My wife is an immortal black snake.

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"What? Haven't you ever seen me change clothes? I'm a woman, after all, and women have plenty of clothes in their wardrobes. Besides, shouldn't you bring my payment before class?"

"Oh..."

After locking the door, Mr. Yang Hao kept staring at Ms. Norsen's clothes.

A black dress. And the black silk fabric used in some of the more alluring parts of the dress was so little that Yang Hao could see the cleavage of her chest and the faint color of her skin.

Not only that, was her underwear also black? Yang Hao swallowed hard and slowly approached the smiling Ms. Norson... and then Ms. Norson climbed onto him.

Her teeth pierced Yang Hao's neck. It seems her needs were exceptionally strong this time.

Chapter 178

"...What's wrong? Come on...let's start here..."

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"Try to assemble those things quickly. Refer to my body..."

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"Don't stop. Hurry up."

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Ms. Norson was exceptionally enthusiastic in her teaching today.

She not only used her Originium Arts to make the skin and muscles below her abdomen transparent, allowing Mr. Yang Hao to see the entire process of her peculiar internal activities, but she also guided Mr. Yang Hao to thoroughly "explore" her body before letting him try to assemble the sorted models, form a complete internal organ system, and then fit it into a life-size human model.

...Yang Hao was indeed studying very hard, but...

“Ms. Norson... um..."

"Chirp... Focus."

When Yang Hao was studying hard, Ms. Norson would kneel in front of him and use her slender hands, clad in black silk gloves, to undo his belt.

Yang Hao is working hard.

Ms. Norson was working hard on his lower body.

Dressed in a black gown, she had even pulled her black pantyhose halfway down. She wasn't there to teach at all—she was just using "teaching" as an excuse to do something much deeper.

Yang Hao wanted to say something, but seeing that she had already opened her mouth and taken it in, he could only continue working while sweating profusely.

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He managed to complete his graduation project while maintaining his composure.

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Of course, simply sewing things together isn't enough. Yang Hao still needs to work harder to place them in the right locations.

After rinsing her mouth with a handkerchief, Ms. Norson smiled and said she would "demonstrate" for him.

"Um..."

Why did you ask me to lie on the table when you were demonstrating?

Mr. Yang Hao watched her excitedly as she took off her dress, removed her black lace panties, and then sat on his lap.

We didn't go in, just one in front of the other. That's definitely how it is now.

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While Mr. Yang Hao was diligently studying the mysteries of the human body to ensure his safety, Monica, the head maid who had nothing to do here for the time being, also went back home to see if there was anything that needed her help.

"...Um?"

However, when Monica returned, she realized something was amiss: while Ms. Sonia was indeed a reasonably competent maid, and she performed her duties admirably... for some reason, Lord Koschche and His Majesty were behaving strangely. They sat silently on the sofas facing each other in the conference room, and on the table before them lay what appeared to be... an invitation?

“Um, Lord Koschche? Your Majesty? May I take a look?” Head Maid Monica looked curiously at the invitation that had angered or silenced the two lords.

In response to Monica's question, Kosic simply looked up and nodded: "See, Monica... I need to comfort Green now..."

"Miss Green?"

"...Look at the contents of the letter." Empress Catherine across from her stroked her large belly, then shook her head at the invitation on the table.

"...Eh?"

What exactly happened? Even Miss Green was angry and had to be comforted by Lord Kosiché? What's going on?

Monica picked up the invitation, puzzled, and then carefully read its contents in her fairly fluent, but still somewhat unfamiliar, Mandarin...

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She understood. This was a wedding invitation from the Yan Kingdom. Two invitations were sent, one to Her Majesty Catherine and the other to the newly appointed Duke Koschche.

At first glance, there seems to be nothing wrong with this—it's simply that their princess is getting married, so the Great Yan Dynasty is inviting important figures from the empire with which they have a good relationship to attend the wedding. It's a symbol of friendship.

