Chapter 116: The Bliss of Jima
In the early morning, the false sunlight streamed through the glass onto the big bed, spilling onto Jenna’s oval face.
She slowly opened her eyes, feeling a prickling sensation on her cheek. Turning her head, she saw Jima lying closely beside her, her messy black hair spread across the pillow, sleeping soundly, with one hand resting on Jenna’s chest, fingers curled like claws.
Jenna carefully took Jima’s hand and moved it aside so as not to disturb her. She tried to sit up quietly but felt something pressing against her lower abdomen. Lifting the blanket revealed Jima’s bare upper body—she was only wearing a pair of tights, and the thigh encasing them rested on Jenna’s abdomen.
Jenna gently pushed Jima’s thigh away from her body and sat up.
Jima’s sleeping posture was truly chaotic.
As she thought about getting out of bed, Jenna shifted her feet and felt something wrapping around her ankle. She threw the blanket aside and discovered that Jima’s smooth tail was coiled around her calf.
Jenna shook her head and rubbed her eyes, sitting on the bed and bending down to try to untangle the tail. However, her rather “plump” chest pushed against her knees, forcing her to position her leg sideways. One hand supported her while the other reached toward the tail, grabbing the tip and trying to unravel it in circles.
But since she could only use one hand, she had to let go of the tail, moving her hand to the other side of her calf to continue the process. After several loops, just as she released it, Jima’s tail moved again, winding itself around her calf.
She was still mumbling in her sleep, whispering, “Don’t leave me… I’m so lonely… play with me.”
With that, the tail tightened even more.
Jenna felt Jima was so pitiful and couldn’t help but stroke her head, gently patting her cheek.
“Wake up, wake up.”
Jima turned her head.
Jenna pinched Jima’s nose and said, “Jima, Jima! The sun is shining on your butt.”
After a few seconds, Jima opened her eyes, revealing a pair of clear golden irises, looking a bit dazed. She sat up and said, “So early? The sun just came out; sometimes I sleep until noon.”
“I didn’t want to disturb you either,” Jenna laughed, “but your tail is wrapped around my calf, like a child.”
“Ah?”
Jima quickly withdrew her tail.
“It’s a normal psychological phenomenon,” Jima defended, “I’m already very mature.”
“You’re not even two years old.”
“You can’t view me through human standards.”
“You just had your leg and hand on me a moment ago,” Jenna laughed, covering her mouth, “you really seem like a child.”
“Don’t laugh at me; this shows I have a childlike heart, which makes me appear younger.” Jima said as she picked up a pillow and aimed it at Jenna, “Take that!”
The two girls played for a while. When Jima realized Jenna wasn’t really interested in playing, she stopped and no longer took the chance to be flirtatious.
“Alright, alright, where do we wash up?”
Jima pointed towards a door fifteen meters away, “The bathroom is there, with a wash basin inside.”
Jenna got out of bed, took a few steps, and suddenly said, “Jima, you were mumbling in your sleep; you really are like a child. From now on, I’ll take good care of you.”
Jima threw the pillow out, “Stop talking nonsense.”
Jenna laughed, quickly dodging the pillow and entering the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
On Jima’s pure face appeared a mischievous smile: “Hehe, silly woman. I woke up a long time ago.”
The earlier mumblings were just for Jenna’s benefit. Once she established her innocent, harmless image as a naive girl, no matter what she did, Jenna wouldn’t doubt her.
Jima sat at the edge of the bed and couldn’t help but kick a box under the bed, producing a rattling sound; it was filled with numerous toys.
She felt that it wouldn’t be long before she could use these toys as teaching tools, personally guiding Jenna step by step.
She was really looking forward to it.
After both girls finished washing up and changed into freshly washed clothes, Jima deliberately kept herself in check, knowing Jenna had many things to do.
But watching the naive lamb leave, she had to suppress her nature, which was truly difficult.
Once the two were dressed properly and waved goodbye, Jima couldn’t help but call out to Jenna:
“Jenna, wait, can I take just five more minutes of your time?”
“Sure, I’m not in a hurry.”
Jima turned around, rummaging through her storage room, and pulled out a book about the thickness of her fist, handing it to Jenna.
Jenna took the book, looking at the unfamiliar language written on it, which seemed made-up. She pronounced each word slowly:
“Jiuchun Zhenjing? What does this mean?”
“Nine means extreme, chun means spring, referring to the act, and zhen is for emphasis… Anyway, I just made this name up,” Jima said, “This is all knowledge I’ve scoured from memory, distilled, and compiled into a systematic teaching book. It’s very valuable.”
Jenna flipped through it; it contained not only theoretical knowledge but also illustrations that made her blush, as well as practical cases.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Take some time to read it yourself. If you don’t understand something, ask me, and we can practice together,” Jima said. “That way, I won’t waste too much time in class, and you can learn faster.”
In the end, Jima couldn’t help but hand over her secret techniques; it was just to accelerate things.
This secret technique was something Jima had constantly practiced and refined in her previous life, with at least a thousand women contributing indelibly to it.
