Chapter 97: The Troubles of a Loli
Molly or whatever, I hate it the most. Hearing her own delicate voice, Kima frowned slightly. Molly represents her being hurt, so she was brought here. Next to the resurrection pool, there stood a clothes rack as tall as a person, adorned with lingerie, stockings, panties, evening gowns, and so on. Kima caressed the evening gown that split down to her feet and sighed in regret. Such beautiful clothes, yet she couldn’t wear them; what a pity. She originally planned on letting Molo wear nice clothes and host a victory banquet. Although she didn’t know the spoils yet, Kima intended to celebrate the victory. Hopefully, the uncertainty about Marus’s fate would be resolved—after all, once the nuclear bomb detonates, all the essence of the demon kind concentrated in him would be lost, and the strongest world-destroying army would be no more.
Of course, the empire’s crisis had not yet been averted; she could only say that there was a bit of breathing space. But she didn’t care; she wasn’t the empire’s emperor, so why should she worry about that? Kima reluctantly set down her hand from the evening gown. This rack was designed for a mature woman with a height of 1.8 meters, with bust, waist, and legs. With her current stick-thin figure, wearing those clothes would only make her look like a clothes hanger. Kima raised her hand, calling for the cloud. She felt she had truly weakened; even the cloud had a delay, and she wasn’t flying low.
Bare all over, she sat on the cloud and quickly left the dream shrine. Perched on the edge of the cloud, perhaps it was because she had become a loli, her hyperactivity took over, her legs swinging back and forth as she held her small face, thinking, “Personal system.” She clicked into the status bar, sifting through a pile of buffs. “The Blood God is watching you…” “The Master of Deception is watching you…” “The Skies are watching you…” “Three Gods have chosen…” “Sexual hunger…” “Reflective pupil…” Kima had long since grown numb to these chaotic buffs. Her gaze fell on a debuff: Molly’s state.
Perhaps because you revived too quickly, your strength cannot be restored; only time and mana replenishment can heal you. “I can only say, is it truly worthy of being a succubus?” Kima muttered to herself, feeling a bit resistant. Previously, she had even told George he could come to find her anytime to vent. But that was when she had matured enough to let George have a taste anytime. Her mature body also brought her strength. She didn’t want to be defenseless when fighting George, although it seemed she had never won against him, at least the fights had some back and forth—at least until she exhausted her stamina.
She glanced again at her abilities, flipping to those related to resurrection. Dream Shrine: “The entity of the female evil god is located within the Dream Palace. To completely kill her, you must destroy her entity, or use a method to directly kill her entity through the connection to her entity. When you die but your entity is not dead, you must pay a certain price to resurrect. The more you pay, the faster the resurrection.”
She arrived at her bedroom, opened the door, and stepped inside. Closing the system, Kima jumped down from the fluffy cloud, shaking her fluffy hair. A three-sided mirror, reflecting her image, floated in mid-air around her. Her hair was black and shiny, and under the dark hair, her small face seemed even smaller and more adorable—a pure face with a hint of femininity, mixed with a touch of allure. Her big golden eyes sparkled. Every subconscious movement and subtle expression conveyed a message: I am very innocent and naive; don’t hurt me.
Kima wore an angry expression, imagining herself standing on a high floating island, looking down at a crowd of defeated captives. A large group of bloody executioners looked up at her. She raised her right hand, her thumb pointing down. Amidst a chorus of pleas, the executioners fell over. But in the mirror, the cute girl was just pouting her lips, raising her eyebrows, which could also be considered anger, though it looked more like she was being playful with her father, asking for cotton candy. “This king truly is a succubus; when I was young, no matter the deliberate action, I could put on an innocent and naive act.”
Kima’s golden eyes fixated on the adorable, pure face in the mirror, growing increasingly irked. Because that face looked exactly like little Kima, and the entire face was still the entire person. What if George knew I had little Kima’s memories… Kima couldn’t help but kick the nearby mirror; just thinking about it was embarrassing. Maybe I should lie down and wait until my strength recovers. But I have already prepared the ingredients for the banquet; everyone has been busy for so long, finally, they can have a little rest.
Kima hesitated, finally deciding to treat it like the lady’s disgraceful tactic of selling herself, resulting in being pursued by some middle-aged man. After all, recovering her strength was the most important thing. Even with the weakest body, she had to fight against the hero. At that moment, Kima’s divine essence activated; someone was calling her name. “If it weren’t for Kima insisting on having this dragon, I would rather execute her immediately…” “Fortunately, considering she made her own mistakes, let’s forgive Kima.” “I know, but…” The following voice faded away.
A death sentence can be spared, but a living one cannot escape, right? Kima recalled what George had said: “A death sentence can be spared, but a living one cannot escape, right?”
