Chapter 70: The Masochist
Eve Frostleaf tightly embraced George, her eyes red and tears streaming down her face as she let go of all restraint.
Jima’s anger made her loosen her grip, causing Lianxi Cat to let out a cry as it fell to the floor with a thud. She didn’t even care about the cat, turning back to Saintess Jenna and saying:
“Jenna, look at them.”
Jenna, with her back to George and Eve Frostleaf, didn’t even look their way. Her eyes were vacant, almost slumped on the table, showing no signs of the “first lady’s spirit.” She was murmuring to herself, the words unclear.
“Jenna.” Jima nudged Jenna. “Get with it, you promised to back me up.”
A glimmer of spirit appeared in Saintess Jenna’s eyes. She turned to Jima, asking, “Jima, do you know that I cook badly?”
“I haven’t tasted it.”
“All lies, I’m guilty,” Saintess Jenna stated. “The teachings of God are not wrong; lies cause suffering.”
After saying this, she took the holy emblem and pressed it to her forehead, beginning to confess to herself.
Seeing this, Jima became anxious: “Jenna! Quickly bring out your unbeatable ‘memory kill.’”
Saintess Jenna looked dispirited: “It’s useless, useless…”
Seeing Jenna with no fighting spirit and losing her value as an ally made Jima furious.
She dropped a snappy remark: “Golden retriever failure.”
And decided to take matters into her own hands.
On this occasion, however, she recalled her principle of “behind-the-scenes manipulation.” In summary, her professional traits were suited for scheming behind the scenes, and she should never take direct action. But the situation was different now. How could she let that little brat George have it easy?
Was the harem so easy to dominate? Damn it, not even my harem has had two platinum-level beautiful girls; how could he be having a better time than me?
Jima turned her head, only to find George and Eve Frostleaf gone. Lianxi Cat perked up its tail, straight as an antenna, and ran over to Jima, meowing.
Jima squatted down and asked, “Did they leave? Are they out of the Dream Palace?”
Lianxi Cat shook its head and raised its right paw, its pink paw pointing at the kicked-open door.
Those two lovebirds must have gone to find a private place to fool around. Just thinking about George getting handsy with Eve Frostleaf made a wave of nausea well up in Jima.
“Quick, lead me there.”
“Meow.”
Lianxi Cat guided Jima out of the door, occasionally lifting its head to sniff the air, following the scent to lead Jima along.
Along the way, Jima’s mind was a mess.
What if she caught them in the act of doing something adults enjoy?
Wasn’t that just perfect? She could take advantage of what George left behind—ugh, how did I fall to such lows?
Jima shook her head, feeling a bit more clear-headed.
As she walked, she pondered her “harem on fire” plan.
Jenna was no good; that big-chested, airheaded girl had a lot of pride but couldn’t handle the slightest setback.
After cycling through her thoughts, she realized she could only rely on herself.
Even if she was reluctant to admit it, everyone else now thought of her as part of George’s “harem.”
This fire in the harem had to be set by herself.
But how to set it ablaze?
As she walked, a malicious scheme began to take shape in Jima’s mind.
Setting the fire was simple. She just needed to stir things up with Eve Frostleaf. Whether George’s favorite was her or Eve Frostleaf didn’t matter. As long as she created a situation where they couldn’t coexist, that would surely embarrass George to death.
As for how to insult Eve Frostleaf, it was easy, starting with her pride.
In an instant, countless vile insults flooded her mind that could make Eve Frostleaf angry to the point of losing her composure, turning into a screeching, middle-aged woman.
Jima’s lips curved into an evil smile: “Hmph, you little brat.”
After walking a bit further, Jima suddenly smacked her forehead.
“Little Li, stop.”
“Meow.”
Lianxi Cat squatted down, looking at Jima with confusion.
“I almost forgot, I know almost everything in the Dream Palace.” Jima picked up the cat and whistled.
A mirror, towering as tall as a person, appeared in front of her, reflecting Jima’s figure.
She looked into the mirror, gently stroking the cat’s head, controlling her expressions slightly. In an instant, her previously innocent demeanor faded, leaving only seduction and the harshness hidden beneath it, making her look like a cunning queen in a palace intrigue drama.
“Mirror, mirror, show me the bird’s-eye view.”
The image in the mirror shifted, displaying a clear aerial view of the Dream Palace.
Jima raised her index finger, moving the image through the air, and soon found the two in a garden within the palace. The garden had large fountains with shallow water, surrounded by various flowers. Within the flower beds, trees formed a secluded area.
Jima remembered that when she was the Demon King Kima, she loved to play with thirty maids in that garden, the pool water soaking their clothes and adhering to their graceful figures. Sometimes she would publicly indulge in pleasure at the pool, and sometimes in the flower beds. But many times, unable to resist the maids’ pleas, she would take them to a cozy little grove.
Now, Eve Frostleaf and George were in that secluded grove.
“Flying Nimbus.”
A golden cloud flew behind Jima’s knees; she sat down, perching herself on the soft cloud, and soared into the air. In just a few blinks, she arrived at the entrance to the small grove in the garden.
The path made of marbled bricks led straight to the serene spot of the grove. Holding Lianxi Cat, Jima advanced over the stone bricks. The dense leaves blocked the sunlight and muffled the noise, making it an ideal spot for the two to be alone.
