Chapter 82: Chapter 81: Big Loss
Ji Ma never expected that the seemingly upright and chaste virgin would actually regard her as “casting material.”
She shared a room with him, seeing him every day, and in order to find food, she provocatively enticed his desires daily.
Ji Ma felt particularly dangerous.
Sooner or later, the virgin would surely lose control. On a dark and windy night, he would pounce on her in bed, grab her hands and tie them to the bedpost, before entering from behind. Her screams would only excite him more.
What to do?
I have no way to resist. Even if I scream my throat raw, others will only complain that I’m too loud in bed!
At this moment, Ji Ma regretted it.
Regretted misjudging him at the beginning.
Sure enough, what the online novels said was not wrong; the Holy Church and the like were all hypocrites. This thick-browed, big-eyed virgin was a tail-fetishizing pervert.
I fell for it! I shouldn’t have signed that ridiculous slave contract with him in the first place.
“How could it be a painting of me!”
Ji Ma screamed in near terror, which, in everyone’s ears, was undoubtedly a display of excitement.
The four-hundred-pound woman stared intently at the painting, her pure white teeth pressed against her thick lips, which were turning pale. First in shock, then in denial, she glanced at Ji Ma and then back at the demon girl in the painting, who had a tail. Though their faces were identical, upon closer inspection, the slender girl in front had no tail!
Desperately grabbing at straws, she pointed with her thick finger at the demon girl’s tail and said, “Nonsense, he only painted a demon. It’s normal for a virgin to dream of demons, right?”
If that were the case, it would be great!
Ji Ma wanted to echo the four-hundred-pound woman’s words, but who would believe it? With her appearance and figure, it was too similar, exposing her identity as a demon, which wouldn’t be good.
Ji Ma said, “George likes women with long tails, so when he paints, he likes to add a tail to the women.”
George immediately wrote on a piece of blank paper: “She’s not wrong.”
The four-hundred-pound woman froze as if struck by lightning. Painfully admitting that the girl in the painting was indeed Ji Ma, and that the tail represented George’s affection for her. She suddenly let out a roar, her massive body leaping from the chair, hands reaching for the painting.
“I’m going to tear it up!”
A roar echoed in the tavern as the four-hundred-pound woman exploded with surprising speed for her size, crashing toward George.
George quickly grabbed the painting, not wanting to knock into the four-hundred-pound woman, and stepped aside.
The four-hundred-pound woman missed and her huge body fell straight to the ground.
It looked like a disaster waiting to happen.
“Master!”
The maids cried out in unison.
George hurriedly dropped the painting, bent down, and with a grasp, hugged the round belly of the four-hundred-pound woman, surprisingly managing to catch her, who was three times his size.
The four-hundred-pound woman looked at the ground, only ten centimeters from her nose, and realized George had caught her. Her face instantly flushed red, and unwilling to push herself up to support her weight, she turned her head and showed a happy smile:
“Dear George, I know you truly love me. You’ve even rejected that hussy’s painting to come save me.”
As she spoke, the four-hundred-pound woman wriggled closer into George’s embrace.
George was so startled that he loosened his hold and stood up.
The four-hundred-pound woman then fell to the ground with a dull thud, her belly dropping ten centimeters and flattening on the floor.
“Master!”
The maids gasped again, and this time they finally took action, rushing to embrace the four-hundred-pound woman.
Ji Ma coldly said from the side: “George, you should let her tear the painting to shreds.”
She just wanted to wrap this matter up quickly. George’s mundane act of kindness was merely giving the other party an excuse to deceive her, and it would only drag things out.
Besides, Ji Ma wished for the four-hundred-pound woman to shred that painting because the thought that the virgin regarded herself as an object was unsettling.
George shook his head, indicating that he couldn’t just watch someone get hurt.
Well, that’s fine. A gentle, perverted tail fetishist marrying a heavy woman is just perfect.
Ji Ma said, “Then wait for baby George to arrive.”
“I knew it; you let go just now because that lying hussy shot you a venomous glance.” Enveloped by the maids, the four-hundred-pound woman lay softly, “George, admit your love for me.”
George quickly held Ji Ma’s hand tightly, looking at her with sincere eyes.
Ji Ma turned her head and ignored him.
George grew anxious, shaking his head firmly.
The four-hundred-pound woman repeatedly failing began to get angry herself, even laughing:
“Alright, you say you’re engaged, so why haven’t you kissed yet?”
As soon as she spoke, Ji Ma suddenly had a dangerous premonition. A large hand grabbed her shoulder before she could react. With a push, George’s face closed in, and soft lips pressed against hers.
A “bang” resounded.
A rush of heat surged to her face as Ji Ma’s eyes widened, inexplicably recalling the times back in college when even a kiss could leave one stiff.
She felt completely dazed.
A fragrance of peach blossoms enveloped her, and she felt her lips electrified, a sensation spreading throughout her body, igniting unlimited desire.
She was so hungry, so hungry. Just the touch of their lips made her unable to suppress her predatory instincts.
She had a strong impulse to stick out her tongue. The urge was so intense that she only realized what was happening between her and George when her lips parted slightly, and her tongue slid out, gliding over his lips and pressing against his teeth. Encountering the unfamiliar saliva, she tasted the rich peach blossom flavor, as if it were fine wine, awakening each taste bud on her tongue.
She felt as if a warm liquid slid down her throat into her belly, quenching her hunger. Her face was hot, as if covered with a warm towel.
Instinctively, she stirred her tongue. She sensed George’s breathing growing heavy, his teeth parting that blocked her tongue.
