Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Confusion
George first froze for a moment, then snapped back to reality, his face slightly flushed but not overly shy. He had been spending time with Jima for a while, and her actions were to be expected. Instead of feeling overly surprised or embarrassed, he felt a warmth in his heart, straightened up, and said:
“I’m glad you were able to move on from what happened yesterday.”
Jima tilted her head and looked at him, suddenly breaking into a strange smile.
George asked, “What are you laughing at?”
“It seems that the illustrious Chaste Hero has been corrupted by me, fallen to such a degree,” Jima tsked, “already accustomed to the kisses of a succubus, no longer resistant.”
George tapped Jima’s head and said, “You were the one who previously mocked me for being constrained by moral shackles, not acting like a normal man.”
“Because I enjoy teasing you.”
“Alright, I won’t play around with you anymore. I have things to do and need to leave.”
“Then I won’t cook for you tonight?”
Jima asked, honestly, she preferred to be alone with the saintess Jenna to try and steal a march on her.
“Not that busy.”
After saying that, George walked to the gate of the courtyard.
Jima propped her face on her hand, watching his figure disappear behind the gate, her smile gradually fading.
She licked her lips, savoring the last trace of peach blossom fragrance in the air. She exaggeratedly curled her fingers and looked at her pinky, laughing, “Oh dear, I’ve turned into a green tea bitch.”
The influence was mutual.
Under her various saturated sexual advances, George, who initially viewed sexuality as a great danger, gradually began to enjoy his own objectification.
And herself, from initial resistance to acceptance, even finding joy in it.
She spread her hands and murmured to herself, “Hmm, I have some different feelings for him.”
However, this feeling was trivial compared to her ambitions and hatred.
Jima opened her personal system and saw a message notification: “DM: You have gained a bit more understanding of the deceiver.”
Looking at the timestamp, it should have been from the earlier conversation when she used true lies to deceive George.
This sentence reminded her once again that her relationship with George was built on a bubble-like lie. Moreover, in order to become stronger, she had to lie, constantly lying, the bigger the lies she told, the faster she became stronger.
The bubble would eventually burst, but Jima had already come to terms with it.
Jima lowered her head and said, “Anyway, this good time will eventually end, so why not enjoy it while it lasts?”
She straightened her body, turned around, and went to wash her face with cold water. The cold water splashed on her face, making her feel much more alert, and her muddled thoughts cleared up.
“What should I do today?”
Jima sat on the bed, feeling a sense of confusion because she didn’t know what to do.
She pulled up her task list, and the primary task was “Enhance Strength,” clicking to see:
“1. Write ‘The Misadventures of the Elf Queen’ and find a way for its influence to spread further, getting more people to believe in its existence.”
Continue writing the book?
Jima’s head began to hurt; she felt a mental block. She had just finished writing about the elf queen disguising herself and falling into the hands of dark elves, unfortunately being taken an interest in by a warden. In order to preserve the queen’s dignity, her beautiful maid actively stepped up to shield her from harm.
The queen watched her maid being “punished” by the warden, her feelings extremely complicated. She wanted to reveal her identity so they would be treated with respect, but her maid stopped her with a look.
With that scene finished, she didn’t know what to write next that would both develop the plot and be compelling enough for readers to continue.
Jima decided to set that aside for now.
“Let’s go steal a march then.”
Thinking of Jenna’s skin that seemed to be coated in moonlight, her proud peaks, and her stunning oval face.
Jima felt an urge stirring within her, her taut calves unable to stop rubbing against each other, her tail swaying.
However, she had to wait until evening when she was teaching her to cook dinner to be together.
Did she really have to waste the entire day?
Should she buy some new clothes?
Her own clothes were getting scarce, only three sets, and spring was approaching fast.
“No, I need to use this excuse to get Jenna to go shopping with me,” Jima muttered to herself, “but our relationship hasn’t reached that level yet. Ah, pursuing girls is such a hassle… I’m still too weak.”
She started to reminisce about her old life’s “girl-chasing” methods.
If she hadn’t ended up in Shalin City, she would just pick someone she liked and sign a contract.
Or mimic primitive people—spot someone, knock them out, and carry them home. However, this method was inefficient and gradually fell out of use.
Besides, the few female lovers without a coercive relationship were all proactive in seeking her out. She didn’t need to put in any effort. After all, there were so many people wanting to attach themselves to the strong that they could fill a sea.
“Maybe I should practice dancing first,” Jima stood up, “it seems like it’s been ages since I practiced, going back and forth only knowing a few dances; isn’t this wasting my talent?”
With that, Jima made up her mind and added a small task: “Go find a place to learn dancing.”
Fifteen minutes later, Jima donned a hooded cloak and stepped outside.
After asking for directions, she walked straight out of the chapel.
She walked for nearly twenty minutes.
The road was good; it was paved with marble, unlike other cities where the paths were muddy from countless踏ed by livestock and people.
The guards at the entrance, seeing the points card Jima presented, asked:
“Are you the succubus Jima that Brother George brought back?”
Jima asked, “How do you know?”
She had only been judged yesterday morning.
“It’s written on the bulletin board,” the guard said, “you’re really beautiful.”
Jima felt a bit uncomfortable with such straightforward praise from a stranger and replied, “Thank you for the compliment.”
Saying this, she took her card back and stepped back a few paces to distance herself.
As she walked out of the city gate, she saw a crowd gathered in front of the bulletin board.
Citizens in civilian clothing were discussing animatedly.
“The chapel actually acknowledged the existence of harmless succubi.”
“Didn’t you see? It’s only temporarily acknowledged as harmless. The exact words are that no harm has been discovered so far.”
“What’s the difference? That hero George must be feeling great.”
“Didn’t you hear? The last chapel announcement stripped him of his hero title?”
“So what? I heard succubi are all enticing, it’s just a title—if it were me, I’d do it too.”
Jima lowered her hood to cover her face and hurried away.
Because this time, there would be no tall figure standing beside her, blocking the greedy gazes directed at her body.
After more than ten minutes of walking, Jima distanced herself from the city gate. She stood at a gradually busier intersection, watching carriages and people going back and forth.
This place was cleaner and more prosperous than Linshui City. There were planned drainage ditches and dedicated cleaners. After a brown horse let out a steamy pile of dung, a cleaner went up and scooped it up into a bamboo basket.
Watching the throngs, hearing the sounds of people, the thumping of hooves, and the hawking of vendors.
Jima fell into confusion again.
So, how should she find a place to practice dancing?
