Chapter 165 Chapter 163 Truth or Dare
Ji Ma felt herself getting dizzy. She had calculated well that George would surely need to restore the order in Shalin City; he wouldn’t stand by and watch, and he would urgently need a large sum of money, so he would have to cooperate with her.
However, she had underestimated Deepwater City.
George carefully helped Ji Ma up, but Ji Ma couldn’t stand steady no matter how hard she tried, mumbling:
“My money… my money… so much money…”
The entire terrace echoed with Ji Ma’s muttering.
George helped Ji Ma onto the terrace, onto the only lounge chair that had escaped the fire, and let go of her. Ji Ma flopped onto the lounge chair like a cooked noodle, tilting her head back, her vacant eyes staring at the blue sky, letting out a moan:
“… my gold coins.”
“Ji Ma, do you want some bread?” George tore a piece of white bread in half and offered it to Ji Ma.
“I can’t… eat…”
“What’s there to be sad about? In any case, the money isn’t yours,” George bit into the bread roughly, chewing it down, and consoled her, “You’ve lost nothing.”
But it really was mine. I worked hard to steal it bit by bit with my great sword; robbery is a tough job too.
Ji Ma’s tail weakly swayed as she said:
“It’s my money, mine, all mine.”
“Sigh.” George shook his head. “You could change your perspective and think about how much wealth you had before coming to Shalin City?”
“A pathetic income of only one silver coin a day.”
“And how about now?”
“A small, pitiful interdimensional space bag containing nine hundred and eighty-seven gold coins, plus someone owes me three thousand gold coins. A magical silver ring, a cursed ring, and a cup of anemia horn.” Ji Ma grew sadder as she spoke, “And, a blood-stained sleeveless dance dress, a pair of filthy white stockings covered in dust and sweat, and a suicide dagger.”
George said gently:
“You see, you’ve become wealthy by tens of thousands of times.”
“But the gold coins in the treasury are worth tens of thousands more than what I have.” As Ji Ma said this, tears streamed down her red gold eyes, dripping onto the ground.
“… then can you say something else?”
Ji Ma covered her flat chest, blinking her tear-filled eyes, and said, “My heart hurts so much, it aches when I jump.”
“Do you need treatment?”
“It can’t be cured; it’s a heartache.” Ji Ma sniffled, saying, “Poor heart, it got stabbed for nothing and achieved nothing… my money… so many gold coins…”
George sighed and shook his head.
“Speaking of the Broken Oath Sword, what are its side effects? I feel a bit strange now,” Ji Ma said. “I say whatever comes to mind, I can’t stop talking.”
“The user will enter a ‘state of chaos.'”
“That’s a very broad concept.” Ji Ma frowned lightly, unable to control her mouth, she spoke her thoughts, “In opposition to order. My abilities can also be described as chaotic because I can make people disregard morals, laws, and traditions, only wanting to follow their hearts and do what they wish.”
“Clearly, it stirs up desires within the heart, turning people into slaves of their desires.”
“The term ‘chaos’ also implies being unrestrained, rebellious, and doing as one wishes.” In this world, the meaning of chaos is extensive.
Ji Ma finally concluded, “I estimate there are many negative effects of this Broken Oath Sword, hence the use of a broad term like chaos.”
Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat.
Based on her previous performance, the negative effect of the Broken Oath Sword on her should be “speaking whatever comes to mind without restraint”!
She tried hard to suppress this thought, but still couldn’t control herself and blurted out, “Isn’t this just truth or dare?”
George looked at her and asked: “Truth? Dare?”
Fortunately, there was no truth or dare in this world.
Ji Ma struggled to control her mouth, saying, “Fortunately, in this world, there’s no—no, I’m just rambling. Ah, no, that’s not good; you can lie detect, how annoying.”
Ji Ma was scared and quickly covered her mouth, making muffled sounds.
George swallowed the mouthful of bread and said:
“I roughly deduced what your current state is; you shouldn’t be able to hide your thoughts and can’t keep silent.”
Ji Ma squeezed her small mouth like a duck: “Mmm mmm mmm (sort of).”
George reached for Ji Ma’s hand: “That’s just right; I have some doubts I want to ask you.”
No! Under conditions where I can’t be silent or lie, I might expose that I’m the Demon King! Even the secret of me coming from Earth might be revealed!
“Mmm mmm mmm.”
Ji Ma jumped up from the lounge chair like a startled cat, ready to run. After just two steps, her tail suddenly tightened. George grabbed her tail and pulled her back to the lounge chair, reaching out to Ji Ma.
Ji Ma tightly pressed her mouth, but George was strong. Grabbing Ji Ma’s slender wrist felt like being caught in an iron clamp; she relaxed her hand and said:
“It hurts, hurts, hurts!”
George went straight to the point: “Succubus, also known as Nightmare, do you have any extraordinary abilities related to dreams?”
“You truly started doubting, I—can’t say anything more!”
Ji Ma tried hard to cover her mouth, but both her hands were caught by George and raised above her head.
