Chapter 40 Chapter 41 The Strange Succubus (Continued)
“Male-slaying outfit?”
Jima shook the clothing bag, saying, “Yes, it’s clothing that can make men like it.”
Saintess Jenna looked at Jima with a complicated expression.
Jima took it as a conservative woman’s prejudice against certain clothes.
She smiled and said, “Sister Jenna, you must still be worried about George, right? I took the liberty to bring this outfit, and once you put it on, it will definitely be useful.”
Although it might be cheap enough to arouse the interest of a dead-end virgin, being able to enjoy the sight of the large-breasted saintess changing clothes was a bargain.
“Jima…” Jenna looked extremely conflicted, “You’re too kind.”
“Alright, alright, my saintess.” Jima was already eager, her tail wagging excitedly as she pushed Jenna toward the bedroom, saying, “Let’s go to your private room.”
Jenna seemed hesitant, probably still unable to accept a bolder dressing style. Really, I’m still a man, and less than a month in, I’m already willing to strip and expose myself.
They passed through the elaborately decorated hall and entered Jenna’s private room. Jima took a deep breath, the air scented faintly. The soft, white bed in the bedroom looked so inviting that she just wanted to cuddle with the large-breasted saintess and sleep peacefully.
“Jima, do you like it here?”
“Mm.” Without saying much, Jima plopped down on Jenna’s soft bed, her golden eyes gleaming with a strange light, jokingly saying, “Sister’s bed is so soft, I really like it.” It would be even better if I could sleep with you.
“Really?” Jenna said, “If you like it, I’ll just give you a bed.”
“No need for that, I’m someone who gets bored easily. If you give me a bed, I would lose interest instead.” Jima placed the clothing bag on the bed and said, “How about I come over sometimes to sleep with you?”
She smiled, but her tail bounced on the soft quilt, revealing her nervous emotion.
If it were before, Jenna would probably agree. But then she thought, what if Jima found out about George’s feelings for her at night? Wouldn’t that be awkward?
However, Jima was so kind that she didn’t show any jealousy at all.
Jenna was hesitant about whether to agree. Seeing Jenna’s difficulty, Jima disliked being rejected and jumped ahead, dumping the clothes from the bag onto the quilt, saying:
“Never mind that for now, come take a look at the male-slaying outfits I picked for you.”
A few flimsy garments lay on the soft quilt, looking rather eye-catching.
Jenna picked up a palm-sized tied lingerie, her face turning slightly red, asking, “What is this for?”
“A bikini.” Jima stared at the saintess’s proud peaks, saying, “Sister, with your good figure, you can definitely stretch this fabric, and it will look very charming when it’s taut.”
“But… this is too little.”
“Exactly, being half-covered and half-revealed is more interesting.” Jima said, “It will definitely awaken the nurturing instinct in men.” Like me.
Jenna shyly turned her head away and said, “No, a saintess shouldn’t wear such lewd clothing.”
“Don’t you understand yet?” Jima quietly opened her eyes of desire and saw the air of jealousy and lust within Jenna’s broad chest, almost identical in size.
She continued, “You’re too reserved, too pure. Men will admire you but only see you as a glowing statue, keeping their distance. Do you want to be worshiped like a statue by George your whole life? Haven’t you thought about having an intimate relationship with him?”
Jenna’s face immediately flushed deep red as she asked, “George would think of me as a prostitute.”
Jima smiled, saying:
“He won’t, as long as you wear it just for him, he will be extremely grateful. Moreover, he will feel a sense of conquest, knowing that even the exalted saintess is willing to wear sexy clothes for him. Any man would kneel and surrender on the spot.”
Jenna bit her lip lightly.
Memories of their lunch conversation with George floated in her mind. He really was dense, having hinted so much. Yet he was so clumsy with Jima’s initiative.
She asked, “Jima, have you ever worn these outfits in front of him?”
“Of course, I wear clothes full of sexual innuendo.” Jima changed the subject, “So you can trust me; after all, I’m an experienced person. Men just love this.” Specifically, I have a taste for this.
“Do you suggest I directly wear this to meet him?”
Jima said:
“Not at all, you should be a bit subtle. You can wear a silk bathrobe over it, the type that’s smooth, soft, and shiny. At first, he’ll definitely be surprised; you just say you finished showering, and this outfit matches him well, so you won’t change. During dinner, make bigger movements to let the bathrobe slide down naturally.”
As Jima spoke, her tail lifted from the quilt, stiff and straight.
A faint pink spread from Jenna’s face to her neck, and she squirmed a bit.
If George directed a fiery gaze at her, it wouldn’t be so bad. He would surely be chivalrous and gentle.
Jenna uttered a single word: “Wear.”
Whether it was her imagination or not, it seemed Jima’s golden eyes lit up.
Jima picked up the palm-sized tied underwear and said:
“Sister Jenna, I’ll help you tie it; it’s inconvenient alone. We’re both girls, so there’s no need to be formal.”
She tried to act casual, but her breathing quickened, and no matter how she averted her gaze, she couldn’t look away from Jenna’s sculpted bosom.
In front of Jima, Jenna took off her dress. In an instant, the brightness of the entire room increased significantly.
Large patches of glowing white skin were exposed to the air, flawless in appearance.
