Chapter 130 Chapter 128 Illusion
The words of the brown-skinned woman carried a hint of resentment.
Jima became unhappy.
Out of respect for the profession, she had been diligently practicing a dance that looked almost “mentally challenged,” even though she, a person who had never been exposed to dance, mastered it in three hours. Yet she still listened to the brown-skinned woman, practicing the dance for days.
In the end, she felt that practicing the “butt dance” was nothing but a waste of time and didn’t help her dance skills at all.
Now it seemed that the brown-skinned woman had other reasons for not teaching her more advanced dance techniques.
Jima let go of her respect for the “professionals,” narrowing her eyes slightly as she stared at the brown-skinned woman’s chest.
“What? Am I wrong? I’m doing this for your own good. You’re young and don’t understand. Kids like you, with a bit of talent and going through a rebellious phase, learn a few things and think they’re amazing, looking down on ugly teachers, clamoring to learn advanced dance…”
In the brown-skinned woman’s chest, the pink cyclone representing jealousy was particularly striking.
Jima said, “I didn’t.”
The brown-skinned woman waved her hands:
“Don’t think I don’t understand. I know exactly what kids your age are thinking in their hearts; you just don’t dare to say it, afraid of getting scolded.”
Jima chuckled in anger, “What I mean is, I’m not going through a rebellious phase, but you got a point.”
“What?”
Jima scrutinized the brown-skinned woman’s perfectly shaped curves and remarked:
“You’re ugly, but your figure is great, especially your chest; if I’m not mistaken, it must be due to the great benefactor’s extraordinary ability.”
The brown-skinned woman glared at her:
“You’re so young yet so vicious. You’ll be unbearable when you grow up. I know you’re not convinced. Your butt dance is only suitable for taverns; if it weren’t for your alluring looks, how would you ever be the flower of Shalin City? If you don’t believe me, dance for me right now, and I’ll point out all your flaws.”
Of course, Jima wouldn’t dance on the spot. The authority to judge was in the brown-skinned woman’s hands; no matter how well she danced, she would be picked apart for various faults.
Jima wasn’t a good person. She suppressed her urge to tear the brown-skinned woman in half and resisted the thought of using her extraordinary ability to kill her outright. The brown-skinned woman still had great value for her; she couldn’t let her anger get the better of her.
Jima tilted her head, revealing an amused expression:
“What you say sounds like being the flower of Shalin City is somehow akin to a throne; it’s just a title of a high-class prostitute. I’d be crying if that were the case.”
The brown-skinned woman’s chest rose and fell, forcing a smile as she said:
“Do you think I would fall for your childish provocation?”
“Wow, you really think being the flower of Shalin City is something to be proud of. Oh… I remember, the old maid said you once wanted to be the flower of Shalin City; such ambition.”
The brown-skinned woman crossed her arms, her face cold as ice, saying, “You keep talking; I’ll go find the head maid later and tell her about this little genius who I can’t teach.”
But her tightly clenched fists and flaring nostrils betrayed her true feelings.
Jima’s tail pointed at her chest, where a furious cyclone resided, and she remarked:
“Look at how angry you are. The woman who won against you back in the day must have been far prettier; you must be really unconvinced, right?”
“You!”
The brown-skinned woman’s expression changed, her anger flaring as she struck hard at Jima’s face. Jima didn’t dodge, and an invisible force pushed the brown-skinned woman’s hand away, barely missing her nose, with Jima only feeling a gust of wind brush across her cheek.
The brown-skinned woman, realizing she had missed, struck back again, but again it went awry. In her frustration, she reached for Jima’s face, but her hand slipped, causing her to stagger past Jima.
It was at that moment she realized something was off. Turning back, astonishment and anger filled her gaze as she noticed Jima’s horned tail. In that instant, the brown-skinned woman remembered Jima was a succubus.
Jima wore a wicked smile and said:
“It’s quite normal for a succubus to have a bit of extraordinary power.”
As she spoke, her originally sweet voice turned hoarse. The shadow behind her gradually enlarged, in the blink of an eye covering an entire wall. Simultaneously, Jima’s horns grew long and large, her wings became imposing, and she herself grew taller.
The whole room plunged into darkness, and several shadows appeared on the wall, waving their hands and emitting cries, as if they were souls suffering from the fires of hell.
The brown-skinned woman’s eyes went wide, and she couldn’t emit a sound. She realized her whole body had become immobile, her once agile form now stiff, like a bug caught in spider silk.
Jima slowly walked toward the brown-skinned woman, her horns now so high they brushed the ceiling:
“It’s normal for demons to eat people.”
After saying this, Jima grinned, revealing long, sharp teeth, with blood dripping down from her fangs.
At that moment, the brown-skinned woman regained her ability to move, retreating shakily as she stuttered:
“Don’t, please don’t, I, I…”
Jima chuckled, extending her long, blood-red tongue to lick between her sharp teeth.
The brown-skinned woman let out a scream, immediately turning to flee, taking out her keys to open the door, yelling, “Help! The demon wants—”
She suddenly froze, swallowing the rest of her words.