At first glance, the problem becomes more serious: Why does Princess Wei Qing need to go to your Great Yan for her wedding? And why does she require our Duke Yang Hao to stay there for a few days? Although this can be negotiated further, the problem is... this is a bit inappropriate to start like this, isn't it?

Head Maid Monica had begun to think it was only natural that the three lords were angry—but after reading further down and seeing the extra content added to the invitation to Lord Koschke... she understood why Miss Green was sulking.

"...Lord Koschei, if I'm not mistaken, the Yan people are apologizing for the accidental death of the previous Duke Koschei due to their mistake...right?" Monica looked at the first few lines of the invitation, a few beads of cold sweat trickling down her forehead.

“...Yes.” Lord Koschchet didn’t even look up.

“And if I’m not mistaken, the Yan people didn’t actually intend for you to attend the wedding at first, but only because of the previous Duke Koschche…” Monica looked at the middle line of the invitation and her lips twitched.

"...Yes." Lord Koschche nodded silently.

"...Finally, they also told you that Princess Wei Qing will do her best [in place of the previous Duke Koschche]...?" Monica looked at the last two lines of the invitation.

"...But the problem is, Grin is perfectly fine." Duke Kosiché stroked the forehead of the rag doll in his arms expressionlessly, as if comforting the poor cat who couldn't move or speak, telling her not to be so angry.

"..."

This is a blatant provocation! Whether it's the current Duke of Koschei or the previous Duke of Koschei, this is an open provocation by the Yan people!

But the problem is-

...

The Yan people have no idea that Miss Green isn't dead, she's just waiting for a new body, and that Lady Kosiché is actually Lord Yang Hao's legal wife... So, in other words, when they sent these invitations, they were indeed **without malicious intent**... They had no intention of provoking anyone; they were simply writing down what they knew about the regrets and assurances they had made. But the problem is, even knowing that you truly meant no harm, this is still too...

This is really infuriating for both of them...

And why does the wedding have to be held in Yan? Can't we do it in Ursus? Or we could choose a city near the border!

Are you trying to take this opportunity to abduct my master to the Great Yan Dynasty to become a duke?!

Monica, the head maid, twitched her lips, thinking that she needed to tell Lord Yang Hao this bad news as soon as possible...

Chapter 179

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Meanwhile, in his room, he was lying on his bed, dozing off.

Margarita saw her parents appear in her hazy, dreamlike state, something she hadn't done in a long time.

Although it might not really be considered a dream, Margarita was still very happy to see her long-lost relatives, so she did manage to run into her parents' arms in the dream.

They held her gently, but for some reason, the father looked helpless, and the mother looked disappointed. They were both looking in a certain direction, which, if Margarita's memory was correct, was the direction of the room where Yang Hao and his teacher had their lessons.

What's going on? Margarita squinted, rubbing her face against her parents' bodies. She didn't want to think about it anymore; after all, it was rare to see her parents... Come to think of it, they had rarely appeared since she started training with her teacher. What's going on?

After much thought, Margarita could only come to the conclusion that "perhaps they are already at peace with themselves."

So—why did it come out again today?

Margarita looked up, somewhat confused and curious, at her parents' chins.

"...Margarita, keep it up! Don't be so passive."

The mother looked down at herself and gently stroked her hair.

"Ok!"

To this, Margarita could only respond with happiness.

Then... the world before her vanished. In its place were a familiar pillow, a room that was gradually becoming familiar, and a clock on the wall that she groggily glimpsed when she looked up...

"Hmm... Is it already this late?"

Margarita rubbed her eyes sleepily. It was 5:20 p.m., almost lunchtime.

Today is December 13th, tomorrow is the 14th, the day after tomorrow is the 15th, and the day after that is the 16th...

Margarita recalled the advice her mother had given her that day... Of course, she knew she hadn't accomplished anything in her relationship with Yang Hao lately! But, but... she'd been so busy lately, and she felt awkward asking him to take time off work to be with her... Hmm... but, but it seemed like her teacher had already gotten quite close to him...

