Chapter 119: Chapter 118 Learning Without Tension or Excitement
Jima was very nervous. Her ankle was locked in a heavy black cuff, and she was alone, facing the interrogation from a short, plump woman.
The short, plump woman had a scar on her face. She looked at Jima calmly, making Jima feel as if she could see right through her.
“Do you possess extraordinary abilities?”
Jima couldn’t help but glance at the scar on her face:
“No… Ah, of course I do, I’m a succubus.”
“Are you curious about the scar on my face?” The short, plump woman pointed to her scar with an expressionless face. “Once, I encountered a suspicious guy on the street. I stopped him for questioning, and it turned out he was a spy from Deepwater City, and he had accomplices. The mark on my face is a reminder of that incident.”
Jima tried hard to pretend to be very nervous, shrinking her head and saying, “It must have hurt a lot.”
“What are you trying to hide?” The woman’s tone suddenly became sharp. “An extraordinary ability that poses a great danger to the city, right?”
If it were an ordinary person, they would have been scared. But Jima remained calm; she knew the other party must be even more anxious. Because the major event was set to happen in thirteen days, they needed to train a beautiful flower of Shalin City.
So, Jima pretended to be incoherent, saying, “No, there’s nothing.”
At this time, the short, plump woman’s tone softened:
“Tell me about your extraordinary abilities.”
“Seduction of men.”
“And?”
“I can generate a skewed gravitational field to protect myself.”
“Specifically?”
Jima fell silent.
“Liar people suffer the most,” the short, plump woman said. “I can teach you this lesson through action.”
Jima stayed quiet.
“Bang!” The woman suddenly slapped the table, startling Jima. “Are you going to talk or not?”
Jima felt her wings tremble and said, “Actually, you could try to guess.”
“Ha.” The woman smiled. “Put your hand out.”
Jima hated that phrase the most and did not extend her hand.
Thus, the woman stepped forward, forcibly pinning her hand down, and pricked her finger with a needle, collecting the blood with a test tube.
She said, “It’s okay; blood can be used to determine extraordinary abilities.”
Jima retracted her hand and held her finger in her mouth, saying, “Then you might as well not interrogate me.”
“If you say it yourself, it will make you feel better.”
Jima didn’t believe it, so she secretly marked her with a nightmare seed.
After the plump woman left, a new nightmare came.
She was brought by an old maid to a bedroom. The old maid pulled out a set of keys to unlock the door. An exposed dark elf was sitting at a wide table directly facing the door, holding a knife-like object, trimming her nails.
As Jima focused, she saw the dark elf using the sharp little knife to pick at her nail beds, causing Jima’s own nails to ache. The dark elf winced, revealing her blue-black lips, but then her expression turned to one of satisfaction. She put down the knife, lifted her head, looked at Jima, raised an eyebrow, and smiled:
“Come here, little lamb.”
What’s there to be afraid of? It’s just one woman. In terms of being a pervert, with my rich experience in doujinshi and practical skills, I’m not at all below this elf.
Jima encouraged herself, held her head high, and walked into the room.
“Learn well.”
The usually authoritative old maid said. Jima realized she was standing firmly at the door, not taking a step forward, and she closed the door behind her.
With a bang, the heavy door shut behind her. Suddenly, it fell completely silent outside, and Jima felt as if she were cut off from the world.
The dark elf’s red eyes turned to her: “The door is thick, and the soundproofing is excellent; even if a pig squeals outside, it won’t be heard.”
Jima felt a bit nervous. To lighten the atmosphere, she tried to joke:
“Pigs? Have you experimented with them?”
“I secretly tested a boar here, heh, though he’s small, he’s long, and there’s a lot of it, all flowing out, warm and really pleasant. In the end, I accidentally hurt him, and no one outside knew.” She added, “Hey, don’t be so scared.”
Jima jumped back like a frightened cat, pressing her back against the door, anxiously watching the dark elf, afraid she would suddenly pull a pig towards herself. Meanwhile, she groped behind her, feeling the doorknob, twisting it hard but unable to open the door.
“This door can only be opened with a key; dinner will be sent through a switch on the door, and there’s also an independent bathroom here,” the dark elf said with a smile, holding up a set of keys. “I’ll set you a small goal; if you complete today’s teaching task, I’ll open the door for you.”
Jima put down her hand and looked around the room illuminated by soft pink light. Inside, there was a large pink bed, beside which was a wide rack, resembling a gallows, filled with a large assortment of items that looked like torture tools. There were black leather whips, belts, restraint devices, and so on.
She swallowed hard and said, “You’ve broken the law; I’m going to tell others that you are promoting bad knowledge to me!”
“Whatever, I’m not teaching you to have sex with animals.” Suddenly standing up and walking towards Jima, she said: “Little lamb, be good; the faster you learn, the sooner you can go out.”
“Don’t come over!”
Jima was genuinely scared, her back pressed against the door. Her golden eyes widened as she looked at the approaching perverted elf and the black leather whip at her waist.
“If you don’t want to, you can stand in front of the door for a lifetime.” The dark elf got closer, pinching Jima’s chin with her finger. “And I will entertain myself on the bed, you just watch me, how about that?”
The dark elf was very close to her. Jima could see the patterns on her blue-black eyeshadow and feel the warm breath from her blue-black lips. Her tail couldn’t help but tremble.
