Chapter 187 Chapter 186 Gray Mist
Ji Ma had long been coveting Eve Frostleaf. After much contemplation, she concluded that bringing George and Eve Frostleaf together was the best approach; once successful, they would all eventually meet in the bedroom, and at that time…
As for the dangers George and Eve Frostleaf would face together, for instance, the furious O’Swan guards charging them with the Flame Sword, followed closely by the Elven Queen with her bow. High elves would definitely do something like this; in their eyes, marrying George, a human, was akin to marrying a monkey.
Anyway, it wasn’t her who would be beaten, but George.
He would take a beating but could win Frostleaf’s love, which would be worth it… right?
Thinking this, Ji Ma’s mind cooled down from the heat generated by a pair of long legs, and she began to hesitate.
With George’s proud nature, he would surely not bow down in front of Eve Frostleaf’s father. Even if he could not defeat him, he would stand tall until the very end.
How annoying; the identity of the silver-haired long legs was too noble. Being a “princess” wasn’t something easy to marry.
When Ji Ma lifted her head again, Eve Frostleaf’s silhouette had disappeared between the trees, likely not wanting to see Ji Ma again.
Not far away, an elven maid secretly gave Ji Ma a thumbs up. In her view, Ji Ma had once again dealt a serious blow to the horrifying thought of Frostleaf being with that monkey George.
George was distributing food to the rescued farmers, doing it personally because he knew the other knights were unwilling to do this menial task. While handing out food, he was advising on what rules to follow.
Ji Ma opened her wings and glided down from the tree, flying toward George, not hiding her dark horns, wings, or long tail.
One of the farmers receiving food saw Ji Ma and looked panicked, quickly tugging at a companion to move aside; fear spread among the group of farmers.
Despite Ji Ma’s extraordinary charm, stunning looks, and slender figure, these farmers had just been rescued from the man-eating beastmen and thus were very frightened of Ji Ma with her horns and tail.
The crowd parted, and Ji Ma walked step by step towards George. As she passed by a female farmer, someone pulled her, and upon seeing Ji Ma’s horns and tail, she screamed, dropping the food package she was holding.
Ji Ma could have caught the falling food, but she was too lazy to do so and didn’t bother explaining the difference between herself and the beastmen as she walked straight past.
After taking a step or two, the scream behind her was silenced; other farmers, fearing to offend Ji Ma, covered the female farmer’s mouth. This was their way of survival.
George had just handed food to one of the farmers, who quickly slipped away with it, and he looked towards the black-haired succubus approaching him.
The horned child beside him had a dazed look, fixated on Ji Ma. When Ji Ma’s golden eyes turned to him, he quickly looked away, focusing on the ground, but couldn’t help but sneak a peek at Ji Ma.
“Hey, George.” Ji Ma kicked George’s shin lightly, “Let’s talk tonight about some matters.”
“Let’s talk now; you still have to scout the enemy’s army tonight.” George glanced at the farmers who had separated into two sides. “Anyway, I can’t distribute food right now.”
“Then follow me?”
They walked only about twenty steps, not far from the crowd, when Ji Ma stopped under a tree, leaning against the trunk, folding her arms and saying, “This is good; no one will foolishly bump into the barrier here.”
As soon as the words left her mouth, an invisible “Silent Hidden Barrier” expanded around her. The laughter and boasts of the knights nearby dropped to half the volume, and the farmers gathered again, pitifully waiting for George to return and provide them with food, no one daring to take any.
“There’s something…”
Ji Ma hesitated, wondering whether to “help” him pursue Eve Frostleaf. After all, if George firmly decided to be a “beastly man,” she couldn’t force it; she was also afraid George would disallow it.
“I’ve figured out what just happened,” George said, “I was too greedy; on one hand, I enjoyed the pleasures your lustful nature brings, but on the other hand, I expressed dissatisfaction with it face-to-face.”
Oh?
Ji Ma thought for a second before realizing what George was saying; she had pushed that little dissatisfaction out of her mind earlier.
“So, you intend to accept the negative impact of my lustful nature?”
“Almost.” George said, “I must admit, part of my love for you comes from your lustful nature.”
“How honest of you.” Ji Ma’s tail happily curled upward, absorbing the subtle fragrance in the air, “Then that’s decided.”
“Decided what?”
“Since you accept my lustful nature…” that also means you can accept being my stepping stone to that long-legged body, right?
Ji Ma suppressed a laugh and asked, “Do you want to warm each other up here for a bit?”
“Warm each other?”
They weren’t far from the crowd, only about ten meters. The farmers looked towards the place where the two had disappeared, waiting for the good knight lord who would bring out food. Two knights passed by, chatting with each other at a distance of three meters.
Ji Ma’s lower abdomen felt like a feather was floating and tickling her; she had no intention of restraining her desires at all.
She turned around, one hand resting on the tree trunk, slightly raising her butt, her tail curling around George’s calf, while her other hand reached for the edge of George’s breastplate—designed so that the wearer could bend at the waist, with the lower waist section connected by three pieces of armor like a lobster shell.
Thus, when the lustful succubus pulled hard, George’s belt slipped loose. It’s worth noting that knights in full plate armor also dealt with such needs in this manner.
