My wife is an immortal black snake.

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Faced with Ms. Norson's cautious question, Mr. Yang Hao paused for a moment before smiling and saying:

"If possible, I would like to learn it completely."

"Including organs?"

"Yes."

"...Fine."

It seems this lesson will be quite challenging—including a complete understanding of the organs...?

Ms. Norsen could probably imagine what kind of relationship Mr. Yang Hao would have with his wife, who was "desperately in need of a new body"... Hiss...

"This is difficult, but never mind, for the sake of blood"—Ms. Northum accepted the challenge.

..... .....

While Ms. Northumbers and Mr. Yang Hao were discussing the details of learning about "human anatomy," Miss Karina was using her communicator to speak with Lord Kosiché, who was far away in the Dukedom of Kosiché in Ursus.

"Yes, that's right. Ms. Sonia has already returned home with Hela and most of the soldiers. Well, I'll take good care of Mr. Yang Hao, but things are a bit different here in Kazdel..."

"...Yes? Hmm...I understand. But Lord Koschche? I heard that the princess of Yan Kingdom has been trying to make contact with Mr. Yang Hao?"

"Okay... I understand. I'll inform Mr. Yang Hao when I get back. Well, I'll be going now."

After hanging up the phone, Karina sighed softly, thinking that this trip to Kazdel was going to be difficult.

Because the Yan Kingdom also sent an ambassador to Kazdel, and if I'm not mistaken, their purpose wasn't to establish diplomatic relations with Kazdel at all—but rather to have a formal discussion with Mr. Yang Hao about certain matters.

...It's really frustrating.

Karina muttered to herself, then patted her cheeks, determined not to lag behind anyone here.

Chapter 139

12 month 1 day.

A considerable amount of time has passed since Yang Hao asked Ms. Norsen for guidance.

Although Mr. Yang Hao was initially very confident, thinking, "It's just learning human anatomy, what's the big deal?", he walked into a "study room" that Ms. Norsen had specially modified to prepare for his studies.

Then?

"Are you fucking stupid?! Races with tails don't have their tails coming out of their poop holes, they come out from their tailbone, from their tailbone, do you understand?!"

"Joints, tendons! How could you forget these two most important things for limb movement?! Have you been using your memory to watch—beep—?! Hurry up and memorize them!"

"And you're treating all your teeth like canines?! You—hiss...let me catch my breath..."

In conclusion, Ms. Northumber is indeed a good teacher. Both Margarita and Yang Hao deeply agree with this.

But Yang Hao was definitely not a good student, at least not a good medical student. He didn't understand the mysteries of the human body at all; he didn't even understand his own body, let alone learn about the anatomy of beast-eared girls without any foundation.

He made a lot of jokes.

For example, when Ms. Norson disassembled those medical models and then had Yang Hao roughly put them back together—he stuffed the simulated tail roots into the door of the model's defecation area, and was then scolded by Ms. Norson.

For example, he forgot that the reason human limbs can move is because of the key element of joints and tendons, so when he was reassembling the body, he forgot about this and got a good scolding...

For example, he subconsciously thought that cats' teeth were all sharp, so he ground down the teeth of the medical model into canines... But thinking about it carefully, it seems to make sense. If they were all canines, wouldn't his little brother have been bitten off by Koscher long ago?

Hiss... Mr. Yang Hao gasped. At the same time, Ms. Norson, who was standing behind him observing his movements, rolled her eyes and then gently tapped the man's shoulder with the book in her hand.

...

It must be said that Yang Hao was the worst student Ms. Norson had ever seen, apart from Margarita, without exception.

Not only does he lack the necessary foundation to learn advanced theoretical knowledge, but more importantly, he also lacks the talent to compensate for his weak foundation...

But what could she do? She had already accepted his conditions. Ms. Northum sighed and thought to herself, if it weren't for the fact that his blood was so delicious, she would never want to teach him anything!

It's not just the time it takes, but the real problem is how troublesome it is! And this man has absolutely no common sense, it's just...

"...well!"

Watching Mr. Yang Hao once again tuck his tail into the wrong place, Ms. Norson sighed heavily: "I really don't know what to say."

Ugh!

Ms. Norson looked at him with a disappointed expression. After giving Mr. Yang Hao, who was awkwardly laughing and unsure of what to do, a heavy tap on the shoulder with the book in her hand, she decided to demonstrate herself—in a more direct way—so that Mr. Yang Hao could understand where a "tail" actually grows from.

and so--

She walked behind Mr. Yang Hao, and then—

"--ah?!"