Measuring the lance’s dimensions, she placed it against her flat, smooth abdomen to gauge its depth.
Hmm…
This lance’s thrusting penetration is too intense.
And for her, George would never show any tenderness. On the surface, she appeared to be a pure and cute little girl, but internally, she was the ultimate demon lord with hundreds of thousands of experiences; besides, she had transformed into a girl. George understood this, even knowing what she looked like as a boy.
No, no matter what, she had to keep it a secret.
Kima thought while putting on her clothes, lost in her thoughts. She had only put on a snow-white strapless top when she hugged a pillow, sitting on the bed and contemplating her conspiracy.
Days later, on the other side, George and his party were retreating with the ground army lacking supplies. The emperor of the empire was troubled about feeding a group of people, but George and his group enjoyed a rare rest period. The world-destroying army had vanished into thin air, and for the time being, they had nothing to do.
Amidst the calm before yet another storm, George used this precious time to accompany Yimei Frostleaf and Jenna. He taught Frostleaf Chinese. Frostleaf, with her ethereal and high-class aura, had a cloth covering her nose, adding a touch of suffering and pity to her demeanor, though her prominent chest slightly affected her grace.
Jenna parted her red lips and said, “I understand this joke.”
Jenna, you’ve improved so quickly.
Yeah, I usually enjoy using the phone you gave me. The more I use it, the more familiar I become.
What functions do you enjoy using?
Of course, listening to audiobooks. It’s really amazing; the AI function inside is like a real person.
I listened to the story of Nightingale; it’s hard to imagine that in a world without divine arts, she was able to save so many patients to return home.
As she spoke, her aura became even more sacred, as if a halo of angels floated above her head.
Just as I guessed, I thought you would like this story, so I placed it as the first book on the shelf.
You really understand me.
Nearby, Yimei Frostleaf twitched her ears, recalling the content she had eavesdropped on earlier: what is top, what is bottom, what is ABO, what is insane beautiful person, what is male pregnancy, and she didn’t say a word.
Frostleaf, do you want to learn Chinese together?
Frostleaf shook her head: No, that’s the writing of humans from another world.
What a pity; it can open the door to a treasure trove for people.
George continued teaching Frostleaf while stealthily eavesdropping, memorizing the content and secretly jotting it down with a black pen in a small black notebook.
Around nine o’clock that morning, George was practicing kettlebell swings while Jenna was eavesdropping on what seemed to be treatment documents for orthopedics. She didn’t know what the Mandorans meant by orthopedics.
When Lianxi opened her eyes, the scene before her excited her immensely.
Golden twilight fell diagonally from the sky, casting light on a palace that mixed modern Earth styles.
That was the dream palace of the master; she had resurrected, earlier than expected.
Lianxi was overwhelmed with excitement as she lifted her skirt, stepping on the bright red carpet, climbing the steps, and arriving at the palace door.
The red carpet was strewn with vibrant flowers, and at the end of the carpet sat a throne facing her.
Only this high throne was worthy of the tall, beautiful, and powerful master.
Lianxi lifted her skirt and scampered to the back of the throne, shouting: Master, I’m here.
The throne slowly rotated.
Mature-form Kima sat on the tall throne, looking extremely out of place; she could only lean against the armrest, as if she tried to sit in the middle, she couldn’t even place her arms down. The throne was too high, and Kima could only let her legs dangle above.
Lianxi exclaimed: Master?
This was the first time she saw such a cute Kima.
Even though fragments of a crown floated above Kima’s head, and though she endeavored to show an expression of “I am the king,” she actually resembled a bratty little imp with a spoiled attitude.
Yes, I am your master.
The master is so cute, all the words in the world cannot describe it. I must find a dictionary.
Shut up, Kima said, raising her rolled-up white silk leg. From Lianxi’s angle, she could see the red bandage on Kima’s thigh, slightly embedded into her skin.
This is my punishment for you.
The thin silk thread around her foot made her plump toes look like a flower mist in the fog.
Lianxi could hardly believe it, her heart fluttering, asking: Master?
Do you know what this means?
Lianxi obediently bowed her head and knelt down.
Kima’s leg, like a snow-clad ice cream, stretched over, pressing against her fluffy ears, the entire sole of her foot resting on Lianxi’s head, gently stroking.
With her eyes closed, Lianxi made a purring sound like a cat.
The silken foot softly grazed her face before finally covering her mouth.
A childish voice commanded from above: Obey me.
Yes, Master.
Lianxi opened her lips.
After a while, Kima, wearing fingerless gloves and white stockings, lay sideways on the bed, cuddling a pile of fluffy orange cats and sleeping.
