**Chapter 105 – Torment (Part 1)**
Ji Ma held the letter, turned around, embraced the cat, and soared out of the tent.
Flying over the bloody arena, the prisoners of war fought each other, shedding blood for the entertainment of the spectators.
The audience noticed their commander and called out Ji Ma’s name in unison.
Amidst the thunderous cheers, Ji Ma landed on the most splendid makeshift platform in the arena.
On the platform, the demon dragon Ma Wo was bound in a cross, her tattered garments exposing large patches of honey-colored skin, tightly fastened with glowing red chains that dug into her flesh. She hung her head low, her horn facing the arena.
Ji Ma stepped onto a small stool, raised her chin with her hand, and beneath the disheveled golden hair, Ma Wo’s dragon eyes opened, shining and piercing Ji Ma.
Ji Ma caressed her cheek and said, “Tsk tsk, what a beautiful face. When smeared with ash and paired with that indomitable gaze, it really excites me.”
“Kill me.”
“How could I?” Ji Ma said openly as she caressed her chest. “A beauty like you, so easy to raise, is truly interesting to torment. I don’t have to worry about malnutrition ruining your looks; a simple rinse with water will do, and I don’t have to consider your restroom needs. The best part is, you have such a strong constitution that you can endure so much torment.”
The demon dragon Ma Wo lifted her chin, turning to Ji Ma: “Is this your desire? So pathetic it’s laughable. Competing with my master, what an insult to him.”
Ji Ma smiled while openly lewdly touching Ma Wo, asking, “Why do you say that?”
Your pursuit is as shallow as a primitive beast, your horizons comparable to the ants at your feet. Even your pursuit of lust is so superficial. Competing with my master depends entirely on the support from the Four Gods.
“I like your stubbornness,” Ji Ma said. “When you realize that your pleasure is uncontrollable and will be dominated by me, I look forward to your transformation at that moment.”
“Do you want your weak and useless soldiers to insult me?” Ma Wo weakly raised her head. “Then come, I do not mind the humiliation, because I dedicate myself to a great cause. A dog of the Four Gods like you will never understand my master’s grand dream.”
“Overthrowing the Four Gods? How grand.”
“What a pity.” Ma Wo said, “Originally, another great demon king was supposed to compete with my master. His military talents are nearly unmatched; even my master has cherished his abilities. But now, he is your puppet, and his once-great skills have been usurped by you, and you, a clown, sully the stage by merely existing.”
Ji Ma wanted to laugh but then heard something from behind. She asked, “So, does that mean the Eternal Chosen truly cherishes Demon King Ji Ma?”
“Of course, my master was supposed to have an epic battle, but lust corrupted him, turning him into a mundane seeker of shallow desires. And you, having stolen his legacy, turned what should have been an inspiring battle into a filthy farce.”
Ji Ma could no longer contain herself; she withdrew her hand from Ma Wo’s chest and threw her head back, laughing loudly.
What nonsense about great dreams, destroying the Four Gods, and all that. Ji Ma laughed, lifting one hand to raise Ma Wo’s chin, leaning close to her face: “I only care about myself; all my feelings take precedence over everyone else, including your ridiculous grand dreams. Let me give you a spoiler, beautiful Dragon Lady: I will not only satisfy my filthy desires with your body, but I will also turn you into a weapon, a weapon to kill him.
“Who cares if he’s some heroic figure? I just want to use every means to kill him, no matter how despicable.”
Demon Dragon Ma Wo scoffed: “You wretch.”
“Your master really cares for you deeply.” Ji Ma took out the letter sent by the Eternal Chosen and placed it before Ma Wo’s eyes: “Three demon dragons in exchange for your life. Honestly, I could really use a big lizard that breathes fire in the sky.”
Ma Wo’s eyes fell on the letter, and her sharp gaze softened. All the remnants of tension from earlier faded.
Ji Ma’s hand trembled, and the letter slowly ignited in mid-air. Ma Wo suddenly bit her tongue and spat a bit of blood onto the letter. The letter transformed into a beam of light and flew into the sky.
Ji Ma could feel the demonic winds stirring, and fissures opened far away from the camp, from which emerged demons obeying the Eternal Chosen.
“I knew it.” Ma Wo said: “He will definitely come to save me.”
“Impressive.” Ji Ma sincerely admired: “Your rapport between you two is truly commendable. To be honest, I really didn’t expect it.”
“For someone like you, your thoughts are really easy to guess.”
Indeed, I am a wretch.
Ji Ma did not feel insulted.
This loyal demon dragon surely did not realize that she unknowingly provided me with a method to harm the Eternal Chosen.
It had been too long since I used the power of pain to kill my enemies; I had almost forgotten. Since this villain, the Eternal Chosen, is so “heroically fond of heroes,” then this truth of mine might cause him some pain.
Ji Ma’s gaze swept over Ma Wo’s curvaceous body, and a mischievous thought arose as she reached out to toy with the light-colored scales on her chest.
But most importantly, it was to mold Ma Wo into a spear of pain aimed at the Eternal Chosen.
Noticing her plump lips, Ji Ma kissed her, imprinting lust into her soul—a gift meant to lead others to depravity—the Kiss of Lust, and transferred it to Ma Wo.
“Mmmm…” Ma Wo asked: “What have you done to me?!”
“A gift of lust.” Ji Ma grabbed her chin, turning her face: “It seems my body’s fragrance is starting to take effect.”
“Just a physiological reaction.”
Ma Wo sneered: “I am already in your hands; this physiological response is just a plaything for you, isn’t it? But my heart will never yield.”
“I like you being this wild mare,” Ji Ma said. “If you were like some dumb and naïve knightess from those literary works meant for relief, I would find it quite boring.”
A pleasant female voice came from behind.
Dear Master.
Ji Ma turned around.
Two lustful nymphs held a tray, on which was a bottle of pink potion resting on a velvet cushion.
A super perfume composed of six hundred sixty-six different enchanting fragrances made from lustful milk and sweat has been prepared. The lustful nymphs, blushing and panting, said with melodious voices: “This is the great work of our brothers.”
Lustful nymphs are a type of half-feminine, half-masculine demon.
Ji Ma raised her hand, picked up the perfume, and asked: “What is it for?”
“Even this renowned demon dragon will have its sensory stimulation amplified by it.”
“Our brothers all believe it will be 6666 times; just a gentle education from you, and she will surely be flooded.”
Pour it in, just empty the bottle; my brother and I can’t wait to see how our work performs.
“Is that so?” Ji Ma originally intended to pour a whole bottle but changed her mind, pouring a small capful instead, prying open Ma Wo’s powerless mouth and pouring it in: “Just a bit is fine to avoid overwhelming her.”
The two lustful nymphs hung their heads in disappointment.
Using the potion? The flushed Ma Wo scoffed: “And what about later? Wait until your pathetic army survives tomorrow to talk about that; my master’s army will drown you.”
“Oh.” Ji Ma glanced into the distance; many demons were approaching: Guess why I chose to set up camp in a flat area?
To escape.
It just so happens that my subordinates are all complaining about me, saying I’m an altruist, a monster satisfying others.
Ji Ma said: “Perfect, I need a little slaughter feast; someone prepare the chariot and tie her to the front of it!
I have always wanted to use a beauty as a shield; it’s just a pity that I can’t bear to see a beauty vanish like that. Luckily, I ran into you, so tough and durable.”