After taking a few steps, Jima spotted a long leg with silver strands and saw Eve Frostleaf sitting on a long wooden bench, with George beside her. They were not hugging but instead were whispering to each other like students exchanging secrets in class.
“Oh my, such enthusiasm,” Jima said, cradling the cat as she walked over. “What’s going on? Talking about sweet nothings before getting in bed?”
“Jima—”
Eve Frostleaf raised her hand, stopping George from speaking, and asked, “What do you want?”
Jima didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she found a spot to sit down. On the table beside her was a bottle of red wine, identical to the one she remembered.
Before warm-up exercises, she liked to get the maids drunk. Now, with the passage of time, the familiar place felt strange with their roles reversed.
Could this be a certain kind of Minotaur phenomenon?
Even if she knew that her previous memories were likely false, Jima was still influenced by them. She couldn’t say she was full of hatred, but she certainly wouldn’t let George have it easy.
“George, please step out. Thank you.” Jima smiled, “I have something I want to discuss with Eve Frostleaf.”
“Jima.”
“George, isn’t it common courtesy to let the ladies go first?”
George felt a bit of a headache, stood up, and walked outside.
Eve Frostleaf’s pointed ears perked up, resembling a cat ready to threaten. She said, “Succubus, I know you orchestrated all of this. Jenna was merely used by you.”
“So what?” Jima smiled. “Don’t be nervous; as long as George agrees, I won’t have much to say. But…”
“Remember, I made you admit you’re the mistress, and if you don’t understand, I can explain what a mistress is.”
“It’s a woman of lower standing than a lover, there to satisfy George’s needs, a cheap woman who can be used anytime.”
Jima continued, showing no restraint in her lustful gaze as she scanned Eve Frostleaf’s long legs, adding:
“For example, to spread your legs, rip your skirt, and enjoy you without mercy. I assure you, George has quite the strength; he can go all night long.”
Eve Frostleaf glared at Jima without speaking, keeping her legs tightly crossed.
“However, George is rather rigid, so it won’t go much beyond that. But don’t worry, I’m right there guiding him; don’t think it’ll be so easy.” Jima raised her finger, pointing at Eve Frostleaf’s silver ponytail, saying, “Soon, he’ll be grabbing your ponytail, pressing your face down, forcing you to swallow…”
“Or perhaps tie you up, hanging from the ceiling, exposing what shouldn’t be shown, when the mood strikes…”
“And here too.” Jima became increasingly animated, slapping her own butt, “That’s also holding your hair, without mercy.”
“Oh right, how could I forget the whip? Striking your thighs, breaking the stockings would definitely look amazing.”
“This is what a mistress is, and I guarantee you, I will teach George how to use a mistress named Frostleaf from start to finish.” Jima’s smile grew bolder, “By then, you’ll just have to endure, and even if you regret it, I doubt your kind will accept you with a leg full of marks.”
“Tsk, why so quiet?”
Before her, Eve Frostleaf had her legs crossed tightly, her face slightly flushed and panting, her eyes fiercely locked onto Jima.
She must be infuriated, turning red just like those maids bound by contracts in her memories.
In the past, the Demon King Kima particularly enjoyed describing to maids bound by slave contracts how she would deal with them. Those maids would either curse him for his vulgar, straightforward words or tremble in fear.
Eve Frostleaf must be feeling the same, after all, she’s a proud elf.
“Just talking gets me so excited. By the way, I can assure you.” Jima stroked the cat as she spoke, “I have many more methods that are far scarier than what I just said. Even as a succubus, I’m ashamed to speak of them.”
“You know I am the author of ‘The Queen of Elves in Distress’; I can tell you that over half of the positions in there aren’t made up. And the full range of positions is not even a quarter of what’s in my mind.”
“Additionally, let me remind you that even if you trust your parents’ love for you, you cannot escape.” Jima said, “Do you know ‘Lust Marks?’ I can convert the curse within you into them; once marked, without George, your life will be akin to hell, utterly reduced to a mere… pig that only knows how to serve.”
Eve Frostleaf’s long ears turned bright red.
At this moment, Jima couldn’t help but marvel at how composed a high elf noble could be. If it were herself, she would have charged in to start a fight long ago.
Eve Frostleaf huffed and replied, “Really?”
“Of course, George can testify.”
“I’m willing.”
“I knew it; after all, dignity is more than sex—huh?”
Jima paused again until George entered. Eve Frostleaf eagerly embraced George and said, “I’m willing.”
It was like a couple crossing the boundaries of race, mutually attracted.
Jima snapped back to reality, pointing at Eve Frostleaf and realizing, “What? You’re a masochist?!”
“Jima!” George exclaimed, “That’s enough, how can you slander others?”
At this point, Eve Frostleaf wore a cold, proud expression, lacking any sign of a masochist. She said, “Short-lived thing, look at what I’ve sacrificed for love?”
“But, but… fine, I’ll accept it, okay?”
Jima turned around, striding out, and casually tossed the cat into the soft grass beside her.
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Congratulations to tes for turning a two into three, making history.
I didn’t dare to look at the last match, directly locked myself in a small dark room to type, and when I came out to see the results, what a surprise!
