Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Hard Handling
“What are you looking at? Don’t you remember how you secretly kicked Fatty a few days ago? You made her fall and bleed from her nose.”
“Don’t think the teacher will come to save you. If you don’t apologize and make Fatty accept it, we’ll teach you a lesson.”
But Ji Ma was not as frightened as they imagined, nor did she cry; instead, she stood there motionless.
“What are you daydreaming about? Don’t think we’re afraid to teach you a lesson.”
Ji Ma snapped back to reality and said, “Sorry, I was just thinking about how to handle you better. I’m just an ordinary person, my brain works slowly.”
“What?”
“I was considering a soft approach.”
The so-called soft approach involves using charm to directly gain the other party’s affection, creating a yuri scenario, and later making them regret it and become submissive.
“The benefit is that it won’t cause trouble and is suitable for my identity. But thinking like this, I feel it’s not worth it. Why should I take gentle measures because someone provoked me?”
One girl could not hold back, stepped forward, and slapped Ji Ma hard across the face, cursing, “You bitch, you—”
Ji Ma clenched her fists, struck her wrist with one punch, stepped forward, twisted her waist, kicked her, and kneed her in the stomach. She curled up like a shrimp, took a step back, and fell to the ground, speechless.
The entire process lasted less than a second.
The girls had never seen such a scene and were momentarily stunned.
“So I plan to go hard,” Ji Ma said as she took off her backpack, “No one here is getting away today.”
Ji Ma was not tall, and the red-haired girl was half a head taller than her. She had a slender figure and a crisp, pleasant voice, but no intimidation factor.
The red-haired girl shouted, “Hit her!”
The girls screamed as they reached towards Ji Ma from all directions.
But Ji Ma was much more agile than they imagined, and under the enhancement of “extraordinary charm,” all their attacks were deflected.
Ji Ma crouched down, pushed off the ground with her foot, and with the strength of her whole body, landed a punch on one girl’s chin. All they heard was a loud clash of teeth, and the girl fell to the ground, the surrounding circle opening a gap.
Ji Ma dashed out of the circle and ran around the small dance studio. The girls screamed and charged at her, but the circle had already shattered in motion; they were a disorganized crowd and could not coordinate an attack while Ji Ma was moving.
Ji Ma seized the opportunity, kicking or punching, each strike effortlessly taking down one girl. Although her body was small and weak, years of combat experience and exceptional agility enabled her to easily exert her full strength.
In less than a minute, four girls were lying on the ground.
The remaining girls stopped in their tracks, losing their fighting spirit, cowering in fear.
Ji Ma charged at one girl, who waved her hands and shouted, “I’m not fighting anymore, I’m not fighting!”
Ji Ma punched her in the chin, causing her to stumble back and faint.
“If I had said not to fight earlier, would you have let me go?”
The red-haired girl, being the leader of the group, remained rational and shouted, “Run! Go call for help!”
With a newfound rallying point, the remaining girls surged towards the door, and the last girl was kicked down while she screamed. A girl who just reached for the doorknob got her face smashed by a reddened fist.
Ji Ma stood at the door, blocking the only escape route.
The remaining girls looked at Ji Ma in fear. They couldn’t believe that Ji Ma, who appeared cute and beautiful, could be so ruthless when she fought.
Ji Ma rubbed her reddened fist and walked towards the remaining six girls.
The red-haired girl shouted, “You… if you hit us, I’ll go call the guards.”
“That’s fine, but before that, each of you will enjoy being knocked out by me. I really dislike hearing cries and screams.”
Just as she finished speaking, one girl lying on the ground started crying loudly. Ji Ma kicked her in the head, saying, “Just like that.”
The crying abruptly stopped.
The girls screamed in fright, and Ji Ma rushed over, yelling, “Watch your tongue!”
One punch to the jaw knocked out the screamer. Under the despairing gaze of the red-haired girl, one by one, her companions fell, leaving only her and Fatty.
Ji Ma approached the two of them.
Fatty’s plump face was flushed, tears streaming from her eyes as she cried, “Wuwuwu.”
But the red-haired girl remained defiant, her calves shaking, yet she still threatened Ji Ma, saying, “You can hit me all you want.”
“I just want to ask, were you the ones who put out the stickers?” Ji Ma said, “And yesterday, I found signs that my lock had been tampered with. Do you confess?”
“I don’t!” the red-haired girl retorted, “People like you, a lewd bitch, have plenty of people out there to criticize you!”
Ji Ma rushed forward, grabbed her red hair, pushed her down, and kneed her in the stomach, causing her to clutch her belly in pain, speechless.
“In the future, if I hear the word ‘bitch’ again, no matter who says it, I’ll kick you once,” Ji Ma warned. “If you don’t admit it, you’ll get kicked at least once every day. So today, you’ll get kicked at least three times, though the number isn’t fixed, it also depends on my mood.”
Saying this, she stepped back and delivered a roundhouse kick to the red-haired girl’s waist, knocking her to the ground. Tears streamed down the red-haired girl’s face from the pain, and she made muffled cries.
“Don’t hit her anymore!” Fatty cried, raising her hands to block Ji Ma, “It’s a misunderstanding, I fell on my own, it has nothing to do with you.”