“Why are there techniques for the male side on here?” Jenna asked, her face flushed as she closed the book. “There are many; more than half!”
“Succubi have both male and female,” Jima joked. “You can take a look at those male sections too. The more you know, the better you can counter and stand undefeated. Just look at me; I may be weak in direct combat, but I can hold my own against George. Sometimes I even have the upper hand. He just doesn’t accept it and keeps looking for opportunities to fight. I rely on my superb skills and knowledge of both sides.”
“That makes a lot of sense,” Jenna nodded vigorously, cradling the “Jiuchun Zhenjing.” “I will definitely read well; see you later.”
“Goodbye.”
Jenna’s figure faded away.
Jima turned her head, a wicked smile spreading across her face as she let out a series of giggles: “Hehe, haha, hee-hee!”
Her laughter echoed in the empty palace.
It went so well—better than planned.
Jenna could no longer be described as “having been sold yet helping to count the money.” It should be described as “having been sold yet helping to count the money, evade taxes, cleaning the house before leaving, washing clothes, and taking the quilt out to sun, all while casually picking up the garbage bag placed at the door.” That could barely summarize it.
Thinking of that little brat George, unknowingly wearing a big green hat, while Jenna, even while sweating and exhausted from training, was still thinking of him.
Jima burst into laughter, lifted her feet, and when a dress shoe flew over, she jumped up in her shoes, performing a tap dance on the wooden floor.
“Hooray!” Jima placed her hands on her hips, her legs striking the floor rhythmically, creating joyful and excited beats. In her glee, she sang aloud, “♪ That big fool George has been made to wear a green hat! Silly woman, silly, studying hard while thinking of her handsome lover.”
With a stomp of her foot, the heel of her shoe hit the floor with a loud clap.
“♪ When I don’t give her passing marks, she’ll have to work overtime every night to study.” Jima jumped, bringing her legs together, slapping her shoes against the floor with a loud crack to express her joy, continuing, “Silly boy, silly boy still wants me to have his babies.”
“♪ Shoulder to shoulder, let’s go, squeeze him dry, so he can never lift his head again!”
Jima clapped her feet on the floor simultaneously, then stopped, closing her legs and bowing to the nonexistent audience, saying, “No need to thank me, no need to thank me; it’s your honor to witness my dancing.”
Afterward, Jima flicked her foot, sending her shoe flying off her smooth tights, landing aside. She turned and saw Lianxi, wearing a short skirt and maid outfit, staring in shock, still holding a spear.
Jima’s face immediately turned red; she had forgotten Lianxi was still there. She cleared her throat a few times, asking, “When did you arrive?”
“Master, I heard sounds and rushed here at once.”
Jima shamelessly asked, “Honestly, how did I dance?”
“You danced wonderfully, Master.” Lianxi blushed, “Full of energy and beauty; I’d think even the goddess of beauty herself couldn’t surpass you.”
“Hmm, I practice my dance skills in my spare time,” Jima said solemnly, lying, “Some rituals require human movements, and seducing people also needs good dance skills.”
Lianxi nodded, half-understanding, and sighed, “Master is so hardworking, dancing so well while continuing to improve.”
“Small matter, small matter.” Jima waved her hand, feeling quite pleased.
Although she hadn’t practiced much lately, averaging only an hour a day, her talent was excellent. Sometimes she thought, if one day dancing could be as powerful as extraordinary abilities, she could also experience the joy of being a genius.
Jima glanced at the spear Lianxi was holding and decided to teach her how to use weapons in battle, asking, “By the way, why are you carrying a spear?”
“Ma… Master, I…”
“Speak, tell me truthfully.”
“I thought a monster was coming and making noises.” Lianxi said cautiously, “I brought my weapon to help you, Master.”
Jima forced a smile and said, “It’s a ritual incantation; it’s strange, and it’s normal for it to sound unpleasant.”
Lianxi sighed in relief, “I see, I thought Master was singing; thinking about it, your voice is so beautiful and you’re so pretty that it wouldn’t sound frightening when you sing.”
Jima’s cheeks twitched as she said, “Alright, if you encounter such things in the future, hide; you’re still too weak in battle and would only hold me back.”
“Understood, Master.”
“Go back for now; I’ll be alone in the palace.”
“At your command, my Master.”
Lianxi disappeared from Jima’s sight.
When Jima confirmed that she was truly alone in the dream palace, she covered her face with her hands and ran wildly. After finishing, she caught her breath and said, “It’s still better to be home alone.”
She tidied her hairstyle and walked to the studio, sitting in a chair, opening her personal system to check the task area to determine her next goals.
The task “Get the Saint Jenna into bed” had made significant progress and could be temporarily overlooked, letting things progress naturally.
As for “Retrieve my or his extraordinary substance, check the red-named text,” upon reviewing it, she realized she needed to further enhance her strength to quickly gain a stronger “Demon of Pain” skill.
She would need to sow pain herself.
Jima tapped her desk, contemplating how to spread and create pain.
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It was obvious that the Strawberry (middle) needed to be rectified due to being blocked and just happened to come across a weekend; it could only be amended on Monday.
