Chapter 11: NTR
Jenna was not only a head taller than Jima, but her strength was also on a completely different level. Anyone capable of defeating a demon lord wouldn’t be weak.
Jima was impulsive, but she was always ready to shut down her abilities at any moment.
When her gaze fell upon the Holy Maiden’s magnificent chest, she noticed the seven-colored aura, which was commonly the size of a grape. However, the pink aura representing jealousy was as large as a baby’s fist.
Such a large sphere, yet it belonged to a jealous woman?
Jima suddenly realized. Perhaps the pure and noble Holy Maiden took her earlier “peeping” as a provocation. She felt a surge of frustration. Well, no normal person would think in that direction.
However, it was an unintended turn that could actually aid her upcoming experiments and schemes.
Even though she knew she was taking a risk, Jima felt that if she didn’t vent her feelings today, she might suffocate in frustration.
“I hit the nail on the head,” Jenna said confidently, like a victorious rooster, “Alright, let’s call it a day.”
She didn’t realize I was spying… Jima lightly flicked Jenna’s pink aura with her pinky as she said:
“Are you jealous?” Jima feigned realization. “Sorry, Brother George hasn’t explained what jealousy is to me yet.”
Jenna felt a pang in her chest. She folded her arms and asked:
“He taught you?”
“Yes.” Jima replied. “I would sit next to him with a book, and whenever I had questions, I would ask him. He even had me copy the book, and sometimes when my hand got tired, he would hold my hand. So warm, it felt fine right away.”
Jealousy churned in Jenna’s chest, but she didn’t notice anything was wrong with herself. Her brows furrowed in anger as she tried to restrain herself, glaring at Jima, causing her pure aura to diminish significantly.
Jima noticed Jenna’s pink aura deepening. I succeeded… Jima smiled.
Jenna couldn’t hold back any longer. She leaned down, bringing her face closer to Jima’s, and warned softly:
“George will find out that you’re not hiding well—mm.”
Jima hooked her arm around Jenna’s neck, kissing her lips. Their eyes were so close that they could see every golden eyelash clearly; the Holy Maiden’s breath tickled her face.
Jenna’s pupils widened. Seizing the moment of her surprise, Jima gently rubbed her lips against hers. A sense of pleasure from NTR-ing George surged from within, filling every pore of her body, making Jima feel like singing a tune.
Jenna pushed Jima away, covering her lips with her white-gloved hand.
She guessed that Jima was playing some sort of “shameful” game with her, and now she had lost.
“Hehe.” Jima smiled triumphantly, pointing to herself with her thumb, “This feeling is your first kiss. You haven’t kissed George, have you? Your first kiss isn’t with George, but with me, Jima!”
Jenna momentarily became confused and replied:
“Then your first kiss isn’t with George either.”
“Ah?”
Jima was taken aback; Jenna’s reaction was unexpected. Jenna should have been crying like a woman who just lost her virginity, washing her mouth out with mud. Moreover, why was she dragging herself into a relationship with a useless virgin, speaking as if she were going to kiss George?
Jima angrily said, “Whatever, your first kiss is mine.”
“Then your first kiss is also mine.”
“You… this woman.”
“The first time I see such a stupid demon.” Jenna added another jab.
Jima felt her dignity as a woman being impugned. Angrily, she turned away, the sound of Jenna’s suppressed laughter following her.
The cold wind blew on her face, feeling incredibly chilling.
After walking far away, Jima took a deep breath, regained her composure, and reflected on her recent “mistakes.”
I’m jealous of George and want to NTR the Holy Maiden, but I forgot that in my current state… that doesn’t even count as NTR; the Holy Maiden feels nothing and instead thinks I’m foolish… the more I think about it, the angrier I get…
No matter how I think about it, it’s George’s fault.
If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have descended to this ridiculous and laughable situation.
Jima gritted her teeth, muttering three words: “Useless virgin.”
As she cursed, she imagined a voodoo doll of George in her mind. Wishing for him to remain a virgin until death, wishing for him to be cut apart by an axe.
After cursing intensely, Jima felt a bit better. She found a stone bench to sit down.
As she calmed down, a strange feeling arose in her heart, making her feel increasingly familiar with her extraordinary powers. It was as if her left hand was gradually becoming as agile as her right.
She opened her personal information panel and saw a line of notifications.
“DM: You successfully triggered Jenna’s jealousy, fulfilling your scheme, causing her to be momentarily dominated by jealousy without realizing anything was amiss. You have taken a significant step closer to leveling up.”
So that was how leveling up worked—making the other party dizzy with negative desires to achieve one’s own goals. If the other party was stronger, and my actions went unnoticed, I would level up even faster.
Understanding the requirements for leveling up improved Jima’s mood significantly.
Amidst whispers that included “succubus,” the wind carried faint sounds to her ears.
Jima looked over and noticed a few passing practitioners who glanced at her and whispered something.
The entire cathedral knew about George’s issues. There must be plenty of jealous people, just like the young priest from the morning… Jima’s eyes lit up as she prepared to activate her “Eyes of Desire.”
Just then, her stomach grumbled.
Her passions were depleted, and the repeated use of extraordinary abilities had drained her emotional energy.
