A Good Night's Sleep... Again

This was without a doubt the worst day of my second life. To be born from an egg without knowing that I am a snake? After the initial shock, you get used to it. Fighting a gorilla that wants to tear your body apart? It's hard, but that's okay, just don't lose. Going to war and almost dying there? It was complicated, but I met Jorge there, someone who has helped me since he came into my life, my nightmares have even become less frequent. Now, facing hours of classes about etiquette, and also having to learn magic to speak? That is simply tortured! Throw me into a battlefield, but don't make me study!

I intended to learn magic or something, to learn to speak one day. After all, how will I communicate with my daughter when I find her? But to learn this when I should be training for a war that is about to start? How could I begin to learn this at a worse time? And, even though I have bad hearing, I am still a Rank 2 magical beast, I still have some hearing, and I know that someone was laughing at me... I mean, someone else, since Jorge did it to my face. He didn't even try to disguise it...

And this Antara guy is a big bastard! He hit me on the head with a water whip! How dare he! Just as I was about to attack, my mother appeared like a ghost and attacked me again, this time with a root. Where did he get water to make a whip? And how can she move so silently with such a big body? Is she related to a Roc?

The good thing about this day is that it is over. When I arrived at the cave and saw its half-destroyed state, without enough black grass for my good rest, I decided to go to that metal construction that I think belongs to the vampire girl, Hellen.

Taking a sleepy Jorge, I set off for her house. I was so tired and out of spiritual energy, I didn't see my mother's shocked face...

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Hellen had just taken a shower. She had a certain mania for cleanliness, so it was common for her to shower at least 3 or 4 times a day. This is one of the reasons why she was so uncomfortable when she arrived in this forest. She felt dirty with all the mud on her shoes. The blood of her enemies made her want to vomit.

Hellen had her green hair loose and was wearing a purple silk nightgown. Her long white legs were exposed, her breasts were a beautiful D cup, and even covered by the sweater, they were capable of causing desire and lust in anyone who saw.

While thinking about the satisfying day she had, Hellen arrived at the small bedroom that was connected to the living room, hidden behind a false wall. As soon as she arrived, the one she least wanted to see, she saw. San Meili, the hateful black serpent, was on her bed, taking up all the space. And as if this was not enough, he was still with Jorge, the humanoid wooden figure!

But today she would not fall for the duo's games. Today, she was in her right mind, and she still hasn't forgiven him for everything he did to her yesterday. He would have to hear some words from her today!

"What the hell do you think you're doing in my bed?! Is it the custom of magical beasts to invade a lady's room at night, and lie in her bed? Will I have to talk about this with Mister Antara?"

He was indifferent during the whole speech, with the same eyes full of boredom as he had some kind of telepathic conversation with Jorge. But when he heard the name Antara, his reactions were different. Jorge laughed, his laughter was like two pieces of creaking wood. And San Meili looked at her angrily for a moment, before he calmed down again.

He gathered his spiritual energy and began to speak, "I suggest you don't do this. I can do nothing to my mother, for I love her. I can do nothing with Antara because he for now is more powerful than I am. Even the matriarch is too far away for me at the moment. But you, you are so easy to deal with as... well, you get the message."

Her voice was soft and calm, with a serenity that did not match her black serpent appearance. She knew what technique this was, after all, she was created with the help of the vampires. Vampires called it soul language before, but nowadays, everyone calls it spirit language. She used spiritual energy as a medium, to replace the vocal cords of the magical beasts. So her voice always carried traces of her spiritual energy, something the vampires put into the technique to always know at least a little about the magical beasts' powers or intentions.

"Are you threatening me?! Do you know who my mother is? She's the blood marquis' right-hand man! And my father-" Before she could finish, she was interrupted.

"I'm not threatening you, I don't see you as a threat to me or Jorge. To be a threat to my mother, you still need to live for another 5,000 years or so before you can even scratch her. I'm saying that one day I can go to the castle of this marquis of yours, and tell your mother some lies so that you can be punished. The same way you did with my mother."

She swallowed the words she was about to say. This black serpent indeed attacked them as soon as it saw them, but that is somewhat natural among magical beasts. After all, they are always fighting among themselves, so they always protect their territory religiously. After that, he didn't attack her with any malicious intent. Even when he pulled her to sleep with him, neither he nor Jorge had any malice. This was a relief and, at the same time, an affront. Doesn't her charm work on magical beasts? What about all those stories about magical beasts being maniacs? Is she ugly? Not at all!

"If you're done with your threats, let's go to sleep. I don't have much spiritual energy to keep talking. This technique sucks up a lot of spiritual energy. And don't even think about sucking my blood while I sleep." Finishing speaking, San Meili snuggled into a corner of the king-size bed, with Jorge hugging his horn.

Hellen couldn't believe such an insult! She kept trying to speak, but he just ignored her. Hellen might be cold-blooded for ignoring the death of her guard, who was a member of her family's branch. But she was soft-hearted and horrible at arguing. She was the type who could only think of what to say in an argument hours after the argument had happened.

With a sigh, she lay down on the bed, and San Meili made a part of his body climb onto Hellen's body, resting his head on her shoulder, while Jorge climbed onto one of the pillows next to San Meili's head.

In a low voice, San Meili said, "Please caress my head."

A shiver ran through Hellen's body. She had never been with someone of the opposite sex so close, even though she was a magical beast. Her mother was very strict. Although she was a very loving mother, she was incredibly strict about vampire customs, but that is a subject for another time. Reluctantly, Hellen stroked the head of San Meili, who let out a satisfied grunt.

Looking around the room a bit, she noticed the details of the room. The wall had violet wallpaper, her favorite color. There was a corner table, near the bed, and a closet. There was a small window and a vent. Thinking about silly things and what she would do when she got back to the castle, Hellen slept while still stroking San Meili's head...