Chapter 32: Child Abuse
Jima sat in a chair, listening to the footsteps outside the door, took a deep breath, and composed herself.
She planned to entice George into going to the bank to withdraw money, to help her step on a landmine.
George pushed the door open and entered. Jima swung her legs, which were wrapped in black stockings, and jumped down from the chair. She ran across the floor towards George, showing her most adorable smile:
“George, you’re finally back! Was it hard dealing with the gnolls?”
George couldn’t help but glance at the pristine tail between Jima’s legs. The tip of her tail swayed from side to side, occasionally scratching against her stockings, producing a faint sound of silk brushing against silk. The stockings were thin, and through them, one could see the soft, snowy skin.
“It wasn’t hard, just a hassle.”
Jima sniffed, catching a whiff of peach blossom fragrance, and felt that stockings were truly a woman’s most powerful weapon. With a hopeful smile on her face, she said:
“Then we don’t have to worry about the food expenses, right? George, I heard that there’s a delicious dish in Shaling City called grilled swordfish. It’s made from the strongest muscles of the swordfish and drizzled with a sweet and tangy sauce. It’s especially delicious and has no bones.”
As Jima spoke, her golden eyes sparkled.
“That’s not possible,” George shook his head regretfully. “Not enough money.”
“Then half a portion will do.”
George shook his head again. “Still not enough.”
Jima asked carefully, “A quarter portion?”
“The bounty is only one gold coin.”
“One gold coin?” Jima’s whole demeanor visibly deflated, “I thought you discovered an underground kingdom of gnolls, rescued a noble lady from a group of goblins, and she was so grateful that she gave you a chest full of gold coins.”
George replied, “Hold on… how did you jump to goblins?”
“Well, seeing how close you were with that noble lady earlier, it made me think of the hero saving the beauty,” Jima replied. “And if it’s about a hero saving a beauty, then goblins naturally come into play, right? They’re just fishy monsters like gnolls anyway.”
George was at a loss for words and said:
“You have quite an imagination; we just happened to run into each other. Her name is Lisi; she wants to experience the life of an adventurer and plans to exterminate gnolls.”
A classic scenario, but unfortunately, the ones living in the sewers weren’t a bunch of goblins.
“Really?” Jima was a bit disappointed, her tail drooping to the ground. “But don’t her family oppose it? After all, adventurers often encounter unexpected dangers.”
“It’s just gnolls. Besides, she has twenty armed battle slaves behind her.”
“And then what?”
“When she hesitated at the entrance to the sewer, I went down and wiped out all the gnolls. She felt bad and invited me onto her boat. We had a great conversation, and she felt that a knight of Bart should not be doing this kind of sewer cleaning job. So she invited me to join the adventure team she is forming, planning to attack the goblin nest in a few days.”
“What’s the difference between cleaning out gnolls and attacking goblins?”
Jima questioned. Even if George stood still, a goblin with the strength of an eight-year-old child couldn’t hurt him at all.
George pondered seriously for a moment, “Gnolls lay eggs; you need to smash all their eggs.”
“Well, that doesn’t sound like a simple adventure.”
“She’s a vain girl, always hinting to me that her adventurer team has admirers,” George said. “I think she likes watching others get jealous of her.”
Jima raised an eyebrow, sensing an opportunity, “So you’re interested in her and want to fight with her admirers?”
“Admirers?” George thought for a moment. “Is that a metaphor for her pursuers?”
Jima nodded.
“Very apt, but it’s insulting, so don’t say it to her face,” George said. “Of course not; she promised to invite her best adventurer allies to the Rainbow Festival banquet. I just want to leverage her to network and find out who New Delhi is.”
“Just don’t end up in bed with her,” Jima said, then became worried, “However, attending a noble banquet, you can’t possibly go in full plate armor; nobody would want to talk to a guest who doesn’t even have proper attire.”
“That’s the part that’s giving me a headache. I just hope Lisi can be understanding; I’ll tell her about my predicament.”
“Just say it directly: ‘Sorry, I’m poor and can’t afford clothes?’”
“I’ll leave out the ‘sorry.’”
“George, are you really planning to say that directly?”
“Is there a problem?” George looked at Jima strangely, “It’s the truth.”
You must be a real steel-headed man!
“Since she’s a vain person, she might refuse you, not invite you. Thinking to herself, ‘A poor loser who can’t even afford clothes is worthy of attending my banquet?’” Jima said. “Actually… I have a way, but… never mind.”
“Jima, trailing off like that is the most torturous thing.”
“I’m afraid, I’m afraid that if I say it, you won’t want me anymore.”
Jima’s eyes drooped. Her youthful voice trembled with fear yet tried to hide it, making her quavering voice evoke genuine compassion.
“I will never give up on you,” George said firmly.
She is about to take the bait.
Jima perked up, but her expression didn’t change. She hesitated for a moment, gathered her courage, and said:
“I… I feel like being locked in the Demon Lord Jima’s treasury isn’t without reason. I have clues to his treasury in my memory.”
George’s expression became serious. He thought of something; his golden brows furrowed as he showed a look of disgust, saying:
“The actions of the Demon Lord Jima are truly repulsive. To carry you like a key to his treasury to satisfy his insatiable lust at all times.”
Nonsense! You’re the bad guy here. Aren’t you the one carrying the “key”? I have to figure out how to satisfy your desires every day… But the idea does sound quite exciting.
