Chapter 56: Going to Aosu’an
Hearing Jima’s call, Jenna turned back, but Yvyriya tugged at her hand and said, “I’m really looking forward to the advanced shower facilities of Earth civilization.”
Revenge! It must be revenge. Retribution for completely looking down on the civilization of the high elves and elevating Earth civilization. Such a plastic sisterhood.
Jima thought to herself, watching their backs disappear behind the door.
She turned her head and looked at George, a smile appearing on her face: “Hee hee hee, dear, do you need something? The lustful egg is just a lustful egg; it has nothing to do with me, it’s from Chila, not me, so you don’t have to worry about wearing a green hat. That’s all for the report; I have soup cooking in the kitchen, so I’m leaving. Goodbye.”
After saying that, Jima eagerly turned to leave.
But after just a few steps, her tail got tugged.
George didn’t let go of her tail, his face looking as hard as granite.
Jima forced a smile and asked, “Is there anything else? Do you want to go again?”
“Can you tell me what rumor you picked just now?”
“No, I can’t.”
“Hmm?”
“No matter how much you hmm, I still can’t.” Jima said, giving in, “Do whatever you want.”
“Alright then.”
George stepped forward, swept her up by the waist, and placed Jima on the dining table, pressing her chest down onto the surface. Her black hair spread across her back, falling onto the table, and the crown between her antlers still shimmered with a dark light.
Jima felt it coming again, her cheeks flushed with anticipation.
Her skirt was lifted, her bottom felt a chill, followed by a sting, a crisp sound of a slap echoed.
“Ah, you actually slapped my butt!”
Jima clenched her fist.
Now, she was the demon lord commanding a legion of magical troops, rounding it up, a flag bearer on the chessboard of the apocalypse.
What now?
“Smack!”
Jima, wearing black garter stockings, with her elastic heart-shaped bottom, bounced and shook under the flat of his hand.
Jima released her fist and said, “Stop hitting me.”
“Will you talk?”
“No, I’m not that stupid.”
Another slap on the bottom.
“Look at my age, and you still use this trick.” Jima’s eyes became moist, tears welling up, if you’re capable, be a man.
“As long as it works, that’s fine.”
Another wave of sharp pain on her bottom made Jima shut her eyes tightly, her feet unable to resist raising up.
Not knowing how many slaps later, Jima held her tongue, she wasn’t that foolish.
Finally, George sighed and rubbed Jima’s bottom with his big hand.
Jima let out a long breath, finally getting through it.
The tail was released, and instead of sitting, Jima stood, crossing her arms, her face flushed.
The air was filled with a peach blossom fragrance, but George didn’t take further action, standing upright with a serious expression.
He was probably waiting for everyone to be ready before making a move, Jima rubbed her legs, feeling very displeased, and said, “Is there anything else? The great butt-slapper?”
“Nothing more,” George said, “Your palace is quite nice.”
“Of course,” Jima replied, “It’s based on the first palace on Earth, the Beautiful Palace. It’s a pity that such a wonderful palace has been left behind on Earth.”
The castle had a fairy-tale feel.
Jima was never satisfied, resentment rising in her heart, and she retorted, “Are you blaming me for not having lost my focus, or for being childish?”
“No.”
“Then you’re implying that I’m a selfish giant baby.”
“…” George said, “I was just thinking that it was very much like when we went to Disneyland together.”
“Oh, maybe a bit.”
Jima said casually, her mind full of other things, “Right now, I just want to take a shower. By the way, I have a question, are you interested in further developing the beauty of lovers?”
“No, having the three of you is enough.”
What a letdown, I built such a magnificent palace for nothing.
Jima said, “Let’s be frank, you know my past and you know my tastes, right?”
I like novelty. As long as you’re not a man, I don’t care how many wives or lovers you have when we’re married. So, I can have as many lovers as I want, bring them to the Dream Palace, and you won’t mind. Sometimes you’d even help me out, how about that?
George said, “It’s hard for me not to care.”
“I knew it, you’re not fallen enough.” She stretched out her hand, her slender fingers resting on George’s forehead, feeling his heart beating. “What a pity, this innocent heart, how come it hasn’t turned completely black?”
George asked, “Are you disappointed?”
Just like when you find out that I can’t be saved and can’t become a good person. Jima chuckled lightly, her finger gently pressing on her full lips, and said, “Kiss me,” and George embraced her with a kiss.
The next morning.
Jima, embracing the cool Yvyriya Frostleaf, slowly opened her eyes, her body’s senses gradually returning.
Her lower abdomen, throat, and deep inside her bottom gradually felt a mix of sharp pain and warmth.
Her body, worn out, seemed to have fallen apart, yet there was also a tingling sensation, like wounds healing.
Jima lazily opened her eyes, only to discover she was holding onto a thigh; judging by its torn condition, it should belong to Frostleaf.
She let go, propped herself up off the bed, and attempted to get up, realizing her bottom hurt especially badly.
Shaking off the haze of pleasure, Jima gradually recalled what had happened last night.
It could basically be summarized as the battle of the three heroes coming to an end. It started evenly matched, or even with a disparity, amongst other things.
But the despicable and shameless Lü Bu played a dirty trick of sowing discord.
George, he first targeted the gentle Jenna, and in the end, Jenna softened and told George everything.
Hmm, that was the ultimate humiliation of the rumors Jima had spread—something about being “strong and powerful,” and so on.
With this, Jima’s scheme was exposed, losing her righteous excuse, and the fragile agreement between the three heroes vanished, with the drums of war echoing through the dorm room all day.
The drummer was George, and the war drum was Jima’s bottom.
What’s worse, even before Jima’s “death,” she still refused to admit defeat, using her long tongue to coil around the Holy Sword, shouting, “I want to eat the Holy Sword, eat the Holy Sword, hee hee…”
But she took quite a few good hits.
Yvyriya Frostleaf also woke up, still savoring the joy of last night, her emerald eyes hazy, not knowing what she was thinking.
With a sigh, Jima sat up and saw that George’s hand was still gripping her tail. She tapped his hand and said, “Get up, sleepyhead.”
Getting out of bed was a drag.
Forty minutes later, Jima was the last to leave the bed. As her feet hit the ground, she stepped on a torn stocking, and her legs turned inward.
Having missed the process where the sisters washed and cleaned themselves, Jima began to suspect that George was doing this on purpose; this petty man must have been jealous, trying to minimize her opportunities to take advantage.
Otherwise, why would the little skirmish just now target her?
After completing her wash and changing into fresh clothes, Jima felt revitalized, having come back to life, though her lower abdomen still radiated warm sensations.
Leaving her room, she finally arrived in the garden, where George and Yvyriya Frostleaf were.
Taking advantage of her high privileges in the Dream Palace, Jima eavesdropped and caught a few phrases:
“Do they really care about me?”
Then the voice abruptly stopped.
It was probably Frostleaf who heard her voice.
Oh, she still cared a lot about how her parents viewed her.
Jima casually flew in on her Nimbus Cloud, asking, “Ready? Last night’s wonderful experience is over; it’s time to work.”
Yvyriya Frostleaf looked at Jima, hesitated for a moment, and said, “Jima, can you come with me to my hometown?”
“What’s wrong?”
“Secret weapon, we mustn’t let the Lord of Deception get it.”
Yvyriya Frostleaf said, “It’s better to seek the magical expertise of my people.”
“Really?”
It had nothing to do with the queen and the guards of Aosu’an.
“Alright.” Jima stretched lazily, “Let’s head out after breakfast.”
