Chapter 20 Chapter 21 You Actually Floated Up!
Ji Ma walked along the road with George. The clergy passing by all stopped and looked at her, their gazes focusing on her head or thighs, seemingly searching for a tail and horns.
At this moment, Ji Ma was immensely grateful that George had given her a magical item that could hide her horns and tail; otherwise, she estimated that her bare tail would have been burnt to ash by everyone’s gaze.
Aside from the feeling of being watched on her head, Ji Ma could also feel the substantial gaze of many on her face, which felt like being illuminated by sunlight. Besides her face, the focus of their gaze was on her thighs.
Ji Ma was not particularly surprised; she already knew that her appearance was quite striking.
But how did she compare to Saint Jeanne?
Ji Ma inexplicably began to feel anxious. When there were fewer people around, she quietly asked George:
“George.”
“Yes?”
“What do you think of Saint Jeanne?”
“I think you might have an implication.”
“You mean, tell me directly?”
“Yes.” George said candidly, “I understand; I can never guess implications, so for the sake of communication efficiency, please be straightforward.”
“Saint Hall Syndrome.” Ji Ma said, “If I speak frankly and offend you, wouldn’t my little bottom be in trouble?”
“In the Hall, there is a saying: ‘Do not punish honest people.’ We are quite tolerant of malice towards honesty; after all, if we require everyone to be saints with no malice or jealousy, then everyone can only remain silent.”
Ji Ma thought of the cardinals who openly expressed their prejudice and vigilance towards her. If it were anyone else, they would surely say a lot of meaningless words to brush it off.
“So should I say it?”
“Go ahead.”
“What do you think of Saint Jeanne in terms of sexuality?”
George asked in confusion, “Sexuality? What does that word mean?”
“It means, does Saint Jeanne have sexual allure for you, that kind of power that pulls you to bed and makes you want to engage with her.”
Uncertain whether to feel embarrassed or something else, George raised his hand and emphasized, “Ji Ma!”
Ji Ma quickly covered her head and said, “Don’t forget the saying from the Hall.”
George took a deep breath, lowered his hand, and said, “That sentence of yours was too blasphemous.”
“In other words, even discussing sexuality related to Saint Jeanne in private makes you unhappy?”
“Ji Ma, your thoughts are too… I want to say a little, but I cannot lie.”
“I know it’s crude; I’m a succubus.”
“Don’t lower your standards just because you are a succubus.”
“Stop changing the topic.” Ji Ma asked seriously, “Is it that just imagining lifting yourself in front of Saint Jeanne makes you feel deeply ashamed, even a kind of impulse to thrust a sword into your womb?”
George, usually calm, turned red at that moment and raised his hand to flick Ji Ma on the forehead.
Ji Ma clutched her head and said, “We agreed not to hit honest people.”
“But if it’s too much, it still has to be stopped.” George said, “Just like earlier, if a passerby walked up to us and said he wanted to drag you to bed and do that kind of thing, I would have him taken to the penal institution and demand he formally apologize to you.”
He actually cares about me, which shows that my emotional deception plan has made some progress. The relationship between him and me is no longer purely platonic.
Ji Ma suddenly felt she had a slight advantage over Saint Jeanne. As long as she could outshine her at the party, she should be able to extinguish any feelings Jeanne had for George, making it easier for her to take advantage of the situation.
“Stop changing the topic. Have you ever thought about marrying her? It doesn’t have to be marriage, just wanting to date once.” Ji Ma said, “Go to bed once.”
“Can you not keep saying that kind of thing all day?”
“Oh.” Ji Ma urged, “Hurry up and say it.”
After Ji Ma finished speaking, her translucent golden eyes fixated on George’s face.
George replied, “I have thought about it. To say it is embarrassing, I even had such thoughts when I was around eleven or twelve. After that, the virtues Jeanne displayed made me only feel pure feelings for her.”
See what moral shackles can do. They make a spirited young man completely impotent in front of a beautiful big-breasted woman he has grown up with.
Ji Ma was delighted, her tail curling in excitement, feeling as if she had discovered that a housewife’s husband was a eunuch.
In her mind, she immediately conjured an image: Saint Jeanne dressed in an alluring maid outfit, wrapped around her waist, walking toward the bedroom. Saint Jeanne turning her head with sorrow, glancing at her childhood friend fading into the distance…
NTR, how wonderful.
“Ji Ma… Ji Ma?”
Ji Ma snapped back to reality, “Ah?! What’s the matter?”
George said, “We’ve arrived.”
Unknowingly, the two had walked to a courtyard. The white stone wall was covered with a layer of evergreen ivy.
Ji Ma looked around and asked, “Is it just the two of us?”
“I told you before, my friends just happen to have things to do today.” George looked at his fingers, suddenly adding, “Sorry.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I think I might have been too heavy-handed and made you silly.”
Sometimes, honesty can be more irritating than sarcasm.
However, Ji Ma sensed a dangerous signal. Saint Jeanne was no fool; she would certainly strive to break George’s stereotype of her and pursue happiness.