Driven by instinct, Ji Ma couldn’t hold back. She tilted her head, pushed her tongue in, and their tongues intertwined, exploring more delicious sensations.
The hunger faded away.
George’s hot breath blew across Ji Ma’s face. Startled, Ji Ma’s eyes shot wide open, seeing George’s entranced face. She retracted her tongue and pushed against his chest forcefully with both hands.
But George’s strength completely surpassed hers, making it impossible to break free. Sensing Ji Ma’s reluctance, George loosened his grip.
Their lips separated.
A white line shone in the morning light streaming through the window, striking Ji Ma’s wounded heart with another blow.
I actually kissed the virgin! I want to spit it out harshly.
Yet awkwardly, she felt only a hint of nausea in her heart. Her body was celebrating, her belly feeling full, indicating she had eaten enough. Her ears were hot and flushed, and she was still gasping for breath.
Ji Ma was about to lift her hand to clear her throat and try to vomit, but the four-hundred-pound woman’s hopeless face came into view.
She remembered her true purpose: to use the four-hundred-pound woman to gain George’s trust.
Although this had deviated significantly from her plan—she had never thought she would engage in bodily fluid exchanges with George. But from a certain perspective, the scheme was a huge success.
I can’t let this effort come to nothing!
To become stronger, to become stronger.
Ji Ma urged herself, even though part of her wanted to stab George in the stomach and pull out his intestines to strangle him. However, she still wore a happy smile and said:
“How about it, old lady? Do you still need me to show you the bed exercises that George and I enjoy?”
The four-hundred-pound woman’s face instantly flushed red, veins popping on her forehead as she almost roared:
“Get lost! You lewd couple, get lost!”
“Bye-bye.”
Ji Ma happily waved her hand. She sensed her control over her nightmare abilities had deepened significantly.
George packed up the painting, and without holding hands, they left the tavern.
As soon as they stepped out, Ji Ma’s smile vanished, her rosy face turning expressionless.
Her feelings were extremely complex. Shame, discomfort, anger, along with intense excitement and a sense of satisfaction, intertwined to form a most intense emotion, surging into her skull.
To avoid losing control, she opened the “personal system panel.” In the information栏一行, she saw:
“DM: Congratulations, you have taken a significant step forward in your journey to level up!”
Just looking at that line of golden text, Ji Ma’s troubles dissipated by more than half, and she even felt it was worth it.
However, she also began to realize that as her level increased, leveling up became more difficult. If it were when she had just become the Apostle of Desire, this scheme might have allowed her to completely master the powers of nightmares and gain new abilities.
After closing the “personal system panel,” Ji Ma felt much better. At least, she no longer had the urge to stab George’s stomach.
George spoke up, breaking the awkward silence between them, “Ji Ma, I’m sorry. I was too hasty just now.”
Ji Ma’s previous worries resurfaced. She unconsciously moved a few steps away from George, accusing him:
“You perverted virgin who likes tails.”
“I, um—”
“Don’t stutter, just say it.”
“Yes, I like tails.”
Ji Ma’s own tail stood on end in fright as she said:
“Well… um… goodbye.”
With that, she turned to run.
Even though she had no ability to protect herself and was in great danger, it was still better than staying next to a perverted tail fetishist.
If she stayed any longer, she was afraid that in a few days, before getting her revenge, she would end up becoming a “hot weapon,” serving him with her tail every day.
“Ji Ma, let me explain.” George chased after her.
“I don’t want to hear it.”
“I just simply like tails, which is no different from ordinary men liking long legs and big breasts.”
Passersby nearby gave way, murmuring.
“Another couple fighting.”
“The young man is right; besides eunuchs, what man doesn’t like big breasts and long legs?”
Ji Ma said, “Don’t think I don’t know, you painted me for self-defense.”
“Ah? You misunderstood.” George grabbed Ji Ma’s shoulders with both hands, his blue eyes shining brightly, gazing intently at her: “I just wanted to paint.”
“Don’t try to fool me.” Ji Ma said: “Tell me! What’s your motive for painting me? Are you planning to sneak into my bed at night and do beastly things?”
“You misunderstood.” George said, “I just want to capture the beauty of you on canvas.”
Although it felt strange to be praised by her enemy for being beautiful, as long as there was no danger of being forcibly sexually assaulted, Ji Ma’s heart settled.
George’s words were oddly convincing. Moreover, he was a paladin. Paladins cannot lie.
Feeling a little relieved, Ji Ma asked:
“Is there any other motive?”
George said: “No.”
Ji Ma felt completely at ease but then thought, even though George’s motive for painting was pure, it didn’t mean he didn’t lust for her body and act on it.
She asked again:
“Then why did you suddenly kiss me? That was my first kiss!”
At this point, Ji Ma couldn’t help but feel sad about her first kiss. She had originally intended to give her first kiss to a tall, beautiful elder sister with a big chest and long legs.
“Sorry.” George said, “At that time, I saw you misunderstanding me and ignoring me, I didn’t continue playing along… I was too eager to get rid of her.”
“You’re lying.” Ji Ma said, “Then why did you kiss me with tongues?”
“You were the one who stuck out your tongue.”
Ji Ma’s face reddened, “I…”
Feeling guilty, Ji Ma’s small face turned red as she turned her head away.
“By the way, Ji Ma, I’m also quite curious, don’t be angry, you—”
“Shut up! Taking advantage and still playing the innocent!”
Ji Ma angrily lifted her foot and stomped hard on George’s foot.
