Chapter 38 Chapter 39 The Strange Saintess
A few days later, in the dance studio.
Ji Ma was sweating profusely; she lightly leaped into the air, her long legs performing a split, her flexible waist bending back, with her rear leg lifting up and splitting into her waterfall-like black hair. Her snow-white gauze skirt floated, resembling a swan spreading its wings and taking flight.
She landed steadily on the ground, her black hair falling in disarray due to inertia, sticking to her damp face, adding a touch of enchantment.
The movement she just performed was called “Reverse Kick of the Purple Golden Crown”; doing this action alone was quite easy for Ji Ma. However, performing it seamlessly within the dance was challenging. Ji Ma practiced for an entire morning and finally felt satisfied for a moment.
What pleased her even more was that as she mastered the dance more deeply, Ji Ma felt that every movement she made carried an indescribable, extraordinary influence. Although she didn’t know what it was yet, it was ultimately a good thing.
The studio was quiet.
Ji Ma found it strange that Master Ke was also present.
This person, who loved to boast about his talents in his youth, had become humble after learning about Ji Ma’s identity. No matter if Ji Ma performed well or poorly, he would always give her a compliment.
Ji Ma looked at Master Ke and saw her face flushed and her gaze peculiar.
As if waking from a dream, she awkwardly turned her head to the side and said, “I’m sorry… I didn’t see anything. You are truly the best dancer I’ve ever seen.”
Ji Ma activated her “Desireful Eyes” and saw that the purple energy mass symbolizing lust in Master Ke’s chest nearly occupied her entire torso.
Ji Ma quickly stepped back warily. Although she had an interest in women, she was only interested in those who were to her taste.
What is going on? Did my dance add a bewitching effect?
Ji Ma asked, “Honestly, were you just watching me dance the whole time?”
“Of course.”
Ji Ma smiled mischievously and asked, “Did you get turned on?”
Master Ke immediately became furious, her smile disappearing in an instant as she replied, “Don’t bully me too much.”
It shouldn’t be enchantment; at its core, enchantment makes people develop a fondness for me.
Ji Ma cast a pleading glance at her personal system panel, which only she could see, and the message in the information column was from a few days ago.
“DM: Congratulations! You’ve made another small step in mastering ‘Deceiver.'” — This was good information obtained from deceiving George; the utilitarian value of those girls was now minimal.
I should continue to find that feeling.
While bending down to grab her water pouch and remove the cork, Ji Ma was drenched in sweat; the perspiration had soaked her stockings, making them damp and sticky against her legs. There was a fire burning within her, and Ji Ma was now used to her body’s constant near-arousal.
“DM: Congratulations! You have mastered a brand new skill. You can use your dance to make all spectators feel desire.”
Ji Ma opened her mouth, the icy water quenching her dry throat.
This skill is pretty good; it compensates for my shortcomings. I can’t wear bikini armor, exposing a lot of flesh for everyone to see, to increase their desire and enhance my defenses and skills.
Ji Ma set down her water pouch, and after intense activity, she began to think of some lascivious things. She recalled the majestic peaks of the saintess, the fair legs of the former maid, and the beautiful bodies of young girls.
Suddenly, a shameful image popped into her mind.
If George were to hug her tightly from behind right now, very tightly…
Her body began to feel excited.
Ji Ma’s face flushed, and she bit her lip, desperately trying to erase such thoughts.
It felt as if the heat in her body made her usual moral constraints disappear.
I should go find the saintess and take advantage of her; our relationship has been good recently, and it’s time to make a move.
Ji Ma thought to herself as she secured her water pouch and placed it in her backpack.
“I’m done practicing for today. Goodbye, teacher.”
Ji Ma waved farewell and walked towards the bathhouse, ready to wash up properly before heading to the clothing store.
The custom-made outfit for Saintess Jenna should be ready soon; it’s an important item.
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Noon, in the chapel.
George was dripping with sweat, a bruise on his cheek, and holding a helmet as he walked out of the arena.
Saintess Jenna asked, “George, do you need my help to treat that?”
George looked at Jenna as she passed by. It seemed that three times this week he had coincidentally run into her at the entrance; what a coincidence.
George nodded in acknowledgment, saying, “Sister Jenna, there’s no need to waste precious healing on a little bruise.”
After saying that, he walked towards his courtyard, and Jenna naturally walked alongside him.
On the way back, they had a long stretch of road that was along the same path.
Jenna was wearing a fitted silver robe today, which accentuated her full curves, particularly her attractive bust line. The slight dip in her neckline revealed glimpses of her collarbone.
George’s gaze moved away from her chest, oddly feeling no guilt.
Jenna naturally moved a little closer to him, only a fist’s distance from his arm. This time, George didn’t instinctively create distance.