"So! The tail! It didn't grow out of that door, understand?!"

She placed her left hand on Mr. Yang Hao's lower back, and then, amidst his gasp, she used her gloved hand to trace down his spine, finally grabbing the end of his tailbone—of course, in this situation, her fingers inevitably ended up on his buttocks as well.

Indeed, this Mr. Yang Hao is a strange person...

Ms. Norson frowned, pressing down on Mr. Yang Hao's tailbone with her left hand. Amid his gasps and embarrassed cries, she thought Mr. Yang Hao's body structure was truly strange...

Although his body felt quite robust to the touch, actually... Mr. Yang Hao? Are you from Agor? Why can't I really touch anything like a tail? No...

"—Ms. Northumber?! Please remove your hand—"

Hmm? Touching downwards doesn't work either... Hmm? You really are a race without tails... But you don't have the feathers of the Liberians, nor the dragon horns of the Vayvans, your ears aren't pointed, and you don't have that salty smell of the Agorians... Hmm?

"—Ms. Norson?! Uh—"

Speaking of which, what did I just touch?

Ms. Northumbers snapped out of her academic reverie. Then she noticed that her hand seemed to be gripping something strange.

Looking down—ah, so that's it! Her left hand had inexplicably landed on Mr. Yang Hao's left buttock.

"Tsk, what's there to be shy about? I've cut off more asses than you've fucked, what's there to be shy about? If you're this shy, go learn some human anatomy from your mother!"

"—That seems true... But Ms. Northumbery, could you please take your hand off my butt? What if Margarita comes over..."

"hiss--"

That’s right—

What might seem like a simple and straightforward approach to medical guidance could be viewed differently by others.

Just like how Ms. Norson was genuinely rubbing Mr. Yang Hao's tailbone so that he could better understand "where the base of the tail is"—but if Margarita saw this...

That's a major crisis and misunderstanding—the idea that one's teacher is like a pervert, touching the butt of the man they like.

...hiss.

Ms. Northumber didn't want to explain such a troublesome thing to Margarita later, nor did she want the little bat to distrust her directly—so she jumped back in a panic and took her left hand, which still had the man's warmth on the outside of the glove, off his buttocks.

As for the victim of the "pervert," poor Mr. Yang Hao looked at Ms. Norsen's calm face and only twitched his lips. Then, based on the lesson he had learned from his "personal experience," he properly inserted the tail of the medical model into its proper place.

Ugh!

I'd better not tell her that she just touched my balls...

He figured his journey to Kazdel would be very difficult, really...

Chapter 140

...

After struggling to learn more about human anatomy from Ms. Norson, Mr. Yang Hao felt that he had gained a deeper understanding of her.

"...Ms. Norson was a very serious woman when she started mentoring. Although she could be very strict, to be honest, she was a very good person as a teacher."

"Ok?"

On the one hand, it's about Ms. Norson's positive qualities as a teacher.

On the other hand, there's the terrible side that Mr. Yang Hao simply couldn't bring himself to tell Margarita and Karina.

That is, Ms. Northumber is a bit of a glutton... literally, she is a bit of a glutton.

If Margarita was content with a maximum of 100 milliliters of blood from Yang Hao each time she needed to drink it—then Ms. Norsen drinks nearly 200 milliliters at a time. And she takes a sip every time she comes to teach; in other words, Mr. Yang Hao has given Ms. Norsen an unknown amount of blood this week...

If it weren't for Ms. Norsen's sense of propriety and understanding that "if this shop is gone, there won't be another chance to drink here," and her provision of a complete set of Originium Arts services that could "quickly generate blood" and "quickly restore health" for Yang Hao... poor Mr. Yang Hao would probably have been literally drained dry by Ms. Norsen.

Thankfully, the worst-case scenario didn't happen—but even so, Karina, who was eating opposite him, and Margarita, who was also eating at the same table, could both notice that the man's face was getting paler and paler from being sucked of blood.

Karina knew about Mr. Yang Hao's deal with Ms. Norson, so she just looked at him with some concern—what about the little bat?

All the little bat knew was that...it seemed like her teacher was imparting knowledge to her sweetheart.

Um...

This... Margarita really doesn't understand why her teacher's face turned pale after being with Yang Hao.

