My Husband's Subordinates Want to Take Me to Bed Every Night- Chapter 33
Chapter 33: The Academic Master
Lien hunched over the crystal dining table, watching as the man meticulously cut her food into bite-sized pieces.
At least he has some conscience left.
As she waited, Kessert suddenly spoke.
"By the way, wife, what did you want to ask me earlier?"
After making the final cut, he set aside the knife and placed the neatly arranged plate in front of her, along with a silver fork. He then turned back to his own meal, slicing into the delicacies with practiced ease.
"The chef came by earlier today. He wanted to know your thoughts on his cooking."
"Tabik? Hmm... let me think."
Kessert chewed thoughtfully on a piece of meat. Though it had gone cold, the flavor was still rich.
As a being who didn’t need sustenance to survive, eating was merely a habit he indulged in only when with her—a meaningless act in the grand scheme of his immortality. To him, consuming food was as fleeting as blinking.
"Still, compared to these dishes, I find you far more delicious."
The smoothness with which he delivered the line made Lien narrow her eyes. She couldn’t help but wonder—how many women has he said this to before?
Setting down her fork, she reached out and pinched his cheeks in playful punishment.
"Kessert, have you had many women before? Are you just recycling sweet nothings you’ve told others and feeding them to me now?"
Kessert froze mid-bite, his golden eyes flickering nervously to hers.
"...Wife, do my past relationships bother you?"
The question made her pause.
Of course he had a past. He had lived for tens of thousands of years—it would be naive to think he hadn’t loved before. But did it matter?
"...Even if it did, it’s in the past. Dwelling on it is pointless."
"Really?"
"Really." She shrugged. There was no sense in tallying up his millennia of history. When he was young and foolishly in love, she hadn’t even existed yet.
But...
"But?"
Hearing the hesitation in her voice, Kessert tensed. His tail stiffened behind him, and a bead of sweat formed near his horns.
"Any romantic lines you’ve used on them—don’t reuse them on me. Come up with new ones."
She wasn’t petty enough to hold his past against him. If she started counting, she’d never stop.
And even if he was recycling old material, so what? After tens of thousands of years, she didn’t expect him to have fresh poetry left.
She just wanted to be humored.
"That’s easy. I promise." His relief was palpable.
Even if he had to scrape the bottom of his imagination, he’d make sure every word was hers.
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Dinner—or rather, a late-night snack—passed in awkward but comfortable chatter.
As Kessert cleared the plates, he noticed the thick tome of demonic history resting nearby.
"Wife, you’re reading historical texts?" He flipped through the pages, impressed. "How did you even understand these runes?"
The thought of her studying his world’s history to better understand him warmed his chest.
Lien blinked sleepily, resting her head on the table.
"Ran into Ji Fanyao in the library yesterday. He taught me."
"Yesterday? You finished this entire book in one day?" Kessert’s jaw nearly dropped. It had taken him a full week to get through this dense volume.
Lien propped herself up, smirking at his disbelief.
"Hey, Kessert... did I never tell you?"
"I’m kind of an academic master."
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**Mini Bonus Chapter: The Secret Library Trip**
After lunch, once the servants had cleared the dishes, Lien quietly cracked open the door and peeked into the hallway.
Good. No one’s around.
Yesterday, she had confirmed the guards’ patrol schedule with Posaton—just for this moment.
Tiptoeing down the corridor, she moved like a shadow.
From his perch against a pillar, the red-haired demon, Ian, cracked one eye open at the sound.
Pathetic.
He watched the human woman scurry past before closing his eyes again, disgusted.
Lien counted the pillars as she went, navigating the maze-like castle until, half an hour later, she reached the northern library.
After triple-checking that no one had followed her, she slipped inside and locked the door behind her.
Now, no one can interrupt me.
Thanks to her growing familiarity with demonic script, she quickly found the section housing... special literature.
Blushing, she pulled out that infamous brown-bound book.
Too paranoid to sit in the open reading area, she instead wedged herself between two towering bookshelves, hidden from view.
Half an hour later, the human queen finally emerged from behind the stacks, her face flushed with satisfaction.
She closed the book with a soft *thud* and smiled.
...Worth it.
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