“Fat… Fat…”
“I know I was wrong, I’m sorry!”
Ji Ma said, “I won’t accept your apology. Fatty, once you’ve been beaten enough, you can cry and say you admitted it late. By the way, I’ll hit you right after I finish with her.”
“Why? I never laid a hand on you.”
“Tsk, people like you probably want to be cared for, so you always play the victim,” Ji Ma said. “Your existence provides that bunch of girls with a ‘justified excuse,’ while my grievances are of no concern to you.”
Fatty blushed with anger and reached for Ji Ma.
Ji Ma turned, kicked her in the stomach, sinking into her plump belly. Fatty staggered back a step, and Ji Ma followed up with a hard hit to her nose, making her see stars and fall to the ground.
The red-haired girl twisted on the ground, unable to stand up. Ji Ma pulled her hair, lifted her up, and kneed her in the stomach. “Second hit, third hit!”
Having said that, she let go.
The red-haired girl clutched her belly, stumbling about, her face soaked with tears.
At that moment, a weak voice came from somewhere, “Bitch….”
“Congratulations, you’re about to get kicked again.” Ji Ma raised her foot and kicked the red-haired girl down, “Someone called me a bitch.”
Thirteen girls lay around Ji Ma; some were still conscious, lowly crying while clutching their stomachs.
Ji Ma placed her hands on her hips and exhaled comfortably, feeling a rush akin to her days as a demon lord. The method was far from charming, but very hard and demonic.
Just then, the door swung open.
Ji Ma turned her head and saw Master Ke with a look of astonishment on his face. Seeing the scene before him, he gasped.
Hearing Master Ke’s scream, Ji Ma sighed, “What a hassle. I should’ve beaten them all up on my first day.” There was a reason for the traditions of the demon race.
The demon race has a custom that when arriving in a strange place, one must beat up the other people they are interacting with to establish their authority.
Now it had become quite a commotion.
Master Ke had never witnessed such a scene, a single female student knocking down thirteen others; even the red-haired girl had vomited her breakfast.
In the midst of the panic, Master Ke didn’t diminish the severity of the matter but called for the guards.
Eventually, it developed into a mediation, and guardians had to come to the scene.
Ji Ma personally went to find her nominal guardian—George. She found him training with three swordsmen.
George, wielding a wooden training sword and dressed in newly forged armor from the sanctuary, walked down.
Ji Ma said, “I punched down thirteen of my classmates; someone’s spleen must’ve been shattered.”
“What?” George asked, “Are you hurt?”
“They’re all ordinary people; they can’t hurt me.”
“Ji Ma, as an extraordinary being, don’t you have gentler methods to resolve this?”
“Yes.”
“Did they provoke you first?”
“Yes. I was very angry, so I used a direct method to beat them all for revenge.”
“I hope you can be more restrained. You clearly have better methods. You could have escaped and sought legal help instead of resorting to violence,” George said. “I won’t take your side.”
Ji Ma’s eyes suddenly turned red, and her golden pupils glistened with moisture.
George was somewhat at a loss: “Ji Ma?”
Ji Ma remained silent as she handed a rolled-up notice to George.
George unrolled it and discovered it was a drawing of Ji Ma’s profile, and the text on it made him frown.
Ji Ma’s voice was a bit choked as she said, “I… am still… a… virgin. I’ve always known they were jealous of me, but… but…”
George embraced Ji Ma, her forehead resting against his hard chest plate, causing her forehead to throb slightly.
George said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know their methods were so despicable.”
Ji Ma let out a choked sound, but the corners of her mouth couldn’t help but curl upward.
Ever since she became a succubus, her acting skills had truly become better; tears came easily.
After that.
The thirteen parents who received the notice arrived at the scene in a huff, looking to see who knocked out their precious darlings.
As a result, they saw George, clad in silver armor and standing tall. His reputation in White City was like thunder, and the parents were all instantly intimidated.
George slightly bowed to them and said, “I am Ji Ma’s guardian. I apologize; Ji Ma, under attack by your daughters, used excessive defensive measures resulting in injuries to four girls’ internal organs.”
“However, I have already healed their internal injuries.”
“Now, under my inquiry, your daughters admit to smearing and slandering Ji Ma.”
George held the notice paper in his hand. The girls nearby lowered their heads in fear and shame. Under George’s direct questioning, they were truly frightened.
“According to regulations, you must take steps to restore Ji Ma’s reputation.”
“Damn it,” one parent scolded their daughter, “How could you stir up trouble? What are you waiting for? Hurry up and apologize.”
“No need; they collectively apologized.”
In the end, the girls were taken away by their parents, whose faces were dark with anger, reprimanding them along the way.
As for Master Ke, she looked at Ji Ma with a forced smile, her expression filled with vigilance, stuttering.
Ji Ma knew that once her identity was exposed, no one would attend class with her anymore, and Master Ke’s side hustle wouldn’t work out.
So, she decisively grabbed George’s hand and brought up the issue.
George’s face showed guilt, as if the discrimination in White City was partly his responsibility.
He discussed with Master Ke, giving her some gold coins to privately tutor Ji Ma in dance.
With that, the matter was resolved.
Ji Ma could finally practice dance without interruption.
