Chapter 51 Chapter 52 One Thing Subdues Another
In the kitchen, lilies were blooming.
The black-haired demon girl had both of her delicate hands deeply sunk into two mounds wrapped in silver fabric. The slenderness of her fingers accentuated their plumpness. George couldn’t help but recall that day when he measured their size with his hands.
Jenna’s oval face, shrouded in sacred radiance, took on a charming blush that spread to her neck. She glanced sideways, her green eyes reflecting George’s face, her ears slowly turning red.
The black-haired demon girl lifted her face from between Jenna’s arms, looking at George in shock. Her tail coiled around Jenna’s calf and delved deeper into her skirt, yet her innocent expression starkly contrasted with her sinful actions.
George felt a surge of heat in his chest. He had to admit that this scene was extremely tempting and very美丽.
At that moment, the tail of the demon girl emerged from under Jenna’s skirt and pointed at George, giving a little beckon.
George immediately bent down, grabbed the demon girl’s tool of mischief, and pulled her out of Jenna’s embrace with a forceful tug.
At the same time, he scolded, “Don’t bully Jenna!”
As Jima was pulled away, her hands still lingeringly squeezed Jenna’s mountains, and Jenna quickly covered her trembling peaks with both hands.
George lightly bumped Jima’s head. She covered her crown and said, “How can you say I’m bullying? Clearly, in height, weight, and strength, Sister Jenna is on a whole different level than me. I’m just having fun playing with her.” To be precise, she was manipulating her.
After saying this, Jima clutched her head and looked at the tail George was holding, her eyes becoming slightly misty. She looked pitiful, like a cat caught by the scruff of its neck.
Her slightly reddened golden eyes turned to Jenna and said, “Sister Jenna, we were just playing, right? As a girl who hasn’t fully developed, isn’t it normal to have innocent feelings for a gentle, kind, beautiful, and noble sister like you, with such a well-developed body?”
Saint Jenna was moved, completely forgetting Jima’s earlier offense, even the attempted squeeze of her peaks.
She generously said, “George, Jima was just being playful. I heard that some girls who are good friends play with each other’s chests.”
Jima nodded repeatedly, saying, “Right, right! It’s very normal for close girlfriends to play around, squeeze each other’s chests, take off clothes, and bathe together.”
After saying this, she looked at George.
Jima appeared pitiful on the surface, but inside she was smug.
Hmph, you tail-control, what can you do to me? I’m just going to put a green hat on you in front of you; as long as I deceive the saint who is so naïve, you’ll have to obediently wear the green hat.
Next time, I’m challenging you to a face-to-face kiss with my fiancée!
George said to Jenna, “I understand Jima very well.”
After saying this, he turned to Jima and said, “I just saw you trying to use your tail to ‘tease’ me, just like last time.”
“This time it was reverse teasing,” Jima defended, “getting a shot is painful; I don’t want my birthday party to turn into a trio affair.”
Jenna shyly turned her face away.
“I ask you,” George pointed directly at the core: “Did you want to bully Jenna just now? Yes or no.”
“I just—”
George squeezed Jima’s tail.
A strange tingling sensation, like being electrocuted, shot up along her tailbone.
“Hey!”
Jima’s face suddenly turned slightly red.
“Yes or no.”
“I plead the fifth.”
“That means you bullied her.”
“I protest,” Jima waved her small fist and said, “This is presumption of guilt; it’s blatant discrimination against a demon who only wants redemption, a rare sight in a millennium!”
George remained unmoved, while Jenna felt sorry for her and said, “George, you don’t need to be so serious.”
“No one understands Jima better than I do,” George said, “Jima, as your guide, I must give you a little punishment; come out with me.”
Jima clung to Jenna and said, “Sister Jenna, help!”
George yanked on her tail, causing a jolt of pain to shoot through Jima’s tailbone, leaving her no choice but to obediently follow George, walking along while sullenly saying,
“You clearly enjoyed it! The whole kitchen was filled with your arousal scent. Hmph, I played the bad guy while you got all the benefits. Last time on the bed, you kept rubbing Sister Jenna while I didn’t even touch her. You have double standards, you can start fires but I can’t even light a lamp…”
Jenna listened, her face turning red, her heart pounding as she began to miss the feeling of being tightly embraced by her beloved when she first tasted forbidden fruit.
Jima and George walked out of the kitchen door.
George asked, “Are you done complaining?”
Jima lowered her head, looking like she did something wrong, saying, “Yeah, I know I was wrong.”
Wrong for being caught during an NTR; next time, definitely don’t get caught.
“Very good,” George said, “I was going to spank you.”
Jima quickly covered her backside and said, “Even though we’ve slept together, it doesn’t mean you can spank me anytime, anywhere for those perverted things.”
“Thinking too much about yellow things.”
“I’m a succubus.”