“Becoming a succubus is so annoying,” Jima muttered to herself.
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“Achoo!”
George suddenly sneezed for no reason. He rubbed his nose and said, “Someone must be cursing me from behind.”
“God bless you.”
Beside him, Gregory spread his fingers wide and placed them on his heart.
After speaking, Cardinal Gregory opened the secret box he had placed on the long table. On the red velvet, a white scroll lay quietly.
“This is my treasure.” He solemnly handed it to George, “If you find yourself in a dire situation, just tear it open, and it can randomly transport you up to two hundred kilometers away.”
“That’s too valuable.” This was the second time George had seen such a scroll; the last was during their demon lord expedition when the cathedral collected three scrolls from the treasury. “It’s not like I’m going to invade the demon lord’s castle.”
“Last time you fought the demon lord, you worked well with your teammates. This time, the succubus by your side will surely harm you.”
“Then why did you agree earlier?” George asked.
This was not a personal matter. If Gregory objected, according to regulations, the minority submits to the majority, meaning he would have to take Jenna along as well.
“George, doing the right thing must also consider its practicality. You’re young and talented and have suffered fewer losses, always approaching problems with a naive attitude,” Gregory said. “As old men, talking too much is useless; it’s better for you to learn a lesson the hard way.”
“That succubus is very proactive. It’s because she knows the best time to strike is outside the cathedral. This scroll is for you to use for survival after facing betrayal.”
“I can’t agree with that.” George said, “Jima is essentially just a playful child who enjoys mischief—slightly wicked but correctable. I trust her.”
Gregory shook his head and said, “I told you, why did I join the ‘Atonement Army’ when I was young?”
George felt a sense of respect.
The Atonement Army was an elite unit of the cathedral, brave in battle, unafraid of death, often fighting to the point of annihilation.
Only those who recognized their guilt and sincerely repented could join the “Atonement Army” through the atonement ritual. Usually, they believed their sins could only be repaid with death in battle. They were deeply respected by people.
The reason why Gregory joined the “Atonement Army” had always been a mystery.
George said, “I don’t know.”
“When I was young, I was a carefree shepherd. One day, I saw a group of witch hunters come to my village, searching for a witch.”
“I hated them. A bunch of foul men, always wearing fierce expressions, speaking in aggressive tones, turning the village upside down. In the bards’ poems, they were a crazed bunch.”
“The village elder said they were hunting a merchant’s young daughter, who had been targeted for enjoying strange things.”
“I just hoped they would leave my village soon.”
George nodded in agreement, “In Gray City, nine out of ten witch hunters are madmen; the remaining one is especially crazy.”
Gregory continued, “I encountered the witch among the bushes. Her red hair was like strawberries. I couldn’t connect her with the wicked and ugly woman described by the witch hunters.”
“I saved her, secretly bringing her food. The witch hunters didn’t notice since the shepherd was always outdoors.”
“She was grateful to me, drew pictures in the sand with branches, and taught me literacy. I was very happy during that time.” Gregory gazed out the window, relaxing his brows. It was rare for George to see such a happy expression on his face.
“Then she sacrificed my village to the devil and turned the coming witch hunters into blood skeletons, leaving only me alive outside tending sheep.” Gregory chuckled self-deprecatingly, “From then on, I understood—those with malice at heart are inherently wicked.”
“I… I’m so sorry.”
“There’s no need to apologize.” Gregory said, “I was the one who personally sent her shattered remains to the stake. She said she regretted not sacrificing me along with her.”
George suddenly understood Gregory’s fondness for the stake. He said, “But everyone’s experiences have limitations. Besides, Jima hasn’t sacrificed an entire village or killed the witch hunters.”
“I never intended to persuade you; I just recalled some things from my youth,” Gregory said, “Take the scroll with you.”
George shook his head and said, “It’s of no use to me.”
“Yes, I understand. If there’s only one scroll, it’ll most likely be used to escape the succubus.” Gregory said, pulling out a second scroll from his red robe. He continued, “I was wondering if I could keep a scroll.”
“Thank you.” George accepted the two scrolls.
“Don’t disappoint the cathedral’s investment in you,” Gregory said, “Ever since you returned from the demon realm, you’ve become synonymous with losses.”
“If Jima were here, she would definitely be surprised by your humor.”
“I’ll prepare a pile of firewood, waiting for you to come back with that succubus.”
“I will prove my beliefs,” George said, “Stamp me and I’ll go prepare at the armory.”
“Okay. Remember not to choose those silver armors; others will notice right away that you came from the cathedral.” Gregory said as he stamped, “Try to use the ‘Holy Healing’ ability as little as possible. If you have to save someone, remember to use your cloak to cover it.”
“Mm, I will be cautious.” George picked up the documents and left the room briskly.
“Don’t use the Holy Judgment at night; the light will wake everyone within ten miles. Also, remember to change the armor of the heavenly warhorse.” Gregory added, “By the way, the mercenaries near Shalin City now like brown cloaks with iron-gray armor. I remember there’s a set in the armory.”
George quickened his pace, disappearing from the staircase in seconds. Only when Gregory’s voice faded from his ears did he breathe a sigh of relief, rubbing his ears. He planned to find Jima to make battle preparations together.
