Chapter 52: Quarreling
There were still traces of blood on the wooden jar.
George couldn’t help but ask, “What is this?”
“I traveled all the way to Lotharren for Frostleaf, chased by a whole group of high elves. You have no idea where I got this thing from.”
Jenna asked, “What does ‘travelling a long distance’ mean?”
Frostleaf opened the wooden jar, held it under her nose, and sniffed lightly, saying, “It’s used for torture in the interrogation room.”
Blind Jenna said, “Jima, that’s a bit too profound.”
“I like it,” Frostleaf said, “Thank you.”
“That’s good,” Jima smiled, gently tapping Frostleaf’s long legs with her foot under the table, looking at her with a soft smile.
She wanted to give back.
Before long, Jima felt a cold and smooth sensation coming from her calf.
Across the table, George was completely unaware.
She felt so good that her tail perked up, but she was afraid George would notice; ever since he learned about her past, he’d started to get jealous. She couldn’t let him find out.
Thinking this, Jima forced her tail down and hid it behind her.
After chatting for a while, blind Jenna managed to steer the conversation, holding her place like the host. In this group conversation, Jima was like a programmer in front of a computer, silent.
She quietly used her tail to explore the silver texture and muscle curves of Frostleaf on the table.
As she studied, Frostleaf quietly pulled her foot out of her boot and stepped on Jima’s restless tail.
A wonderful sensation crawled up Jima’s spine, and she licked her lips, using her tail tip to push against Frostleaf’s foot.
Frostleaf’s icy complexion turned rosy as she maintained a calm facade, slowly spooning a scoop of devilish chili powder meant for torture into her plate and taking a few bites.
As the powder hit her mouth, her face and neck flushed, and a thin layer of sweat appeared.
Jima wanted to laugh.
“Jima.”
“Ah?” Jima quickly turned her head, like a student called out in class. Meeting Zibai’s blue eyes, she felt a bit nervous,
“What is it?”
Jenna wanted to ask about her life back in her homeland.
“My homeland is a planet called Earth,” Jima said, “I had a great life, filled with ordinary people who had absolutely no magic resistance. My curses and rumors could spread freely among the crowd, and they couldn’t do anything about me. Soon, the most powerful and wealthy country on Earth would crown me queen.”
I heard George say you built a palace, with at least several hundred lovers and flings?
The foot on her tail suddenly stopped.
Jima sharply sensed the subtle change in the air. She was not one to uphold female virtue, and Frostleaf and Jenna both knew that. After all, could you really expect a succubus to be pure, monogamous, or have a limited number of sexual experiences?
However, glancing at her personal system’s sexual experience statistics, there was a long string of numbers, enough to burst Jenna’s broad mind.
What was deadly was that George wouldn’t cover for himself in this matter.
“Not hundreds.”
Jenna relaxed slightly, “It’s ten thousand.”
“What?”
“Lianxi.”
“Who?”
As the head maid, had there really been one hundred thousand women who served me in the past fifteen years?
“Including your lovers and maids,” Lianxi nodded and said, “Just over one hundred thousand.”
Jima turned and smiled at Jenna, “Yes, that’s right.”
The atmosphere suddenly froze, and the tail that had been under her foot was gently brushed away by Frostleaf.
Jenna’s face grew a bit ugly, and she said, “Jima, that’s too…”
She didn’t end with a curse but said, “Too… open.”
Jima didn’t refute but lowered her head and sighed, “I… thought it would be no big deal to casually mention this number. I don’t want to argue for myself, but I really do like it a lot.
“My homeland is dull and tasteless, lacking miracles and magic. All miracles and magic only exist on plain white paper. Naturally, there’s not a speck of magic there. While mortals can breathe freely, transcendent beings on Earth cannot replenish their magic and will gradually suffocate to death.
I am a succubus; desire is my food, and the pain of others is my honey, replenishing my magic.
I don’t intend to defend myself; I just state the facts. I’m not a good person either, because I haven’t completely avoided hurting others while supporting myself as much as possible.
George, do you think I’m lying?
This set of statements sidestepped the core issues, and George could only respond, “It’s all true.”
I don’t even want to touch any other men; no one can compare to George. In my life, I can only accept George as a man.
Jima said, “So I’ve never drawn on the desires of other men; I’ve set my sights on mortal women. I built a palace, invited tailors to customize clothes for them, and let them live happily…”
A soft sobbing sound arose.
Looking over, it was Lianxi; she said, “I’m sorry, Master. I was reminded of my former sisters.”
Jenna’s expression softened considerably, and even Lianxi showing such emotion indicated that she had spoken from her heart.
Jima felt the atmosphere had relaxed a lot and continued,
“So I have many, many maids; many people have found joy with me, parting in good terms. I even provide youth potions to help them retain their youth for a few more years.
I’m sorry, Jima.”
Jenna’s tone became gentle, “I was too harsh just now.”
“It’s okay.”
“Then, George, why are you seeking to punish Jima?”
Jenna asked, “Though she committed crimes, you said before that she tried to avoid killing and would curse mortals into paralysis.”
The fire turned to George.
George said, “But in that civilized world, she committed crimes against humanity. I can’t just sit back and do nothing.”
Jenna said, “Enough, in the apocalypse. The crimes she committed cannot even be compared to the apocalyptic armies that casually massacre cities. Sometimes your thinking is too rigid.”
Although Jenna was a good person, in this world where death came easily, seeing corpses every day, it was hard to comprehend the magnitude of what Jima had done in the civilized world.
George felt misunderstood and said nothing, just bowing his head silently to drink his soup.
Frostleaf gently nudged Jima with her knee, an act of goodwill.
Jenna shook her head and said, “Jima, sometimes George can really be quite unkind.”
Jima looked at George, who was silently drinking soup, and recalled the court trial video she had watched, where George was on the defendant’s stand, accused by the Americano Federal Government of various crimes. The jury consisted of the very mortals he had tried to protect, blaming him for making big issues out of nothing.
She felt a surge of resentment and said, “I deserve it.”
Jenna turned to George and said, “You owe Jima an apology.”
Apologize for what?
Jima struggled to restrain herself, looking at Jenna and saying, “What do you understand? Do you think my homeland is this barbaric and savage world? When I return to my homeland, I’m like a hungry wolf thrown into a sheepfold, biting and eating as I please.
The reason I try to avoid killing is because it’s troublesome. If I torture too many people, their value goes up, and I would have to apply more effort and cost.
The people from my homeland are inherently weak and bully the strong; like children who haven’t matured, they blame their savior, which is predictable. If it weren’t for George being here, I would have long since sent them to hell.
And you? Jenna, you don’t understand George at all. Comforting is one thing, but you keep nagging him like an old woman, putting him down. Jima retorted, “Just because George is close to you and is a good person, does that mean you take your sword and hold it to his neck?”
Jenna’s mind suddenly crashed as she continued, “I…”
“I what?”
Jima coldly said, “Even though I was almost killed by George, whatever choice is made, one must bear the consequences. I don’t regret it, and he doesn’t need to apologize to me. That’s it.”