So, it seems only the squeaky wheel gets the grease? Margarita rolled around in her blanket, wondering if she should be less obedient.

Um...

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"Hmm! Let me go see if the teacher and Yang Hao have continued the lesson... Then, I'll see if I can become a little naughty..."

Margarita was determined; no matter what, she had to create wonderful memories with Yang Hao during this time! If possible, it would be even better if she could spend it with her teacher...

So, how do I become "worse"?

Margarita thought of Miss Karina... She seemed honest too, but she often carried Yang Hao's scent... Although not as strong as the teacher's, it was clear that Yang Hao liked... someone who appeared to be a good kid on the surface, but secretly would mischievously fawn over him...

Hmm...can I give it a try?

Margarita wriggled out of the rolled-up blankets. Then she put on her boots, thoughtfully left her room, considering what she could do next.

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After some time.

Margarita arrived at the classroom. But before she even entered, she could faintly smell a strange odor coming from behind the door...

"Ok?"

What was going on? Margarita originally wanted to just push the door open and enter, but after remembering her teacher's earlier reminder to "knock before entering," she forcibly held back.

She knocked lightly on the door a few times, and with a knock-knock, the teacher's calm voice came from inside: "Hmm? Who is it?"

"Teacher, it's me! Dinner's ready. And is Yang Hao inside?"

"...Yes. Um, just a moment, I'll come unlock it..."

Was the door locked? Margarita sniffed in confusion, wondering why the teacher would lock the door during class.

The innocent little bat had no idea what was going on; her understanding of the adult world was still too shallow.

As the footsteps drew closer, as the door lock clicked open, and as the pungent smell wafted out after the door opened... Margarita looked at her teacher, who was dressed very beautifully for some reason, and then at the sweat dripping from the inside and outside of her bare thighs... She felt very curious.

But she didn't ask anything; she just kept searching the room for Yang Hao. Actually, he wasn't hard to find, but the way he was bent over working on a medical model made him so inconspicuous...

"Yang Hao? It's almost dinner time!" Margarita called out to Yang Hao, puzzled. She noticed the pungent smell seemed to be coming from her teacher, but also from Yang Hao. "Why don't you rest for a bit?"

"Hmm—let me take care of this."

He looked up, then lowered his head again. He seems really focused on his work. Maybe I shouldn't bother him?

Margarita turned to look at her teacher thoughtfully. Only then did she realize that although her teacher's expression was the same as usual, there seemed to be a faint blush on her face.

“Margarita, why don’t you wait for us over there?” Facing Margarita’s gaze, Ms. Northumb, who was inexplicably standing with her legs tightly pressed together, simply smiled. “We’ll go over after we’re done here. Besides, the head maid hasn’t even come to inform us yet… Is that alright?”

"Okay! I'll go to Yang Hao's room and wait for you then. I'll also ask Miss Karina a few questions..."

"go Go."

Confused, Margarita turned and left under Mrs. Northumbers's gaze.

And it was after watching Margarita leave that Ms. Northam quickly locked the door again, then breathed a sigh of relief and walked to the opposite side of Yang Hao, quickly putting on her underwear and pantyhose that she had left there.

"...Thank goodness Margarita didn't find out." She muttered something, her face flushed... "Well, thank goodness..."

"..."

"Hurry up and put your pants on, you rascal! I need to get there before Margarita discovers anything... I need to go to the bathroom before I get there... Ugh... I should have brought some sanitary napkins..."

"...Um? Ms. Norsen, the back of your clothes..."

Yang Hao took out a handkerchief and wiped the sticky residue off the back of her clothes. Looking at Ms. Norson, whose legs were still trembling, he thought to himself, "This time, she's really taken the old saying 'just rubbing won't get in' to the extreme..."

Watching Ms. Northon get dressed, the liquid seemed to slowly slide down her black stockings...