Jima seemed to be transported back to when she was ten, harboring beautiful fantasies about the bodies of the opposite sex. Back then, she held a vague and sacred feeling towards girls’ bodies until she accidentally caught a glimpse of “low-budget adult films,” where the yellowed, grimy bodies twisted on the screen ruthlessly shattered her ideals.
Now, that longing had returned.
As Jenna bent to fold her clothes, the massive objects beneath her wrap shook, stirring Jima’s heart.
Jima, at the age of ten, felt like she was regressing into infancy.
Jenna’s beautiful green eyes looked at Jima and asked, “Jima, you look strange.”
“Ah, ah, ah, I’m just envious of your great figures and beautifully shaped bosom.” Jima was extremely nervous, “I admire, yes, admire.”
“That’s not it.” Jenna raised her index finger, “Your tail is too strange.”
“Ah?” Jima suddenly turned her head and saw her tail had raised like a cobra without her noticing, and more embarrassingly, it was straight and stiff.
Jima hurriedly pressed her tail down, saying, “It’s nothing, nothing.”
After pressing several times, she finally managed to suppress the damn tail.
“Then help me wear it.”
Saintess Jenna turned around and sat on the edge of the bed, presenting her smooth back to Jima. Her bright golden hair, fluffy and soft, spread across her spine. She reached behind to remove the white wrap, and Jima caught a glimpse of a small part of the white rabbit under her armpit.
An impulsive urge to grab and knead surged through Jima, her fingertips tingling as she restrained herself, holding her breath. Slowly approaching Saintess Jenna from behind, her heart thundering in her chest.
Just about to touch her, Jima halted. She took a deep breath, the faint fragrance of her hair intoxicating. Suppressing the impulse to bury her head in Jenna’s seaweed-like golden locks, she wrapped her hands around those two “extra parts” from under Jenna’s armpits and tied them into a large bow behind her.
“Perfect fit.”
“Of course, I did my homework.”
Jima’s fingertip couldn’t help but brush against the saintess’s rib cage.
The saintess twitched and turned around to ask, “Jima?”
Jima was startled, knowing if the saintess realized her sexual orientation, her plot to woo George would surely fail.
She said, “Ah, I was just careless.”
As she spoke, her tail uncontrollably brushed against the saintess’s chest, a flick against her body, just a twitch.
Jima quickly pulled back her disobedient tail, awkwardly explaining, “My tail is just like a cat’s; it seems to have a mind of its own—cats sometimes can’t control their tails either.”
Jenna didn’t press further but became somewhat alert.
She stood up and changed into the tied underwear alone, while Jima turned her head away; otherwise, she would surely succumb to her instincts and leap to embrace her tightly.
Saintess Jenna put on black stockings and walked to the mirror, turned halfway, and as she brushed her golden hair back, asked, “Does this look good?”
“Looks great, looks great!” Jima said, “If I were a man, I would definitely want to hold you tight and jump onto the bed.”
Jima voiced her genuine thoughts.
The saintess crossed her arms over her chest, feeling awkward, and said, “Don’t look at me like that; your gaze is strange.”
“It means that the saintess is very charming—so captivating that even women can’t resist.” Jima shifted her gaze, bringing up George again, “George will surely be very happy.”
“I think I want to wear something else.”
Saintess Jenna turned around, opened the wardrobe, rummaging through the hanging clothes, asking, “Where’s my bathrobe? I remember it was here yesterday; where did it go? Jima, can you help me look for it?”
“Okay.” Jima opened the wardrobe too, seeing the clothes hanging together, saying, “You have so many clothes, at least over a hundred.”
“Not bad. Sometimes it’s really not enough to wear.”
Jima searched and found a rose red silk robe, also discovering a wooden box. Out of curiosity, Jima crouched down and opened the box, only to find a fluffy fox tail and a set of fox ear headband inside.
A rush of excitement surged through her as Jima picked up the tail, gleefully saying, “You bought this too?”
Saintess Jenna turned around, shocked, saying, “Put it down quickly.”
Jima, emboldened by the moment, said, “Since you bought it, we might as well use it together.”
The saintess rushed toward Jima, saying, “Quick, put it away!”
Jima sidestepped and jumped onto the bed, once again invoking George’s name, “You’ve gone this far, why not go all the way?”
Saintess Jenna lunged at Jima: “Quick, give it back to me.”
Seeing the surge of emotions, Jima was taken aback as she got tackled onto the bed. She extended her hand, shouting, “I won’t give it, I won’t give it!”
The two rolled around on the bed. The petite Jima had the upper hand, but drawing on her combat experience, she turned the tables, wrapping her legs around the saintess’s waist and pushing her down. Just right, this pose made the saintess lift her butt.
Jima held up the fox tail, saying, “For happiness, bear with it!”
The saintess wanted to shake Jima off but remembered George, thinking: I’m being forced, so her strength diminished significantly.
Jima’s eyes sparkled with wicked light, pulling down Jenna’s pants, aiming the shiny end at the saintess’s ample white backside.
Jenna immediately shut her eyes tight, gripping the blanket as fear made her cry out.
“It hurts! Ah!”
I haven’t even touched yet, and just as Jima was about to exert force, a furious shout rang out:
“What’s going on?!”
The door was suddenly kicked open, both girls froze, turning their heads in unison as George, armored and sword in hand, stood at the doorway. Jenna’s back was facing him. The azure eyes behind his bucket helmet widened in shock.
