Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Double Kill
Jima was so scared that her tail went soft, lying on the bed, her heart racing and her ears turning red from the shock. If her chest pain wasn’t cured, she feared she would have a heart attack right there, clutching her chest and rolling on the floor.
Jenna was no better off, her fox tail dragging on the ground as she stared blankly at George, who had barged in.
The scene was too shocking, and neither side was prepared to accept reality. George looked at the two women, and the two women looked at George, just staring at each other.
“Ah!”
The saintess Jenna’s face turned bright red as she exclaimed, frantically grabbing Jima, who was closest to her, to cover her body. She was so strong that it made Jima find it hard to breathe.
The saintess Jenna shouted, “Get out!”
George snapped back to reality and said, “I’ll keep it a secret.”
With that, he turned and left.
The saintess panicked again, worried that he would misunderstand, quickly grabbed a blanket to cover herself and shouted, “Come back, let me explain!”
George turned back again and saw the usually dignified saintess Jenna now looking flustered, holding the petite Jima, making him feel like he was pushing open the door to a new world.
Jima suddenly came to her senses. What am I afraid of? I am a girl now.
Realizing this, Jima boldly puffed out her chest and pointed at George, “Hey, you should be leaving!”
“Ah?”
“Breaking into a girl’s bedroom without permission.” Jima said, “And you’re not even looking elsewhere; George, I’ve really misjudged you.”
While saying this, Jima wrapped the blanket around saintess Jenna, covering her exposed shoulder.
George stated helplessly, “I just wanted to know what you were doing.”
“What are we doing?”
A proud smile appeared on Jima’s face.
Ah, this brave one really deserves a thousand cuts. Did you not think this king would sneak into the house through the back door?
In front of him, Jima wrapped her arms around saintess Jenna’s waist, leaned closer to her oval face, and whispered, “Sister Jenna, don’t worry.”
Jenna, initially anxious, looked at Jima and showed a grateful expression.
What a naive, foolish woman.
“We are two women.” Jima deliberately emphasized “women”, “of course, researching what clothes to wear that would appeal to men.”
“And that man is?”
That’s right, it is I.
“Get out.” Jima couldn’t help but adopt a high and mighty attitude, crossing her legs and pointing to the bedroom door. “You should think about it on your own.”
Jenna’s face turned red with embarrassment, leaning against Jima’s shoulder, anxiously glancing at George.
The air was thick with a strong scent of peach blossoms, and Jima nearly choked as she took a breath, looking at George’s face, which was now smirking.
It seems you’re a lecherous person as well, enjoying the sight of two beauties so close together. Rounding up, there’s no difference between you and me. Aren’t you supposed to be very clever? Aren’t you a genius? Yet you’re just an ordinary person whose desires have clouded his mind, while I can control those desires.
In Jima’s expectation, George would obediently leave the room while holding onto an unrealistic fantasy of two beauties arriving at his doorstep, completely unaware that his childhood sweetheart was easily deceived by the vengeful Jima.
George said, “But I want to hear what Jenna has to say.”
“What?” Jima panicked a little, saying, “Sister Jenna is shy; do you want her to say those embarrassing things?”
“I just want to know the truth.” George’s blue eyes were fixed on Jenna.
It seems George isn’t completely oblivious; he can feel the changes in Jenna lately.
Jenna stammered, her face turning redder: “Actually, it’s… it’s…”
Damn, can’t you just play the irresponsible fool and enjoy the benefits of girls throwing themselves at you?
It seems the desire wasn’t strong enough to cloud his mind.
Jima got anxious, feeling a surge of determination. This revenge, this king must take.
The tip of her tail pointed at the purple balloon in George’s chest, lightly teasing it, while interrupting Jenna’s words:
“Ah, actually, Jenna wants to be your bride!”
George was slightly taken aback: “Bride?”
Jenna covered her face with her hands, burying her head down: “Jima!”
What a cute, foolish, and pure-hearted beauty. Why didn’t I encounter such a woman before? But heehee, she will eventually be mine.
Jima looked at George, trying her best to appear alluring, showing such an expression towards her enemy, but it didn’t disgust her as she had imagined; it felt quite natural.
Perhaps, after experiencing so much… seven parts of the feeling were for show, and three parts were real.
“Got it, George.” Jima crazily insinuated: “You are an outstanding man who can earn the love of many women, and you also have the capability to embrace the love of several women….”
The succubus tightly hugged Jenna, the embrace feeling more like invasion and plunder. Her sleek black hair fell onto the pure white frame of Jenna.
The smell of peach blossoms thickened in the air.
Sure enough, his preference is for tails and women to stick together. I’ve touched the secrets of victory.
Jima’s eyes locked onto George, and from his micro-expressions and certain male gestures, she could see he was already stirred; his reason was fighting against his desires.
The succubus’s red lips moved slightly, letting out a few words: “But can you give a little time to those who love you? You look a bit scary right now.”
George nodded and turned to leave.
Jima held onto Jenna tightly, a victorious smile on her face.
“It hurts, Jima, be gentler.”
You will enjoy this after you fall.
Jima then called out to George: “Remember to close the door, and please prepare some drinks and food later, thank you.”
George suddenly stopped, asking: “Strange.”
Jima’s heart skipped a beat as her tail once again flicked at George’s purple vortex, the balloon representing lust had thickened to dark purple, as big as a balloon about to burst.
George turned back and asked: “Did you just use your powers on me?”
Jima remained silent, merely peeling back the blanket on Jenna, turning back with a puzzled expression: “Ah, George, you haven’t left yet? We’re about to change clothes.”
George’s breath was heavy: “I’m asking you if you used your powers on me?”
“What does it matter if I did or didn’t?” Jima replied while peeling back the blankets, “Do you want to do something?”
“George, you seem a bit strange.” Jenna finally raised her head from being buried, saying: “I can feel you are being influenced by some extraordinary power.”
After saying this, the childhood friends simultaneously looked at Jima.
“Uh… this, this.” Jima jumped off the bed, “I was just playing around, just playing, ahahaha, I just remembered I have something to do, I haven’t cleaned my house today.”
With that, she quickly ran out of the room, and as she saw the purple balloon on George’s chest, it seemed about to burst.
She had seen balloons burst before, in that city of Shalin, the people whose desire balloons burst would only follow their desires and kill each other.
No, I need to run faster.
As soon as she stepped out, her tail was tugged harshly, and she turned back to find George had grabbed her tail, pointing at the tip of it.
“Liar.”
Oh right, he’s obsessed with tails; I should’ve shrunk my tail sooner.
Jima turned back, a flattering smile on her face: “What can I do for you, brave hero?”
George looked at Jima, his gaze as fiery as that day when the holy sword pierced her chest.
At that moment, an impatient Jenna stepped forward, her fox tail swaying.
“Sister Jenna.” Jima quickly said: “Quickly use your amazing healing ability to heal George.”
But Jenna, filled with a spirit of devotion, hugged George from behind and said: “I’ve had enough; let’s be straightforward, I love you, George.”
The purple-black balloon in George’s chest exploded.
“Don’t do this; I was wrong; I admit I was doing bad things—can you let go of me?”
Jima’s face was one of despair as she ran out.
A large hand grabbed her small horns, pulling her back, and the door slammed shut.
From inside, Jima’s resolute voice echoed; she swore that as long as she could get out, she would definitely become a good person, helping the elderly cross the road every day and giving coins to beggars.
But as she wished, George’s reason succumbed to his emotions.
But it’s okay. Jima discovered that when faced with death, she found she could surprisingly accept it.
