Chapter 134: The Rebellion
Although Ji Ma thought about it and realized that teaming up with Jenna to take on George seemed to be benefiting that kid, upon further reflection, this was the best disguise.
Is it still NTR if it’s wrapped in a layer of beauty?
When that kid sees the wings flashing, he probably feels overjoyed, completely oblivious to the seriousness of the situation. Once he collapses from exhaustion, he can only watch helplessly as I wield various weapons to strike at Jenna, and even if he senses something is wrong, he can’t stop it.
Even if he had the ability and the heart to do so.
Ji Ma satisfiedly took a bite of honey cake, feeling that she had significantly surpassed the low-level “offending in front of the husband” and reached the highest realm. Even the Demon King Ji Ma had never touched the threshold of that peak.
“Ji Ma, what are you thinking? You suddenly look so happy?”
“Oh, I was just thinking about how George will surely smile with joy when he receives my birthday gift,” Ji Ma said. “By the way, you didn’t tell George that you’re attending night school with me, did you?”
“No.”
“Very good,” Ji Ma said. “You absolutely must hold back; surprises that are spoiled are neither surprising nor joyful.”
Jenna nodded.
“Also, keep the contrast right—before the birthday, not even a finger should be allowed to touch him.”
Jenna fully agreed.
“Moreover, you must always keep at least three meters between you and him.”
“Ji Ma, you’re more nagging than my grandmother.”
“I’m worried you’ll be soft-hearted and ruin everything.”
“To be honest, Ji Ma, with you talking so much, I’m beginning to doubt you,” Jenna looked at Ji Ma suspiciously with her emerald eyes. “You don’t have other motives, do you?”
“Of course not!” Ji Ma made a wounded expression. “Jenna, I see you as a good sister. I nearly had my wings chopped off back in the day to save you.”
“I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant,” Jenna replied. “But Ji Ma, during this time you can’t take advantage of the situation. I saw you and George talking in the bedroom several times the other day.”
“We were just talking,” Ji Ma said, a bit excited.
As if she were ashamed to be with George and had to weave a grand lie.
“Well, this week you must refrain from letting even a fingertip be seen by George.”
“Of course!”
“You need to wear more clothes.”
“Definitely! That kid shouldn’t even think about seeing my ankles.”
That night.
In the Dream Palace, George finally managed to persuade Eve Frostleaf to join them for dinner.
The four of them gathered around the table.
Eve Frostleaf was dressed appropriately, revealing only her silver-threaded calves, and when she glanced at the outfits of the two women across from her, her almond-shaped eyes displayed a rare hint of confusion.
George couldn’t help but ask, “What’s going on with you two today?”
Jenna was wearing the formal attire she usually donned for worshipping the God of Dawn, emphasizing the phrase “serious and solemn,” completely wrapping herself up and adorned with various jewelry, even wearing a crown.
Under all that decoration, even her buoyant snow peaks were concealed, perfectly blurring her secondary traits.
Saint Jenna said, “Nothing much.”
Her voice was sacred and solemn; even as she held a soup spoon to scoop, she appeared untouchably divine.
George found this side of Jenna very strange; he turned to Ji Ma and asked, “Ji Ma, what’s going on with you then?”
Ji Ma was wearing a full silver Gothic armor set. To make eating easier, she hadn’t put on her throat armor, but to prevent exposing any skin, she had put on a black chainmail neck guard.
She was wrapped up so tightly that even the style was masculine; if the faceplate on top were closed, one wouldn’t be able to tell that a woman was inside the armor.
“Nothing,” Ji Ma said, struggling to pick up a piece of meat with her armored fingers.
“Liar.”
“It’s actually very simple,” Ji Ma said with a serious tone, “I want to improve my survival skills. In battle, I’m just casting curses and charms from afar to control the enemy, so why can’t I wear some armor? I’m just trying to adapt to it now.”
“Won’t it affect your flying?”
“It weighs only twenty-six kilograms; my wings can easily carry that.”
George felt that something was off but couldn’t pinpoint it. Ji Ma wasn’t lying, and neither was Jenna.
What on earth was going on?
George struggled to think, using the thought patterns he had previously noted down in his notebook.
He came to an embarrassingly unspoken conclusion.
They hadn’t been intimate in a long time, especially Jenna; she might feel neglected.
But how could he verify it? Should he just come out and ask?
George’s mind began to overheat, trapped in a deep dilemma, so he stopped thinking.
He sighed softly, feeling that reading scriptures, books, or studying for battle was much easier than deciphering women’s hearts.
“Hmm hmh~~ hmm hmm hmm.”
Nearby, Eve Frostleaf’s light humming broke the silence. The stunning elven beauty, whose face was perpetually coated in ice and snow, was oddly not wearing her usual serious expression. She was humming while sprinkling devilishly spicy chili powder on her food.
“Frostleaf seems quite happy today?”
Eve flicked her silver hair, exposing elegant, white long ears, and said, “Yes, my nagging maid has something to do today.”
“I see.”
Just as George thought, he found Eve Frostleaf’s thoughts quite easy to understand.
Eve bit into the broccoli coated in chili powder, feeling her cheeks warm up. The spicy flavor tingled her tongue, giving her a refreshing sensation.
Looking at the two women who were wrapped up tightly, her mood improved further. She felt like the most beautiful woman in the room, albeit just temporarily.
After dinner, Ji Ma wanted to leave to take care of herself because she hadn’t seen Eve Frostleaf’s long legs in a while, which made her itch with longing. Moreover, she felt hungry.
