Chapter 113 – Strawberry (Part 1)
The third night.
In the beautifully decorated master bedroom of the Dream Palace, Ji Ma sat in front of the vanity mirror, gathering her glossy black hair, revealing several faint kiss marks on her pale neck.
The kiss marks were left by George a few days ago. Originally, Ji Ma planned to use seduction to confuse George and conceal the events of the fierce battle at the Obsidian Pass. However, that guy George was not easily fooled—he took the bait, kissed, and caressed her, yet still saw through her scheme.
“How wicked!” Ji Ma tugged at her collar, exposing a few deeper kiss marks on her tight collarbone, undoubtedly because they were closer to her chest.
“Are you talking about George, my lady?”
“Yes,” Ji Ma replied, “I acted like a prostitute towards him, he enjoyed it but didn’t take responsibility, and to make matters worse, it ended up causing me to relieve my inherent desires with my hands and toys at night.”
Lian Xi, who was helping Ji Ma with her silky black hair, felt a pang in her heart and said sadly, “My lady, can’t you just ignore that heartless scumbag? When I was out, many people didn’t see you as a person but as George’s pet. You’re so beautiful and strong; you could live a good life anywhere.”
Ji Ma didn’t want to tell the truth, so she sighed and said, “Little Li, don’t be deceived by my glamorous appearance. Each has its own troubles—small and large. If it weren’t for life’s pressures, would I devalue myself like this?”
Lian Xi felt a lump in her throat. The thought of her beautiful and pure lady being bullied and tarnished by George time and again made her eyes turn red.
“My lady…” She was momentarily speechless; her comfort was useless, and she couldn’t protect her mistress. She had seen firsthand how George did bad things to Ji Ma in bed, hitting her, causing Ji Ma to say she was dying.
Thinking of this, Lian Xi felt her own insignificance. Just imagining George’s face made her so angry that she ground her teeth, deciding that next time she would bite him even harder.
Ji Ma asked, “Do you think this red mark on my collarbone is too conspicuous?”
“My lady, your skin is as delicate as a newborn baby’s, so of course it’s noticeable.” Upon saying this, Lian Xi thought of the bad things George had done to Ji Ma that day and felt deeply saddened for her. “Do you need a high-necked dress?”
“No, I want a low-necked one.” Ji Ma snapped her fingers, and all the clothes in the wardrobe flew out, neatly forming a line in the air. She gestured over her chest and said, “Pick something more formal nearby; Jenna is coming to visit, and she is my good friend.”
“Understood, my lady.” Lian Xi selected a red silk low-cut evening gown that was custom-made, naturally financed by the money borrowed against George’s armor.
Ji Ma stripped down completely, pulling the soft fabric up over her bare peaks. “It seems a bit too formal.”
“Shall I change it?”
“No need, I like it.” Ji Ma smoothed out a wrinkle on her chest, and the two prominent points became even more noticeable. However, the most conspicuous thing was undoubtedly the kiss marks from her neck to her collarbone.
Lian Xi hurried to smooth out any wrinkles on her form-fitting evening gown.
Meanwhile, Ji Ma admired her reflection in the mirror.
The succubus in the mirror didn’t hide her horned wings and tail, and the evening gown hugged her legs down to her calves, but it had a diagonal slit that exposed the white roots of her thighs. A perceptive observer could tell she was in a state of vulnerability, yet her face appeared pure, making this ironically provoke desire.
However, Ji Ma had no intention of igniting George’s feelings.
Ji Ma smiled at her reflection and asked, “Little Li, how do I look?”
“My lady, you are radiant.”
“I think I must be quite unappealing in a woman’s eyes,” Ji Ma said. “It seems women prefer flatter-chested, ethereal types, but that’s really boring.”
Ji Ma believed that any attire that didn’t pique her own interest was not good attire.
Lian Xi did not understand what Ji Ma was thinking and replied honestly, “What you said makes sense, my lady.”
“And what do you think?”
“My lady is going to suffer at the hands of George again.”
“I’m not that foolish; I’m inviting him to my palace today.” The thought of that guy George wanting to make her pregnant heightened Ji Ma’s sense of crisis. “Only Jenna.”
“Then why are you dressing like this?”
Ji Ma placed one foot on the chair, slipping on white stockings with pink floral patterns, saying, “Because I like it… Jenna is coming; go set the table.”
“Yes, my lady.”
Lian Xi immediately sat on a golden cloud and swiftly disappeared at the door.
After putting black stockings on her other long leg, Ji Ma licked her lips while looking at herself in the mirror, speaking to herself, “George, I won’t hold back.”
After that, she stepped into her high heels, walked a few steps, found it tedious, kicked off her heels, and sat on the golden cloud to head to the dining room.
A streak of glamour broke through the false blue sky, and Jenna, wearing a spotless white robe, came to visit, looking exhausted. Unlike Ji Ma, who rushed to enjoy herself with Adolf after receiving rewards from the emperor post-battle, Saint Jenna devoted her day to saving and healing the wounded, only resting after her magic was depleted.
Though very tired, Saint Jenna still smiled at the dinner table while enjoying dinner with Ji Ma, with Lian Xi watching from the side, though she had already been well-fed by Ji Ma prior.
The two exchanged pleasantries in the first half, and while Ji Ma was not particularly interested in Saint Jenna’s heroic experiences of saving lives during the day, she pretended to listen attentively, feigning interest.
“When two severely injured soldiers are laid out together, I can only save one…”
“The queue is by severity. An officer quietly begged me to help his brother, saying his brother was more grievously hurt but had offended the military healer and was pushed to the back. I didn’t know who was lying. I had no extra magic to cast a city field; I could only remain silent.”
“He went from begging to silence, finally casting a resentful glance at me.”
Because you’re a good person, don’t good people just deserve to be blamed by others?
Ji Ma initially wanted to say this but instead said: “That’s quite normal; you shouldn’t take it to heart. People are inherently selfish, only caring about themselves and rarely thinking of others. With so many injured, there are bound to be a few jerks. By the way, you should speak to the military about managing their people better.”
“No need, everyone has a sad moment,” Jenna said. “More people are grateful that I could save their lives.”
Saying this, Jenna took a small piece of red wine braised beef, her gaze unconsciously scanning the kiss marks on Ji Ma’s neck for the tenth time.
They were too conspicuous; it was hard not to notice.
She chewed the tender beef and, after swallowing, asked, “Is George coming tonight?”
“No, this is a gathering for women, no men allowed.”
“I see.”
Ji Ma rested her chin in her hand, looking at Jenna, pointing at the kiss marks on her collarbone, and asked, “Jenna, you’ve been staring at the kiss marks, right? Yes, they were left by George, and he really went for it.”
Jenna couldn’t help herself; her fingers pressed slightly harder against the silver handle of her fork, bending it slightly, leaving a dent the size of her fingertip.