Jima felt relieved, as long as it wasn’t a spanking. George wouldn’t jump her; his thing was well locked by moral shackles and wouldn’t plunge into her just because he was aroused; last time was just a brief hard-on.
If it were me, the kitchen would be steaming right now.
With that thought, Jima became disdainful.
Then in that case, I have nothing to be afraid of.
George said, “Ten essays?”
“What ten essays?”
“Ten reflections.” George said, “Along with the book I assigned last time; I haven’t checked your reflections yet. By the way, I finished copying the book that fell into the sea last time, and after your birthday, I’ll send it to you.”
“Ah?!” Jima exclaimed, saying, “You are harming the physical and mental health of young people.”
“Are you doing it or not?”
“Can I switch it?” Jima gritted her teeth, “Like… a spanking?”
“No.”
“I’ll lend you my tail to play with?”
“I don’t accept bribes.”
“Ugh, this is so fun.” Jima’s tail slipped from George’s loose grip, flexibly coiling around her wrist, moving up and down, “Like this.”
Jima swore she smelled the scent of peach blossoms, but then she was given another gentle bump to the head.
“I said, I don’t accept bribes.”
“You hypocrite, you clearly want it in your heart, right?”
Unexpectedly, George this time tacitly acknowledged it and said, “I hope you become kinder, Jima. I think copying books seems to be the most effective method right now.”
Jima let out a mournful sound, saying, “You might as well just kill me.”
At the same time, Jima became more focused on becoming stronger.
After that, the entire birthday party went smoothly without any accidents. Although Jima was not very happy, with the big-breasted saint around, her mood improved significantly as she plotted how to leverage the key to once again take advantage of Jenna.
For the first time in a different world, Jima celebrated a birthday party and received birthday blessings from others.
After the party ended.
Besides the book that George copied by hand, Jima also received items from others.
A “delivery person” from the hall left a wooden box at her door, which was nailed shut, and on it was a note scrawled in a crooked hand: “A precious gift from Laiwu to Miss Xiao Qiao.”
Who is Laiwu?
Jima had no impression at all. Driven by curiosity, she even went out to use points to buy a crowbar and spent a long time pulling out the nails to open the wooden box.
Inside the box was another wooden box, and on top of it was a piece of paper that suggested the sender had just recently learned to write.
It read: “Please forgive me, the item is extremely valuable. To prevent others from opening it, I specially nailed it securely and used a total of fifty nails.”
“Damn, which idiot is this?” Jima glanced at the fifty nails on the table, wiping the sweat from her forehead. “You also know you used fifty nails; why didn’t you send me the crowbar too? Buying one wasted half an hour of my time.”
This whole ordeal wasted Jima an hour of her time.
Jima guessed that it was some suitor who sent this. She wanted to toss the thing away, but as the saying goes, since it has arrived, it might as well be kept.
Jima opened the box, revealing a pink transparent heart lying on soft straw. It was a heart, a true heart, where she could see the lines on it, very realistic.
If it were an ordinary girl, she would probably be scared into crying on the spot.
But having seen a living human heart, Jima remained expressionless.
“I know which guy Laiwu is, it’s the one with a face full of acne.”
Jima carefully identified this heart. To say it was a heart, it wasn’t. Jima could confirm that this wasn’t a true heart in the usual sense. After staring at it for a long time, she recognized that it should be a pig’s heart, to be precise, the internal shape of a pig’s heart.
From the heart made from slime corpses, Jima pulled out a piece of paper that said:
“The beautiful memories of being with you have been the passion I’ve diligently researched. Whenever I am tired, I think of your pure and beautiful smile.”
Jima felt disgusted and got goosebumps, saying:
“I’d rather you say that gold coins were the source of your passion.”
She skimmed over a long string of fervent words:
“….You mentioned the flesh mold, I have successfully conquered. I eagerly created a heart mold, crafting the purest heart without a hint of impurity; it has been dyed pink with my passion. I hope you like it.”
“Ugh!”
Jima tore the paper into shreds and threw it in the trash can, followed by the heart.
“I’m not stingy with my money, nor am I lacking,” Jima said, “Why do you want to disgust me so much?”
She started to understand the kind of green tea she saw on Earth, raising a bunch of backup boys.
There were a few devoted admirers who persistently licked; if you don’t squeeze out their value properly, it really tests humanity.
Jima picked up a pen and wrote on a piece of paper: “You wish! You’ve grossed me out; get as far away as you can! If I see you again, beware of me beating you.”
After finishing her note, Jima took a deep breath, calming down a little. She opened her personal system panel and accessed the “Upgrade Cost Estimate.”
It wrote:
“Demon’s heart – 400 gold coins base price.”
“Seven Color Fantasy Grass ten stalks (deposit paid) – 100 gold coins”
“….”
Total: 1300 gold coins.
There’s no way, in order to make money. Money is hard to earn, and excrement is hard to digest.
Jima calmed down, retrieved the heart from the trash can, and crumpled up the note she had written and tossed it into the garbage.
