she left the bed with some regret. "Then I really shouldn't have shown mercy last night."

"Show mercy?" Hermione, having composed herself before opening the door, turned back and said, "I just felt it was unfair, so I took the initiative to restrain myself."

"My body is my true self, and yours is just a figment of my imagination. When your true self recovers, I will teach you..."

Hermione's voice was neither hurried nor slow, yet it revealed an unquestionable certainty.

"is it?"

Looking at the figure that was walking away, as if leaving a harsh message, Amanesis leaned against the headboard, the smile on his lips becoming more and more obvious, and said softly:

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

(End of this chapter)