After thinking it over, she figured maybe the teacher's method was a bit too rough? Margarita, in any case, knew this all too well, so she offered Yang Hao some words of comfort:

"Well, um... although the teacher is very strict, she will definitely teach you everything she knows, right? Although the teacher may not teach you everything that Yang Hao wants to learn, at least... she should do her best to teach you what you need to learn now, right?"

"Ah, um... I can relate. But it's truly remarkable that Margarita has been able to persevere this long under Ms. Northumbria's guidance..."

"Huh? Hmm? Um... thank you?"

"It's a compliment. Just accept it. By the way, Karina, about the issues concerning Kazdel and Yan Kingdom..."

Margarita squinted, smiled shyly, and nodded, completely unaware that the wounds on Yang Hao's wrist used for bloodletting and sucking blood seemed to be developing calluses...

And the other side.

Hiding in his room—or more precisely, in the bathroom.

Ms. Norsen was drooling over the blood in front of her—although she always used the "on-site" payment method to directly suck the blood from Yang Hao's body, there was always some "excess" blood that she collected, put into small bottles, and carefully stored in the refrigerator, making it her "stockpile."

Now is the perfect time for Ms. Northumber to enjoy her "stockpile"—Ms. Northumber is actually quite self-aware about some things...

"No, no, Norsen... you fucking have to quit this blood..." Like a seasoned smoker of over a decade, she gazed with lust at the blood vial she had arranged with such reverence, while simultaneously suppressing her physical urges and performing her usual pre-meal prayer: "If you keep drinking like this, what will you do when you reach the point where you can't eat without this blood?! Sigh! Just this last time, just this last time, indulge yourself one last time before quitting this blood..."

Ms. Norson always says this, but she can't help but continue the tradition, and in the end it always turns out the same way—just like an old smoker who says he's quitting but his body doesn't let him quit.

Ms. Norson knew she couldn't quit this stuff, but—but who knew?! What if?!

What if I really do quit?! So, if I really quit, wouldn't it be terrible to not be able to drink it anymore? No, I have to drink my fill one last time before I quit this blood drink—

and so.

Ms. Northum always says that.

In fact, the moment the blood entered her mouth, she temporarily forgot all her resolve.

Then, after waking from the intoxication of blood, the old blood demon faced his greatest enemy: the ever-growing thirst for blood that accompanied each sip of Yang Hao's blood...

"call..."

This fascination with blood is perfectly common for blood demons. To use a human analogy, there are certainly many self-proclaimed "gourmets" who vow to eat every delicacy in the world and have a particular fondness for a specific dish—this is also normal for blood demons. What's worse than for humans is that the "blood" they need isn't something that can be replicated simply by "teaching them how to cook"...

If it were truly possible to drink this blood from others every day through "teaching," Ms. Norsen certainly wouldn't be in such a hurry—but the problem is, that won't work. Currently, in Norsen's eyes, there's only one man who can be called a "state banquet," and if one day she really reaches the point where she's too weak to move without drinking his blood, that would be absolutely terrible...

...well!

She sighed, closed her eyes, and then poured the contents of the open bottle into her mouth, savoring the fleeting pleasure and satisfaction that Yang Hao's blood brought her...

...

She stuck her tongue into the blood bottle, reluctantly licking away every last drop of blood that wouldn't drip off, and then sighed.

"And teaching lately has been really troublesome... Ugh, does this guy think I don't know where my hands were? Sigh—now I'm starting to see Mr. Yang Hao more and more like he's treating me like food... This won't do, Norsen, he's your apprentice's future husband, and your current student too. You can't treat him like food or livestock... Sigh!"

Ms. Norsen knew she was starting to see Yang Hao as "food." But that wouldn't do, so she had to change her approach!

So let's start by not drinking so much blood!

Having made up her mind, with a resolute expression, Ms. Norsen carefully capped the bottle she used to store her blood (the same bottle Yang Hao had given her the first time) and placed it in the safest place before calmly leaving her room to prepare for the afternoon's lesson.

...

Then, this afternoon, after Mr. Yang Hao came over, I looked at the wound marks on his wrist that were constantly irritating his nose.

Ms. Norsen gritted her teeth and forcefully suppressed her urge to drink blood.

"—So we're starting all over again today, understand? Here happens to be a small medical model of the Felin race. I'll take it apart, and then you'll reassemble it according to the structure of the skeleton, internal organs, blood vessels, muscles, fat layers, and skin..."

"Oh, I see. It seems it shouldn't take too long. But speaking of which..."