Coveted After Becoming a Monster [Quick Transmigration] 96

Chapter 96

Li An was terrified for a long time, but Anoska showed no signs of abnormality. She washed up and changed clothes as usual until it was time to rest.

It wasn’t completely silent at this moment. Candlelight shone from the windows, and the faint sounds of conversation and prayer could be heard. Looking into the distance, the outline of the mountains was tinged with the faint red of the setting sun, and the smell of cooking smoke could be vaguely detected.

Anoska and Li An were already lying down.

It was the same as before. Anoska lay on her side by the edge of the bed, and Li An arranged her makeshift bed, half-lying on the propped-up pillow. She pulled the blanket up to her chest and then opened the novel.

During this time, Li An raised her eyes and carefully glanced at Anoska, still feeling a little uneasy.

But the person on the bed seemed completely unaware. She held a pillow to her chest, her beautiful eyes looking at Li An expectantly.

The candlelight flickered for a moment, like the lace pattern on the edge of the Saintess’s pure white nightgown, gently covering her calves.

Li An subconsciously raised her hand and pulled the blanket from the other side, covering half of her body.

“Be careful, don’t catch a cold.”

Li An instructed. Before she could finish, she averted her gaze, not daring to look again. But in her heart, she was muttering to herself that Anoska was as beautiful as a porcelain doll, especially after changing into the pure white nightgown, so well-behaved…

Butter cookie.

Daughter.

As soon as Li An thought this, her heart felt soft and mushy. She suddenly understood why some people were so obsessed with raising daughters.

She’s really so cute.

She couldn’t sleep because her handmaiden had left and needed a story to be coaxed to sleep.

The unease in her heart dissipated. With the thought that her daughter was really cute, Li An lowered her head and looked at the open book.

The birth of every civilization is accompanied by the appearance of its own unique writing, and at the same time, it nurtures culture. People use writing to record history and also to weave their own fantasies and beautiful dreams.

For example, the book in Li An’s hand was a typical dream literature.

Li An casually read the summary. It was roughly about a bard who, while traveling the continent, met a beautiful succubus and was seduced and tempted by her.

In Li An’s opinion, it was just a story of a mermaid seducing a sailor in a different shell.

She frowned, vaguely sensing that something was wrong. But as soon as she looked up, she saw Anoska’s expectant eyes, and the words of protest were stuck in her throat, and she held them back.

It seemed she had been overthinking it. Her Excellency the Saintess hadn’t discovered her identity.

After all, such fabricated stories were everywhere. Parents used them to warn their children that the outside world was extremely dangerous, while another group of people used them to fantasize about beautiful people falling in love with them.

Perhaps it had been too long, because Anoska urged, “Can we start?”

Only then did Li An come back to her senses. She quickly turned back to the first page, and just as she was about to speak, Anoska said first, “I’ve already read the first few pages.”

Li An replied with a “mm” and randomly flipped through the pages. The words hadn’t even registered in her mind before she subconsciously read aloud, “Succubi are born beautiful and weak, like a problem set by God after giving a gift, so they can only rely on others for protection…”

At this point, Li An’s expression became serious. She turned to look at Anoska and said earnestly, “Anoska can’t learn this. People can only rely on themselves. Even the closest people will leave you one day. Only by mastering your own power can you always protect yourself.”

She was speaking very seriously at this moment, her slightly immature face becoming exceptionally proper, as if she really saw herself as a mother.

But what Anoska wanted to hear was obviously not this, so she only nodded slightly in agreement, and the leg covered by the thin blanket quietly moved out a little.

Li An didn’t notice and lowered her head to look again.

Although it was just a fantasy story, it did involve some content about succubi. Thinking of the torn page, Li An could only piece together some clues from this kind of story.

“Succubi have triangular ears, and their heart-shaped tails cannot be used as weapons. They are more like the tails of cats and dogs, existing to please humans.”

“That sounds very cute,” Anoska praised.

“Not really…”

Even though she knew Anoska wasn’t talking about her, Li An still felt a little embarrassed.

“Hmm?” Anoska tilted her head to look at her and asked, “Doesn’t Li An like tails?”

Li An shook her head, “Not really, it’s just a little strange.”

Although she knew she had a tail, Li An had never let it appear these past few days. There was a strange sense of awkwardness.

Anoska smiled and said, “I like them very much.”

She said it as if it were a casual remark, but her eyes remained fixed on Li An.

Is it a hint or…

Li An subconsciously shrank back, and the calf that had secretly slipped out drooped, its cool toes touching the back of Li An’s foot.

Anoska suddenly urged, “Continue.”

Li An was a little at a loss. Upon receiving the command, she immediately lowered her head and stammered, “They have beautiful faces, pleasant voices, and a pair of eyes with special magic, bewitching passersby.”

“Bewitching?” Anoska raised a small question, her gilded eyes innocent and naive.

“Can you bewitch people like that?”

The tip of her foot was still in the same place, and as it swayed unconsciously, a slight numbness arose.

The hand holding the page couldn’t help but tighten. Li An took a deep breath and only said, “Probably.”

“Humans are really easy to bewitch,” Anoska commented.

The ears under her pink hair turned red. Li An didn’t know how to refute and could only continue, “I met such a succubus.”