Jima suppressed the anger rising within her and maintained a calm expression as she said:
“The key to that淫种’s treasury exists in the highest-tier anonymous account at the Fren Brothers Bank. There’s bound to be quite a few gold coins in that account, just enough to help you.”
“Jima, I’m glad you shared your secret with me.”
Tsk, quite the opportunist. Just wait until you step on a landmine; let’s see if you can still smile.
Jima said, “I’m just happy to help George, after all, you’re the only one who treats me well. I just hope to get a bit of money when the time comes; I really want to eat grilled swordfish.”
“Of course.”
“When are we going to get the money?” Jima clenched her small fists, excitedly asked.
George smiled and said, “Actually, Jima sneaked out this morning to the bank, didn’t you?”
Jima’s smile froze instantly, “Well… I… you can ask the attendants if I snuck out.”
“You just need to answer with a yes or no.”
There was no room for misdirection.
Jima’s heart raced, and she could only lower her head and say, “Yes.”
“I’ll take a guess; you didn’t get the money, so you wanted to find me, right?”
“I was just a bit greedy,” Jima stiffened her tail for a moment.
“I’m not blaming you; as long as it’s not greedy enough to harm others, it’s quite normal. I wouldn’t blame you,” George said. “On the contrary, I’m glad you trusted me enough to share your secret.”
Jima didn’t expect George to be so unbothered. If someone attempted to deceive her, she would have twisted their head off by now. She let out a sigh of relief and felt a swell of pride in her heart.
As expected, he truly was a complete and utter virgin.
She raised her head again, her previously stiff tail happily wagging.
“But,” George abruptly shifted gears, “we have already had an agreement. Although I understand you, we must follow the rules.”
With that, George pulled out a scoring sheet from somewhere and picked up a pencil from the table, writing while speaking:
“Going out against the agreement, deduct five points.”
“Telling lies deducts three points.”
“Being discovered while lying, deducts two points.”
Jima’s heart sank. After working hard to fill in the negative points these past two days, she was finally back to zero. If these points were deducted, she would be back to negative ten and would have to get spanked.
She blurted out, “I refuse!”
“Refuse?”
George looked up in surprise.
“I want to see the contract! The deductions are too harsh.”
Thus, George took out the contract and pointed out each clause for Jima to see. The more she looked, the colder her heart felt. Jima suddenly remembered that paladins uphold order and goodness, relying heavily on witness and material evidence. She quickly said:
“You… you have no evidence.”
George nodded, “You’re right.”
Jima sighed in relief, unable to help but place her hands on her hips, her tail held high, saying: “Well, let’s just deduct half my points; I promise I won’t do it again.” I will definitely not be caught by you.
“Denying forcibly deducts five points,” George smiled. “Without evidence, how do I know you snuck out?”
Jima’s tail immediately drooped down as she said: “I don’t believe it unless you show me evidence.”
George then took Jima to the window facing the backyard and called out to the celestial warhorse in the stable: “Old friend, did you see Jima sneaking out? If you saw, give a reply.”
“Mooh~~”
“Jima, did you hear that? Huh, where is he?”
The door opened, and a hat with a bow fell to the ground, as a clean white tail disappeared at the doorframe.
In the corridor.
Jima’s bare feet ran on the carpet, sprinting at full speed towards the staircase.
Damn, I knew that dead horse had issues!
“Jima, come back!”
George’s voice called from behind, also a command.
Even if I starve outside, I will never go back!
But her limbs went limp against her will, stopping at the staircase.
She gritted her teeth, resisting the power of the contract that surged from the depths of her soul.
I, as the mighty Demon Lord, will never submit to a mere contract!
Jima’s small face flushed red, her black-stockinged legs trembling as she slowly lifted towards the staircase, then turned around and strode back to the room.
That feeling of being unable to control her body was truly awful. As the door got closer and closer, Jima’s face reddened from humiliation, and her eyes suddenly became teary.
In the past, she used the slave contract to toy with maids, but now she was being toyed with by the brave men trying to kill her.
Tears pooled in her eyes, but she forced herself not to let them fall.
George stepped out holding the white hat, hurriedly placing it on Jima’s head to cover her horns. He pulled her back into the room and closed the door, blocking her tail beneath her skirt.
Seeing Jima’s red eyes, he froze for a moment and said gently, “I was just anxious, worried about your identity being exposed.”
Jima looked up, tears held back. How could the might Demon Lord shed tears in front of enemies?
She was quite stubborn… George’s heart softened, he coaxed, “I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have used the contract.”
Why are you apologizing to me?
Jima found it strange, stared blankly for a moment, then realized that George had promised not to treat her as a slave.
A strange sense of warmth surged within her, but it quickly faded.
What a fool, haha, how much virtue must one accumulate to deceive such a capable big fool.
“Five points deducted for lying under accusation,” George marked in his notebook. “A total of minus twenty points. According to the agreement, you’ll need to pull down your pants and get spanked ten times.”
Jima’s tears fell all at once, and she hurriedly covered her chest, saying:
“My young heart has already been shadowed by the slave contract. Another spanking would shatter it, leading to a lifetime of psychological trauma… it would harm children’s mental health.”
“Rules are rules; let’s get to bed.”
Jima instantly turned around, opened the door to escape, shouting, “Help! Someone is abusing children!”
As she stepped outside, her tail suddenly hurt. She turned her head and saw George gripping her tail. With a little force, Jima stumbled backward a few steps and sat down on the bed.
George closed the door, easily grabbing Jima’s tail, saying: “Behave and lie down, or else I’ll keep deducting points.”
