Chapter 48 Chapter 49 Untitled
Finally, Jima promised Litith fifty gold coins, leaving her with a pitiful three gold coins in personal assets.
After the negotiation, Jima slipped back into the dream of Mr. Dongdong, ordering him to report on the income.
Mr. Dongdong reported:
“Great master, your grimoire sales are phenomenal; mere mortals cannot refuse your supreme gift….”
Jima swayed her tail tip but feigned disgust, waving her hand and saying:
“Get to the point, mortal.”
“Yes, the first batch of eight hundred books has sold out completely. After deducting protection fees, taxes, distribution fees, and costs, the net profit is a total of one hundred gold coins.”
Jima’s heart sank—was that all? Five silver coins per book, a total income of four hundred gold coins, but the profit was only one hundred gold coins.
She asked, “After deducting your share, how much is left?”
“You promised to give me a share, so you… you should receive ninety gold coins.”
“Did you raise the price in the end?”
“Master, I understand this; of course, I raised the price.” Mr. Dongdong’s voice gradually weakened as he continued, “The second batch of one thousand books is about to hit the market, and book merchants from other regions are very interested in our books and hope to buy them at wholesale prices.”
“What do you expect the income to be?”
Mr. Dongdong sensed discomfort in Jima’s tone; he was originally kneeling.
He immediately lowered his forehead to the floor, saying:
“My great master, your humble servant—”
“Get to the point!”
“I understand, I understand.” Mr. Dongdong said, trembling, “One hundred gold coins.”
“Only one hundred gold coins?”
“Master, this is just the beginning. As your reputation spreads, your income will rise like the sun. I guarantee it!”
Jima laughed, “Do you take me for a fool? There aren’t many literate people; the user base is small, and the books will be borrowed all over the place. Not to mention there’ll be rough, shoddy pirated versions later.”
“Master, it’s my incompetence. I heard there’s a book pirate already printing your grimoire—uh!”
Before he finished speaking, Jima reached out her hand, an invisible force gripping his throat, lifting him up like a duck.
Mr. Dongdong flailed in the air like a drowning man, making muffled sounds, his face turning red.
Jima rested her chin on her hand, watching his face turn from red to liver color, and finally to a dark bluish hue. In reality, he would have been dead by now, but this was a dream; he could only approach death infinitely.
Mr. Dongdong struggled to make silent gasps. After an unknown time, Jima yawned and finally released him. Mr. Dongdong fell three meters to the ground, crawling and gasping for breath.
He looked up, fearfully staring at the tall, dignified figure behind the gray mist on the throne, chills running down his spine. He had initially held out hope because he had seen the real Jima, a petite girl with an innocent appearance.
But now he realized that was merely a disguise; perhaps she had devoured the soul of a lovely girl and occupied her body.
“Do you know where you went wrong?” A cold, emotionless voice echoed throughout the vast space from the gray mist. “Let me remind you, I know you have a grudge against the book pirate you mentioned, and I also know he is not the biggest book pirate. Are you trying to use me as a weapon?”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Master, I…”
“Don’t waste my time.” Jima said, “I don’t want to see your performance. Let me just tell you this: if you hide anything next time, I’ll toss a gold coin, and if the face is up, your wife dies; if it’s edge up, your parents die. As for the coin standing on its edge, you guess the consequence.”
“Will… will I die?”
“No, you are my servant; I won’t easily kill my servant.”
“Then what will happen?”
“Your entire family dies.”
“I understand! I understand! There won’t be a next time.” Mr. Dongdong swore, “I will do my utmost to bring you the greatest profit.”
Jima yawned again; it was a sign of having spent too long in the dream today, exhausting her magical power. She didn’t expect Mr. Dongdong to bring in much income anyway, after all, his capabilities were limited.
“There’s no need to waste your pathetic talents in this area.” Jima snapped her fingers, and before Mr. Dongdong appeared a “dark elf” with red eyes and white skin, dressed provocatively—none other than Litith.
Jima commanded, “Remember her appearance, give her ninety gold coins upfront as a deposit, and don’t ask anything else.”
Mr. Dongdong widened his eyes, using all his mental effort to imprint Litith’s appearance in his mind.
“Did you remember?”
“I remembered, great master.”
“Good, remember to give her the necessary assistance.”
Having said that, Jima’s figure disappeared into the gray mist.