Jenna silently thanked Ji Ma for her genuine guidance; her clothing taste was indeed good.
This made her determined to confess to George today.
Jenna mentally recited the plan she had prepared that morning—pretend to coincidentally meet and invite George to dinner, creating a world for just the two of them, and confess directly.
So, the urgent task now was to steer the conversation towards the invitation.
Jenna asked, “How did you get hurt today?”
“Five brothers publicly challenged me, especially regarding Ji Ma,” George said. “Even though they admitted their motives were tinged with jealousy, they felt it was unfair. Yesterday, I argued with them, and neither side persuaded the other, so we agreed to meet in the arena.”
Saintess Jenna replied, “I didn’t know such a thing was happening.”
“Jenna, these trivial matters aren’t glorious, so it’s normal that people didn’t tell you.”
Jenna’s green eyes sparkled with an unknown light as she asked, “What did you just call me?”
“Ah, sorry, Saintess.”
“No need for that. I just feel like you haven’t called my name in a long time,” Jenna said. “When we were younger, you called me Saintess all the time. We are clearly good friends, aren’t we?”
George thought for a moment and said firmly, “I remember I sometimes called you Saintess, and sometimes by your name.”
“Ah, I must have remembered wrong.”
George confirmed, “Yes, you remembered wrong.”
The two fell silent again, and Saintess Jenna sighed inwardly, asking, “What about after the arena?”
George replied, “After some negotiation, it was one against five, and I prohibited the use of most supernatural abilities and weapons to be unsheathed. They were all good brothers who had experienced battles and undergone strict training—the strongest being gold rank, while the others were all silver.”
“That’s very unfair. Without supernatural abilities, a strong person would find it very difficult to fight against many.”
George said, “I requested it. I wanted to express my determination. I don’t expect others to understand; it’s better if they can just keep quiet. To achieve victory, I planned all night at home, but didn’t get to use any of it.”
“Why not?”
“They were weaker than I had planned.” George said, “They attacked me all at once, planning to target my joints and remove my helmet, then directly attack my unprotected head. They executed their plan well, as if they were one unit, but after they removed my helmet, only one enemy remained standing in the arena.”
Saintess Jenna remarked, “George is still so strong.”
“Fighting for a belief ensures at least a normal standard.”
Saintess Jenna was already accustomed to George’s seemingly self-praising words. Ever since he was little, he’d felt he could do things others couldn’t. When he first came to the chapel a year ago, he asked around how to become a prepared hero.
His mentors patiently taught him not to be arrogant about small achievements, not to aim too high. Who among those who could become a prepared hero hadn’t gone through countless battles and had great strength and talent?
Half a year later, George became the youngest prepared hero in history and began rigorous training at the chapel.
“But, George, don’t be too arrogant and underestimate your enemies.”
“I won’t,” George said. “I’ve realized I have a habit of overestimating my opponents.”
Saintess Jenna felt the conversation was faltering. They turned a corner, and a fork in the road appeared not far ahead. At this fork, they would part ways.
She then, without caring about her pride, said, “George, what color of clothing will you wear tonight? I want to match my outfit.”
After saying this, she blushed and could not help but use her abilities to let her skin glow brightly, overshadowing her redness.
“Hmm?” George looked at her and said, “I don’t know; probably a brown shirt.”
“Then I’ll stick with this outfit.”
“By the way, there’s something I’d like to ask you.”
“Go ahead, I’ll definitely answer.”
“What do you think girls around Ji Ma’s age would like as a gift?” George asked. “I’ve realized I know too little about Ji Ma, and our relationship hasn’t progressed for a long time; if this continues, she will never主动tell me that dark secret.”
George continued, “Actually, I want to prepare a gift for her, as a birthday present.”
“Is it her birthday?”
“She’s already four months old; she should celebrate a third-month birthday,” George said. “I know this doesn’t make sense since ordinary people celebrate once a year. However, Ji Ma has grown so much in just four months; it would be too late to wait a whole year for a birthday.”
Jenna felt somewhat uncomfortable and said, “Any ordinary girl would surely like dolls. Coincidentally, I know a craftsman in town whose dolls are very popular.”
“Mm, thank you.” George said, “But I don’t think Ji Ma is the type of girl who would like dolls.”
“What do you think she is like?”
“I have a good impression of her,” George said. “Sometimes she feels as reliable as a comrade, with quick thinking and a rational mind. It’s hard to admit, but sometimes she also attracts me. Uh, Jenna, why aren’t you saying anything? This is a bit scary.”
“Wh…what are you afraid of?”
“I’m afraid you’ll accuse me of being enchanted by a succubus and falling into depravity.” George said, “I’ve thought about it for a long time and am sure my feelings are genuine.”