She also realized she had overlooked an important point.
The power of contrast is amazing. Imagine a pure, ethereal, and pristine saint suddenly pulling you to the bedroom, all covered in layers of clothing, making a confession to you.
Such power could probably make George, the dead virgin, instantly lose control.
Even if he were a eunuch, he would likely spring to life on the spot.
Ji Ma, momentarily overtaken by optimism, calmed down her little head and reminded herself to take her opponent seriously.
At this time, George knocked on the door.
Ji Ma took one last look at her outfit, feeling that her straight male aesthetics had hindered her appearance.
The black stockings were vulgar enough, and combined with the black and red short skirt, it was a poor color scheme. Before a real woman, she might not just be outclassed.
A sweet voice from behind the door called out, “Coming.”
As the door opened, the light immediately brightened.
Saint Jeanne appeared in a white, waist-cinching long dress that accentuated her graceful waistline, adorned with a brilliant golden belt. A snowy headscarf was placed on her head, her golden hair flowing down her fair neck to her bosom. It seemed as if a beam of moonlight fell upon her, giving her an ethereal glow all over, exuding a kind of pure beauty that seemed otherworldly.
In her presence, all lewd intentions appeared so ugly.
Only someone like Ji Ma, a lustful person, could remain unaffected by her lofty aura and wantonly indulge in her desires in her heart.
However, at this moment, even Ji Ma felt “flaccid.”
This might be the closest moment between Saint Jeanne and a statue.
Ji Ma contemplated, her gaze falling on the pure and petite feet beneath Saint Jeanne’s dress. The tiny feet hung naturally, the toenails glistening, untainted by dust.
Saint Jeanne was floating.
This truly was a fairy sister; I couldn’t even “get hard,” let alone a certain dead virgin.
Ji Ma glanced sideways at George.
Sure enough, his face had suddenly turned serious and rigid, like a carefully carved statue.
The flush that had appeared on his face from hearing suggestive remarks vanished in the blink of an eye.
The enticing aroma of peach blossoms that had previously filled the air also disappeared without a trace.
“Saint Jeanne.” George said, “I am very honored that you are hosting my birthday party.”
Well, the dead virgin unconsciously used honorifics now.
Saint Jeanne’s smile stiffened slightly as she replied, “George, we don’t need to be so formal. The cake I made for you, tell me if it tastes good.”
George nodded, “Thank you very much.”
Ji Ma couldn’t help but place her hands on her hips, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
Saint Jeanne invited, “Then please come in.”
Saying that, she turned and floated inside. Looking at her back, Ji Ma couldn’t help but recall the white-robed ghost from horror movies in her previous life.
At the door, needing to change into slippers, Saint Jeanne had already prepared two cotton slippers.
It’s hard to tell whether it was because Saint Jeanne was entirely white, reflecting light, or whether her body really emitted light; the interior was exceptionally bright, as if daylight had been turned on.
Saint Jeanne’s house, different from George’s simple and almost poor home, was adorned with luxurious and expensive decorations. The dark wood furniture, plain white ceramic vases on the table, and the smooth marble floor that could reflect one’s silhouette.
In here, Ji Ma found a hint of the palace feeling.
Ji Ma said, “I thought every house in the Hall was as poor as George’s.”
“Please sit, please sit, I’ll go get the cake.”
Saint Jeanne said, then floated off to the kitchen.
On the large dining table were two exquisitely crafted bottles of wine filled with a pale golden liquid.
At first glance, Ji Ma saw her chair, a high-backed chair with a cup of hot milk in front of it, quite far from George’s position.
After George sat down, Ji Ma shamelessly moved her chair closer to his, took a sip of milk, and said, “So sweet. Saint Jeanne, you really treat your guests well.”
At that moment, a wave of cake aroma wafted through the air.
George sat up straight, his waist erect like he was facing an opponent with a sword, and he said:
“I’m ready.”
“Ready?”
Yes, I do indeed need to be ready. Although I currently hold a significant advantage, I must not let my guard down. I cannot be defeated by Saint Jeanne’s hot milk.
Ji Ma put down the half-drunk milk and unconsciously straightened up.
“I hope you weren’t kept waiting.”
Saint Jeanne floated in, pushing a dining cart, at that moment, she gave off a slight hint of smoke.
She lifted the silver lid, and a pile of steaming white unknown substance appeared in the sight of both.
Ji Ma tried to guess its shape; it was once a two-layer cake, but the thick frosting melted, collapsed, and finally turned into a mound of white unidentified substance. The appetite she had just now from the aroma instantly vanished.
Ji Ma stole a glance at George; his expression showed no signs of change, proving him worthy of being a genius of the Hall.
Saint Jeanne looked down and said, “Ah? I just heated it, how could it turn out like this?”
Ji Ma pointed out, “Heating frosting causes it to melt into mush.”
“Ah… then should I make another one?”
“No need.” George said, “I really appreciate your thoughtfulness; let’s start eating.”
George’s eighteenth birthday cake looked like a lump of feces.