Behind the door was not the familiar corridor but the original room, with the terrifyingly strange demon Jima in front of her. Jima held a trident in her hand, with a few pieces of charred flesh hanging from it. Grinning, she added:
“Wants to eat you.”
“Ahhh!!!”
The brown-skinned woman turned around again, opening the door, only to find Jima still behind it. Her legs trembled in fear, causing her to fall to the ground. The horrifying demon Jima slowly approached, relishing the terror on her face just before death, muttering:
“It’s been a long time since I’ve had fresh roasted hearts and kidneys.”
The brown-skinned woman nearly cried:
“Don’t come closer! I was wrong! I shouldn’t have been jealous of you; spare my life, I’ll do anything you want!”
“Are you sure?”
“Sure! I’ll do anything, I won’t betray you! Please!”
The demon Jima said nothing and thrust her burning trident toward the brown-skinned woman.
She closed her eyes in fear, raising her hands to shield her face, only to feel her palms punctured as the trident pierced through her face and into her skull.
Darkness engulfed her.
Moments later, familiar music echoed in her ears.
The brown-skinned woman opened her eyes wide, taking a deep breath. Before her was the familiar room and the slender, delicate figure of succubus Jima.
She stood in front of the cabinet containing the music stone, her little hands resting on the stone, which was playing the accompaniment of the dance the brown-skinned woman had performed earlier.
The brown-skinned woman quickly touched her face, checking her hands for any wounds. There were none. Around her was no tall demon Jima, no burning trident, and no terrifying shadows on the wall.
The brown-skinned woman cautiously asked, “What did you just do?”
Jima turned around with a puzzled expression and said:
“Teacher, didn’t you just say I mastered the ‘butt dance’ and wanted to teach me your exclusive signature dance? You even said I should change the music myself.”
The brown-skinned woman displayed a confused expression, staring at the seemingly harmless Jima, whose lips wore an almost imperceptible smirk. She shivered, saying:
“Right, right.”
“Is something wrong with you today, Teacher? Are you feeling unwell?”
The brown-skinned woman hurriedly replied:
“I’m in good health; I just zoned out for a moment.”
“Oh.”
“I’ll teach you right now; this is the dance I painstakingly created, with music that I paid a fortune for a mysterious musician to compose. I’ll start by teaching you some basic moves; it’s very simple, just like this, yes, follow this rhythm.”
The brown-skinned woman meticulously taught her step by step, expressing great reverence for Jima, her attitude vastly improved compared to the previous days. She eagerly answered all Jima’s questions and even corrected her minor mistakes by hand.
Jima absorbed the knowledge greedily like a sponge.
After an afternoon of learning, she exceeded her learning goals early. She expressed her desire to learn more, feeling unsatisfied.
The brown-skinned woman completely transformed into a diligent teacher, stating that it was the first time she had encountered a student with such legendary talent; teaching Jima was immensely rewarding, and meeting her felt like a blessing.
If Jima hadn’t noticed the weariness at the corners of the brown-skinned woman’s eyes, she might have almost believed it.
Later that night, Jima yawned as she left the brown-skinned woman’s room, not looking back as she said:
“Thank you for your care, Teacher.”
The brown-skinned woman leaned against the doorframe, suppressing her urge to yawn and smiling ingratiatingly, saying:
“Take care.”
After closing the door, she let out a long sigh of relief.
Suddenly, a thought of reporting Jima crossed the brown-skinned woman’s mind; perhaps the great benefactor could protect her. After contemplating, she managed to suppress this thought.
She had no evidence, and the upper-ups certainly would not take it seriously, unless she were dead. She believed that if the report reached Jima’s ears, she would undoubtedly be killed; no, it would be a fate more painful than death.
Half an hour later.
Jima was wiping her wet hair, which reached her waist, with a white towel.
She muttered to herself, “Long hair is such a hassle; I want to cut it short.”
At that moment, a wave of hunger hit her.
Something a hundred times more troublesome than long hair was coming. Just now, she had used her “illusion” ability to forcibly pull the brown-skinned woman into a pre-woven dream, and to be safe, she had used reverse stimulation to extinguish the negative desires in the brown-skinned woman’s heart.
The effect was excellent, but she was already hungry beforehand; after using so much lust, she was even hungrier.
Driven by hunger, she now felt no shame in creating lewd dreams in the minds of dead virgin men to feast.
After finally drying her black hair, Jima hurriedly crawled onto her bed, tucked herself under the covers, and closed her eyes. Her brain, like tightly strained muscles, relaxed all at once, and as her body felt light, she opened her eyes and found herself in the dream.
She soared high in the sky, searching for the previously marked dream seed of George. A particularly special dream seed caught her attention; it was the farthest from Jima, located to the north, seemingly across the strait.
Jima gazed far away at a small wisp of black smoke.
Did he leave directly? Then why was he still holding onto the slave contract…
For some reason, she felt a bit sad.
She shook her head, laughing, “Why should I be sad?”
With that, she reached out and grasped that wisp of black smoke, instantly soaring toward it at incredible speed.