“Ji Ma.” George called out to her, “I have something to discuss with you.”
“Sure.” Ji Ma, hoping to eat something peach-scented, walked alongside George.
Saint Jenna glanced at their backs but said nothing, merely raising her eyes to check the clock.
“Let’s go in here.” Ji Ma found a secluded little room. “Lianxi, you keep watch at the door.”
“Okay, Master.” Lianxi responded softly, “Master, be careful.”
Ji Ma nodded.
The room was warm, with a red bed big enough for two people to sleep together at its center. A semi-transparent canopy covered the bed, and the crystal chandelier hanging from above cast a hazy glow, bathing the entire room in an ambiguous hue.
As Ji Ma walked in, the thigh guards clanked against each other, and she sat down on the bed, contemplating how to sell some “meat” while wearing armor to obtain a meal.
George set down his backpack, and Ji Ma noticed the patched leather bag, its edges a bit worn out, and couldn’t help but comment:
“Hey, you’re a Platinum-level warrior! Why are you still using a patched leather bag?”
“A leather backpack is expensive but practical; even after being patched, it still works well.”
“You’re not that poor.”
“Getting a new one isn’t worth it. It’s better to spend money on things that are more useful and enjoyable.”
“Like buying me some interesting clothes?” Ji Ma took off her specially made helmet, revealing her black horns, and said, “I hope the rebuilt Shalin City hasn’t abandoned its feminine fashion. I’m very adaptable; I can wear anything.”
“No, it’s armor.”
Ji Ma suddenly felt nervous. George wouldn’t pull out a whip or a paddle from his bag, would he?
George took out an oil painting from his backpack, still carrying the scent of fresh paint, and handed it to Ji Ma: “Here, for you.”
“What painting?”
After Ji Ma took it, she saw that it depicted a black-haired girl with a unicorn.
The girl had hair like ink, her head adorned with a jet-black horn that created a stark contrast against her creamy skin. She was clad only in a piece of white cloth, half concealing her slim waist, her head bowed with a smile, yet her bright, unblemished eyes gazed outside the painting, as if laughing. She sat barefoot on a fully white unicorn, strolling through the forest, her hooves splashing across a small stream.
Although she was revealing quite a bit, it didn’t feel lewd at all; a beam of sunlight fell upon her pristine shoulders, illuminating her innocent face. She was both shy and bold, not sitting sideways on the horse like an ordinary demure lady.
Pure, beautiful, wild… Is this George’s impression of me?
Ji Ma grinned, revealing her white teeth:
“Is this for me?”
“Of course, it’s titled ‘Ji Ma Riding the Unicorn.’”
Ji Ma said, “I’ll find someone to frame it nicely.” As she spoke, she placed the painting into a golden cloud that appeared from nowhere. The window opened automatically, and the golden cloud quickly took the painting away.
Ji Ma laughed, clutching her stomach, and lay sideways on the bed.
George asked, “You’re laughing so happily, what’s it about?”
“I thought you were going to draw me indecently,” Ji Ma said, “I didn’t expect you to portray me so purely.”
“In my heart, that’s how you appear.”
That was indeed a huge misunderstanding.
Ji Ma lay sideways on the bed, her eyes charmingly seductive as she looked at George. She felt the moment had arrived, but she also felt terribly hungry and said:
“George, can you help me take off my armor?”
“Is that armor for real?”
“It’s something I fabricated.” Ji Ma’s tail lazily swept the red silk bedspread, “But what does that have to do with taking off the armor?”
As George’s hand reached toward the belt at Ji Ma’s armor, his fingertips barely brushed the brass belt buckle when the door was suddenly knocked on forcefully. At the same time, Lianxi’s voice rang out:
“Saint Lady, Saint Lady, be gentle! The Master will hear!”
Ji Ma felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her head, suddenly remembering that she had agreed with Jenna to keep their distance from George.
She quickly stood up, instinctively trying to push George away, but he remained steady, grabbing Ji Ma’s hand tightly.
“Click.”
The door swung open, and Jenna, glowing faintly, instantly dispelled the room’s ambiguity—a flashbang illuminating the darkness.
She saw Ji Ma’s face turn pink, her delicate oval face immediately hardened.
Ji Ma hurriedly said, “Jenna, let me explain, it’s not what you think.”
George felt Ji Ma’s behavior was strange, as if she had been caught in a scandal, and Ji Ma was acting like the male party in this situation. He said, “Jenna, is there something wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong.” Ji Ma said as she pulled her hand away, grabbing Jenna’s hand to walk out of the room.
Jenna’s face was puffy with anger, and she didn’t even glance at Ji Ma, muttering:
“You lied, saying you’d give a surprise.”
“I just wanted to eat something; don’t forget what my real food is.”
“Then just endure it. You won’t die of hunger in five days,” Jenna’s voice turned a bit cold. “The birthday gift in five days has to be perfect; I’ve already done so much.”
It seemed that the recent inadequacy had put a lot of pressure on Jenna.
“Absolutely, absolutely!”
Jenna believed her. Ji Ma returned to her spacious bedroom, rubbing her belly, lamenting: “The food I just got is gone, and now I’m even hungrier.”
“So annoying!”
At that moment, her gaze fell on the manuscript on the table, written by Owen Green, which she hadn’t had time to “grade.”
Ji Ma suddenly laughed like a hunting dog. “Hehehehe.”