Ji Ma’s cherry lips couldn’t be controlled anymore, saying: “This position is the standard toppling position; you aren’t thinking of forcing yourself on me, are you?”
“Cough cough cough, let’s talk serious matters, be more serious. I dreamed of you in Deepwater City, was that you?”
“Of course it was me; little George was quite cute; really pitiful!” Ji Ma’s little face turned red as she struggled to control her mouth, but it kept talking, “But after growing up, he became unlovable, went astray and became a paladin, turning into a dead virgin, wasting such good looks.”
George’s face turned ashen at an observable speed, and Ji Ma’s tail trembled in fear.
He darkly said, “I may be a virgin, but please don’t add the word ‘dead’ in front.”
George further asked: “What purpose do you have in making me dream of my childhood?”
“I didn’t choose the dream; I sneaked into your dream and worked hard not to be discovered.”
George’s expression softened as he said: “In the chapel, I only shared my childhood stories with Jenna; you mustn’t mention it to anyone else.”
“Then why are you asking me this? I want to have secrets too.”
“But these secrets are conspiracies—related to me.” George said, “Childhood for me was only a monotonous black and white, and I have to say, you colored my dull dream significantly. Sometimes when I wake up, I think, in my mundane, boring, and painful childhood, was there a girl sitting with me on a big rock, waiting for the chapel’s envoy? And I forgot about her. Realizing there’s no one like her in my memory made me feel very lost.”
Ji Ma’s eyes darted, saying: “Then, considering I cured your childhood trauma, can I not charge you? Can you let me go? Release my hand and let me wait until this dreadful negative effect is over.”
“No.” George asked, “Can you tell me what you came to do in my dream?”
Ji Ma blurted out: “I can’t; I haven’t thought of how to deceive you yet.”
George fell silent for a moment, asked expressionlessly:
“Be honest.”
“I did it to fill my stomach; I’m starving.”
“Explain.”
Ji Ma felt blood rush to her face, turning red; she was extremely embarrassed but couldn’t control her mouth. She wished she could tear her mouth in half, even if it meant being mute for life, she said:
“I’m a succubus, of course I guide you into erotic dreams to consume the desires you have for me to fill my stomach.”
George looked as if struck by lightning, his expression resembling that of someone opening a fairy tale book only to find it was an 18+ tentacle book.
“Erotic dreams?”
“Don’t think too much; I don’t want to mate with you. Selling a little flesh can fill my stomach; why not? Besides, I’m not going to like men.”
George instinctively asked, “Then why come to me?”
Ji Ma turned her head away, revealing her flushed profile. Her neck, like a swan, gave off a faint blush as she said:
“Because others don’t taste good, I just like yours. After finally adapting to yours, I don’t want to change my taste.”
“Is that so?” George recalled many “beautiful surprises” from the past; looking back, none of them were truly surprises. “Is there any other purpose?”
“None.”
George awkwardly released his hand and said:
“That’s fine; after all, I can’t stop you from eating.”
Ji Ma rubbed her wrist angrily, saying:
“Cut it out, taking advantage and still acting smug. In the future, just openly express your desires to me so I don’t have to think every day about how to sell meat without being lewd while still being unexpected; isn’t it better for you to face your desires?”
George felt outmaneuvered by Ji Ma and turned his head away.
“Hah, don’t play dead; I just want to use your moral shame and guilt to clear my previous grievances!” Ji Ma placed her hands on her hips, aggressively saying: “Hmph, I know you have feelings for me; I need to make a living too. You can’t just teach and not care about filling my stomach, right? I’m about to push through this window paper; how will you feed me in the future?”
George’s face turned red too, and he faltered as he stammered, “I… I…”
He suddenly made up his mind and looked at Ji Ma saying: “Ji Ma, from now on I—”
But Ji Ma pressed her finger to his lips, saying, “Alright, that’s enough for now. Maintaining this ambiguous state is good for both of us. I just wanted to embarrass you.”
Saying this, she turned her head and walked away, muttering, “Anyway, there won’t be a good outcome between us.”
Her slender back looked so heart-wrenching, making one want to rush up and firmly hold her in their arms.
“Ji Ma.”
George’s voice came from behind.
“Enough, let’s end it here.”
Ji Ma walked to the broken glass door, pushed it open. Although her back seemed extremely lonely, her face revealed a joy of having escaped a disaster, resembling a curly baboon dancing with excitement.
Ji Ma lowered her voice and said:
“Damn, idiot. Just as I expected, a wave of operations scared him; otherwise, if he kept asking, I would have been doomed. Tsk tsk, the dead virgin must think I’m in love with him, how funny. I really have potential to be a green tea bitch. I can’t hold it any longer; once I cross this threshold, I’ll find a place to laugh hard.”
Just as Ji Ma was about to cross the threshold, George’s voice came from behind:
“Ji Ma, wait, there are some questions I want to ask you. The four-hundred-pound lady said she dreamed of me; was that you?”
Ji Ma couldn’t help but exclaim: “Why are you so cruel?”
The Ji Ma who just now had a forlorn back immediately took off running.