Thinking about this pervert’s horrifying sexual proclivities and her own entertainment by lifting her nail beds made Jima fear she would witness some irrational scene firsthand. So, she asked:
“What’s the teaching goal?”
“First, you need to learn to roll around on the bed shyly.”
“Roll around?”
“That is, look terrified, as if every clap is like killing someone,” the dark elf said, surveying Jima from head to toe. “Do you know the ‘role-playing’ theory proposed by the Demon King Kimah?”
Feeling like today was a day of retribution, being taken to be sold as the flower of Shalin City while realizing the theory I had proposed was being realized by myself.
Jima nodded nervously: “I’ve heard of it.”
“Tell me about it.” She smiled again, “If you get it right, I’ll keep my distance; if you get it wrong, I’ll step two centimeters closer.”
Jima stared at the dark elf’s face, which was so close, and said:
“To dress as a role and give the user a different experience. For example, pretending to be a female knight, while the user plays a bandit, capturing the female knight who comes to be punished. The female knight says with determination: ‘Go ahead and kill me,’ but in the end… cough cough, that’s also called a ‘death kill.'”
Just as she finished speaking, Jima felt the hand that was propping up her chin drop. The dark elf took a step back, her eyes sparkling, and said:
“Well done, little lamb, you truly are a succubus. The most important aspect of role-playing is the contrast before and after; from being conservative to becoming promiscuous after the act. From noble to fallen. Proud princesses, pure saints, and female paladins are all classic roles, and the contrast will bring men a sense of unparalleled achievement.”
So cultured, much more impressive than me, someone who only knows how to copy.
Jima realized that this dark elf was not just any pervert; she was a pervert backed by theories.
“So, your persona is that of a pure succubus virgin. I don’t know about purity, but virginity is true; I can tell with a glance you are a fledgling.”
Jima’s face turned red: “Nonsense, I’m a battle-hardened boy… girl. I have that in my ancestral memories.”
The dark elf raised an eyebrow, turned slightly, and pointed at the bed, saying:
“Then let’s practice a bit up there; if you win, I’ll let you be my apprentice, alright?”
Jima softened her tail and said:
“Forget it; I suddenly realized I’m a very pure virgin.” In front of you, I’m just a little kid.
“Back to the topic. Hehe, when men see a pure succubus, their eyes go wide. The more you resist, the more shy you act, the more excited they become, because your identity as a succubus gives them an expectation that you will become very promiscuous in the future. Of course, if you can satisfy their possessiveness with this promiscuity, that would be even better.”
Jima imagined in her mind and felt that if she were in their place, she would be devoured completely.
She nodded:
“I’ve learned something.”
I’ll use this trick against George to fool him completely.
That’s what she thought.
“What a pity, the benevolent master has no magical items that can allow you to dress up as a paladin. A succubus paladin in distress is the role that suits you best.”
Jima was struck with inspiration. Isn’t this the persona I’ve always been playing in front of George? Good, this needs to be developed vigorously.
Jima opened her mouth and said, “Then I don’t need to act anymore? I can just play myself?”
“Hehe, wishful thinking.” The dark elf rejected her. “The truth is far uglier than the rosy fantasies in men’s minds. I’ve seen a pure woman forced into bed, screaming and crying, looking like a madwoman, which directly killed the other party’s enthusiasm.”
“So, I must act in accordance with their fantasies?”
“Very clever. You are the smartest student I’ve ever seen.” The dark elf said, “My name is Litith; you can call me by name from now on, I won’t tell anyone my name unless they’re someone I’m satisfied with.”
“Okay, Teacher.”
“Call me Litith, little lamb.” The elf Litith pointed at the bed and said: “Now, I’m a bad man who spent a lot of money to buy you home. It’s the wedding night, and after being forced by two maids, you’ve just taken a bath. Now, this bad man is going to have his way with you.”
“No! No! Don’t come over here.”
“No, your tone is too high; do you think you’re a madwoman?”
What followed were a bunch of training exercises.
The room echoed with the voice of the elf Litith:
“Your voice sounds too fake; it’s obvious you’re acting. You haven’t entered the role yet.”
“You’re actually smiling!”
“Your expressions and sounds are barely acceptable, but your posture isn’t enticing enough.”
“Yes, yes, like that; spread your legs slightly to expose your panties. No! Too much! Half-covered can attract crime!”
Finally, after one or two hours of dinner, Jima finally got the key and returned to her own room.
After taking a shower, she zombie-walked to the bed and lay down. She felt that too much had happened today.
In the early morning, she was busy getting her hard-earned money, in the morning, she was caught by a big shot, bragged with the benevolent master for half a day, and in the afternoon, she was sent underground to practice acting all night. It felt like today was a day of retribution.
Jima yawned and fell into a deep sleep.
When she woke again, she had arrived in a dream, seeing the dream seed left by the Shadow King Akarnis, and she let out a sigh of relief.
Turning around, she pounced toward the marked nightmare seed of the short, plump woman…
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In the evening, there would be another update at seven. Probably not on time. Hehe, I’ve updated my time tag like “Mystery Lord.”
By the way, I highly recommend the currently number one book on Qidian, “Mystery Lord,” which combines steam punk, Cthulhu elements, and Victorian-era themes. The background details are so rich that it feels like traveling through time.