Her gaze unintentionally swept over Anoska and then drooped.

“She was beautiful and innocent. She picked up my discarded poems and sang them over and over in a clear voice, bewitching me to put down my luggage, unload my harp, and stay under the star-studded sky.”

“The sound of the harp was pleasant. I never knew my poems could be so moving—”

Li An paused. Noticing that the other person’s gaze was still on her, she couldn’t help but look up.

Silver hair cascaded down, like a brilliant galaxy, falling on Li An’s cheek.

The scene she had been avoiding was now clearly reflected in her eyes.

Because of the summer heat, Anoska’s nightgown was thin. The white silk fabric hung loosely on her body, outlining her graceful curves. A hint of a rosy peak could be vaguely seen.

But Anoska’s eyes were innocent. She looked down at Li An, and the two different feelings merged, making Li An’s heart skip a beat.

“Li An,” she called softly.

She asked, “What does kissing really feel like?”

The page in her hand was crumpled, and her palm was sweating. Li An didn’t know how to answer and could only open her mouth.

Anoska’s gaze moved down and settled on her soft, thin lips.

It was silent all around, only the flickering candlelight. The tip of the foot on the back of her foot pressed down slightly, pressing on a prominent blue vein.

Li An swallowed non-existent saliva. Before she could speak, she saw Anoska suddenly avert her gaze and look at the page, pointing with her finger, “They kissed again.”

Li An was suddenly jolted awake. She looked down in a flurry and finally understood why Anoska had said that.

On the next page, the bard, in the succubus’s song, couldn’t help but kiss her.

This didn’t seem like a cautionary tale to prevent children from entering the unknown world.

Li An frowned, suppressing her previous emotions. Her tone changed as she said, “You can’t do that.”

“Hmm?” Anoska tilted her head to look at her, a smile in her eyes.

But Li An became extremely serious, “You can’t be so rash.”

“Kissing can only be done with someone you like, and who also likes you very much.”

Anoska nodded as if she understood, then looked at the other person, her tone gentle, “An’an has said this for the second time.”

Perhaps she was too nervous, because Li An ignored the overly intimate address and vaguely hummed in agreement.

Anoska suddenly laughed lightly, “It’s alright, An’an doesn’t have to be so serious.”

What kind of talk is that?!

Li An blurted out a reprimand, “What do you mean it’s alright…”

But before she could finish, she heard Anoska continue, “An’an will screen them for me.”

Her clear voice was full of trust, and it was hard to connect her with the person on the high platform, passing fair judgment. Li An pursed her lips, the breath she was holding in not knowing where to go. She could only squeeze out, “Right.”

“Right, that’s right.”

“I will help Anoska screen them well.”

The other person smiled, and her eyes, which were already as brilliant as molten gold at sunset, could actually become even brighter. She dragged out her tone and said in a slightly clingy voice, “Mm, I believe in An’an.”

This sentence made Li An’s heart feel soft and mushy, like the butter cookie that had been on the tip of her tongue before, rich and sweet.

“R-rest assured,” Li An stammered in response, lowering her head with red ears.

She turned another page in her hand, determined not to let this content pollute Anoska’s ears.

But…

Li An blinked. How could it not have stopped after a whole page? The author, when writing about kissing, seemed to have forgotten everything else, his inspiration flowing, not knowing what the world was.

Li An resolutely turned another page.

But the content on the next page was clearly no better, and it even went further.

This… this book is indecent!

Li An belatedly realized that this was not a bedtime story. No, it was a bedtime story, an adult version of a bedtime story!

Li An’s face flushed red. She looked up at Anoska, then down at the book, up at Anoska, then down at the book, four or five times in a row, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

But Anoska was even more innocent, her eyes still full of expectation, her voice weak, “What’s wrong, An’an? You don’t want to read anymore?”

How could she read this?

The words of refusal were on the tip of her tongue, but she heard Anoska say, “Then I’ll read it myself.”

How could that be!

Li An immediately said, “You’re not allowed to read it! I’ll read it to you!”

At worst, she would just delete and change some parts, only reading the healthy parts. How could she let Anoska read this kind of thing?

Li An took a deep breath and lowered her head with determination.

Li An: …

It seemed that not many words were clean.

How could there be such a book in the Holy See?

Which bastard bishop wanted to corrupt her Anoska and deliberately stuffed this kind of book into the study?

Despicable, disgusting, none of these bishops are good people.

Li An spat in her heart and gritted her teeth, “The… the succubus’s fingertips brushed over my shoulder.”

“It was like a special magic, fixing me in place.”

Li An let out a breath and wanted to read more, but she could feel the drooping calf still swaying, sweeping from the arch of her foot to her ankle, creating a flood of sensations.

She quickly shifted her attention, continued to look down at the book, and forced herself to read, “The succubus looked at me, her beautiful eyes brighter than the stars in the sky. Her clothes… her clothes fell off…”

The physical sensations were clear, making it impossible for Li An to make up new content. She subconsciously read from the page, and only after she finished did she realize what she had said.

Li An’s head exploded with a bang, and she looked up in a flurry.

But Anoska’s expression was as usual, “The clothes fell off, and then?”