Chapter Fifty-One: Eating and Drinking
George felt a stir in his heart as the guess that Ji Ma had denied rose to the forefront of his mind again. Little Ji couldn’t possibly be dead; although she died by his sword, she ultimately returned to Ji Ma in a human form. He knew that if he directly asked Ji Ma, the cunning and wicked woman would deny it in a thousand ways, and it was very likely that she also believed that Little Ji was merely a trap set by her to harm him. Nothing more than a tool.
However, after entering the fairy-tale-like palace with the visibly unhappy Jenna, George headed straight for the kitchen, where Lianxi, dressed in a maid’s skirt, was bending over to arrange dishes on a cart. Ji Ma stood in front of the extinguished stove, deftly untying her apron. Upon seeing him, she smiled gently and asked, “Can’t wait any longer?”
“I have something to discuss with you privately.”
“Okay.” Ji Ma casually tossed aside her apron, propped herself up on the table, sat down, and untied the headband from her long black hair, letting it cascade down her back to her hips. The unruly tail of her hair fell onto the table, playfully flicking towards George. She then cast a seductive glance at him.
George stepped forward and pinched the tip of her tail with his fingers.
“Ouch, ouch, ouch.” Ji Ma exclaimed, “You tail-control freak, let go of my tail!”
“You don’t need to charm me all day long,” George replied. “It’s unnecessary.”
“I know.” Ji Ma activated a tranquil and secret barrier, isolating their surroundings. She slightly lowered her head, looking closely at George, who was very near her.
He could feel his breath on her neck and smelled the scent of peach blossoms in the air.
“But we’re about to eat; you can’t just execute me here, right?” Ji Ma said with a mischievous smile, showing her small fangs. Her slender legs wrapped in black stockings brushed against George’s beneath the table. “It’s already a solid iron rod; you’ll just have to endure until evening, hahaha.”
George tightened his grip on Ji Ma’s tail, applying a bit of pressure.
Ji Ma shuddered slightly as an impulse raced up her spine to her head. She lifted her chin and said, “Let go of my tail.”
Lianxi silently pushed the cart out.
“I want to talk to you about something serious,” George said.
“Coincidentally, I also have something serious to tell you, little George.” Ji Ma, taking advantage of her position, sat on the kitchen table, slightly higher than George, as she touched his chest. “I found out many things while scouting High Precision Island.”
“What things?”
The butterfly in her lower abdomen was fluttering its wings more boldly. Ji Ma leaned forward, causing George to step back, or else he would be bumped by her perfectly round breasts.
A thin, dark sweater barely concealed her peaks, hinting at something hidden within the valleys.
“Inside.”
“Ji Ma, could you dress a bit more appropriately?”
“This is quite proper; at least three parts are covered. If it weren’t for you two women visiting today, I wouldn’t have even worn just a pair of panties. I’m showing you a lot of courtesy; besides, what I wear seems to have nothing to do with you.”
“Can you take the report out from your chest?”
“No way.” Ji Ma looked at George playfully, feeling the conflict between his impulse and rationality.
He didn’t dare to act on his desires right there because Lianxi was still arranging the dishes, and his two fiancées were waiting at the dining table.
The more it was like this, the more interesting it became. She gently tugged on her chest and said, “Did you see clearly? It’s inside; help yourself, kid.”
George sighed, “Don’t blame me tonight…”
Ji Ma mocked, “You can always just die.”
Three fingers ventured into her valleys.
Her fingers were rough, and Ji Ma had felt it before; her skin was sensitive and gave her a ticklish sensation, making her giggle uncontrollably.
The paper was stuffed deeply, and the valley was too narrow; it took George a while to retrieve the report that bore Ji Ma’s warmth. He put it in his pocket and said, “Let’s talk business.”
“You’ve emphasized that twice now,” Ji Ma replied. “Does that mean you can’t contain yourself deep down?” George took a deep breath; besides the aroma of food, he also sensed another enchanting floral scent.
“Be prepared; Jenna might slap you.”
“Huh?”
“Because she’s still upset about your betrayal.” George said, “Although I’ve talked to her about it, I can’t guarantee.”
“If she really plans to hit me, I’ll just hide behind you.” Ji Ma shrugged nonchalantly. “Anything else? Why does she look so glum today? Has something happened?”
“I convinced her not to bring the food she cooked; there was a bit of an argument.” Even though fifteen years had passed, the taste of Jenna’s cooking was etched in Ji Ma’s memory; she immediately reminisced and said, “You really are a good person, George. Can you describe the food?”
“If a nagging spirit jumps out from inside, I wouldn’t be surprised; I’ve actually seen cockroaches eating the leftovers. Their bellies were up, and their legs twitched; they were dead.”
“You’ve saved a life.” Ji Ma said, “Anything else?”
“Nothing more.” Lianxi had already placed the last dish on the table.
George said, “We should go back to have dinner.”
“Wait.” Ji Ma called out to George, extending her hands, her soft chest pressing against her upper arm. “Come on, dear, carry me.”
George didn’t refuse; he turned his back to Ji Ma. She gently dropped from the kitchen table, wrapped her arms around his waist, and crossed them in front of his chest. Her chest pressed against that narrow back, which she had once stabbed.
“Let’s go.” Ji Ma licked his ear, “Quick, carry this king to give your two women to this king, hehehe.”
As soon as she finished speaking, George gave her a playful slap on the backside, causing her to exclaim, “What a tightwad.”
George’s steps were steady, more stable than that of a war horse. The dining table gradually came closer, and Ji Ma glanced towards the three women by the table. Yve Frostleaf still wore a cold expression, not showing any unusual behavior. She probably had no opinions to voice, given her self-destructive tendencies; she might even feel something deeper inside. As for Jenna? Her eyes were blind. Ji Ma felt a slight disappointment as she climbed down from George’s back.
On the other hand, Lianxi, standing by her chair, glared at George, her face puffed up in genuine displeasure. Ji Ma took her seat across from George at the round dining table. To her left and right were Lianxi and Yve Frostleaf; she had arranged the seating as she liked, enjoying the feeling of having beauties on either side.
Everyone exchanged pleasantries. Ji Ma inquired about Jenna’s unfortunate sight, learning that she was injured by a whip from the Blood God Demon, resulting in a dent in her face; it was impressive that she was still alive. She also didn’t insist on slapping Ji Ma, which relieved Ji Ma.
“The dish is strange.” Yve Frostleaf used her chopsticks to pick up the braised pork belly and asked, “From your hometown?”
“Yeah, how does it taste?”
Yve Frostleaf chewed slowly for a while and said, “The texture is okay, but it lacks flavor.”
“I almost forgot,” Ji Ma said while rummaging around in her messy dimensional bag. “I went to your hometown, Lothorne, and brought back some things.”
Yve Frostleaf softly responded, “My hometown isn’t Lothorne.”
“Found it!”
“Bang.” Ji Ma slammed a jar of devilish chili on the table. Four pairs of eyes turned toward her as they saw a red skull logo on the jar.