Ji Ma tilted her head and said to him, “You understand what this means, right?”
Her heart raced, filled with both fear and anticipation.
A peach blossom fragrance engulfed Ji Ma.
Then, the tip of her tail tightened, and George grasped Ji Ma’s tail tip, which was constantly flirting with him.
“Ahem, let’s hold off on this for now.” George pushed Ji Ma’s hand away. “If you really want… I’ll come find you after I finish my work, how about that?”
Ji Ma straightened up, pulling back her tail and kicking George with a foot as she said:
“Get lost, beastly fellow! I’m not in the mood anymore; you can forget about tonight.”
With that, she crossed her arms and left.
George watched her retreating figure, her dark horns peeking out from under her shiny black hair, curving backward, the sunset reflecting on the horns and the silver ring on her bare arm.
Ji Ma had barely taken a few steps when she felt her horns tightly grasped and was pulled backward into George’s arms. She coldly huffed, “I don’t want to now.”
George leaned in and kissed her directly, causing her to panic; she tried to push him away, but his shoulder was as stable as a mountain.
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At night, in a black-and-white dream, Ji Ma spread her wings and soared through the sky.
“That damn kid.” Ji Ma flapped her wings in anger, “Kisses and then leaves me hanging, what’s with this pure love nonsense?”
Looking back now, it was clear she had been swept away by desire, acting impulsively in that moment, wanting to do it right there, hmm…
She muttered to herself, “It must be the memory of Demon King Gima using her lower half to think that influenced me.”
Among Demon King Gima’s memories, there were several particularly stimulating recollections. In the noisiest market, separated only by a wooden door, surrounded by familiar neighbors of the female side…
Ji Ma didn’t know whether to be grateful that George wasn’t very open or to complain about him not being “proactive” enough.
Below in the forest, bright white dream balloons kept appearing, gathering together.
Ji Ma didn’t forget her work; she glanced at them, noting that they were warbands of beastmen with numbers in the thousands, possibly the vanguard, and their density had increased significantly compared to the previous days.
She took out a board with a map attached and, while flying, roughly recorded the locations of the discovered beastmen warbands and marked their numbers.
As for their specific compositions, like how many horned beasts or inferior horned beasts there were, or whether there were minotaurs, she needed to see how much magic remained. If all of them entered the dream to understand, her magic wouldn’t be enough; today’s encirclement of those lucky little white mice had already consumed a good amount.
She pointed at the map, drawing circles: “One, two, three, four… there are already four with scales above a thousand; that’s quite a lot.”
Putting her board away revealed an expanse of gray mist below, under which were dense dream balloons emitting a dim light through the mist. The entire land was completely filled with these dream balloons.
Ji Ma was momentarily stunned, hovering in the air. She initially thought she had unknowingly flown back to the knight army.
In the next second, she came back to her senses.
This wasn’t the knight army; there was no gray mist enveloping the knight army—it was the beastmen army!
She didn’t dare to be reckless, unlike the naive ones who thought the dream was always safe. She flapped her wings hard and flew back, prioritizing distance from the beastmen army.
Ji Ma flew a kilometer and landed on a bizarre-looking tree on a hill, watching the beastmen army shrouded in gray mist. Looking back, she saw a trail of black smoke rising in the distance; that was the black smoke emitted by George’s dream seeds.
She was surprised to find that she was so close to the beastmen army, probably only about fifteen kilometers away. The army could mobilize in a day.
Under the gray mist, she couldn’t clearly see the dream balloons of the beastmen; she could only vaguely see the hazy glow.
It seemed the enemy had realized that I could target them from the dream. I wonder what else this gray mist is useful for besides obstructing my vision?
Ji Ma cautiously flew up from the misshapen tree, soaring into the air, increasing her speed to approach the gray mist.
The mist took on a grayish-white color. When Ji Ma first touched the gray mist, it rolled around as if alive, engulfing Ji Ma.
Ji Ma instinctively held her breath, took a strong flap of her wings, only to feel the air had become “much heavier,” requiring twice the effort to flap her wings than usual. She made a quick turn in midair and swiftly escaped the range of the gray mist.
The heavy feeling vanished, and her wings returned to their lightness.
Ji Ma checked herself; everything was normal except for some muscle fatigue from exertion.
She tried a few more times and confirmed that the gray mist only temporarily obscured her vision, preventing her from accurately estimating the number of beastmen troops, and being in the mist doubled her physical exertion.
Only then did she decide to enter the gray mist to gather intelligence.
To conserve energy, she dropped from the air and landed on a leafless dead tree, its skinny branches resembling dead hands reaching for the sky.
“Is this all the gray mist can do?” Ji Ma stood on a thick branch with her “branch axe spear,” remaining suspicious. “Though succubi are rare, their dream abilities are widely known. There must be ways to guard against succubi in dreams.”
The tree beneath her seemed to tremble.
Ji Ma looked down: “This tree looks like a hand.”
Corroded trees really are bizarre.
As soon as the words left her mouth, the misshapen tree in the gray mist struck fiercely at Ji Ma, who quickly jumped and flew into the air.