Mr. Dongdong bowed deeply, only daring to look at the throne after a long while. Although the dark throne was empty, he remained respectful.
The legendary demon king must be like this too. Mr. Dongdong recalled the tall, dignified figure on the throne, shivering again.
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In the morning, in the inner city of White City.
“George~~ Good morning.”
Jima approached George at the gate of the yard like a clingy cat, walking with light steps, tilting her head and smiling at him, “You came to my yard on purpose this morning, didn’t you?”
George didn’t answer but instead looked her up and down.
The black-haired succubus girl today appeared full of vitality. She wore loose short sleeves and shorts, her strong long legs clad in black stockings, and her clean tail swung left and right behind her.
“You’re wearing so little; aren’t you afraid of the cold?”
“I finally waited for spring to arrive. Anyway, I’m a transcendent being; I’m not afraid of the cold.” As she spoke, Jima leaned closer to his shoulder and said, “By the way, are you feeling jealous?”
“I don’t oppose you dressing like that in principle.”
“Then you mind.”
“I have some matters to discuss with you inside.”
Jima licked her lips. Ever since that time with him, she felt a little blocked, so she hadn’t fed on George lately. But as time passed, Jima had discarded her feelings of rejection.
After all, it’s natural to feel hungry and want to eat.
“You shouldn’t wear such heavy armor.” Jima said, “It’s a hassle to take it on and off.”
George walked to the gate of the yard and explained, “It’s just a simple matter.”
Jima inhaled a faint peach blossom scent and said, “Perhaps it will be very warm this morning.”
As she spoke, she reached for the giant sword resting on George’s shoulder.
“Give me the sword; I’ll help you carry it.”
“That’s unnecessary.”
“And, we don’t need to go inside; let’s talk right here at the door.”
“Can I know the reason?”
Jima giggled, “Great brave one, aren’t you feeling regretful?”
“No.” George hurriedly explained, “I just think this feels a bit awkward.”
Jima stole another glance at the few onlookers not far away and said, “You’re already publicly dating the saintess. If others see you and me alone in a room together, and I’m a succubus, it might not create a good impression.”
George’s azure eyes flashed with a hint of guilt. He stopped and said, “It won’t happen again.”
Unfortunately, there would be no next time.
George planted his sword in the ground, took out a silk pouch, and handed it to Jima, saying, “This is your birthday gift.”
“Birthday?”
Haven’t I just hatched from my egg four months ago?
Jima’s swaying tail gradually came to a stop.
Today was indeed her birthday, but it was her birthday as a demon king.
After establishing her harem, every time it was close to her birthday, she would abstain for three days and on her birthday, command the maids to organize a unique birthday party that lasted from morning to night.
The last party’s theme was still lactation… Those maids must remember her birthday very well, and it’s only natural for George to know about the demon king’s birthday.
Jima forced herself to control her facial expression and did not take the silk pouch, saying, “It seems like I’ve only just been born four months ago?”
“Correct.” George nodded, “So, this is your one-third birthday.”
This reasoning was too forced; he must have noticed something, damn. Dead virgin, or rather, tail fetishist, why couldn’t he be a bit more foolish?
“Well, thank you.” Jima took the silk pouch, feeling that it contained a thick long object.
“Tonight, there will be a birthday party.” George noticed that Jima seemed to be in a bad mood and said, “Why do I feel like you’re not in a good mood?”
This must be a test; he still suspected me.
What to do? What to do?
Should I just go back and have a few more encounters with him? People are always willing to believe what they want to believe. He definitely doesn’t want to accept that his partner is a demon king.
“Yes.” Jima nodded, “I was just thinking about when we could have another three-way; the saintess is really awesome.”
George barely maintained his calm demeanor; his face turned slightly red while Jima indulged in the peach blossom fragrance in the air, solving her breakfast dilemma.
“By the way, it’s getting late. I have things to do; goodbye.”
Jima jogged away.
George waved goodbye to Jima, and after her figure disappeared, he let out an imperceptible sigh, “Jima seems unwilling; she doesn’t want to open her heart to me.”
He silently clenched his fists, telling himself that he would definitely elevate their physical relationship to love.
Thirty minutes later.
In a secluded area outside White City.
Hidden behind a few old trees, Jima checked to make sure no one was around. Then she looked at her hands, closed her eyes, and muttered in Chinese:
“It is well known that my country is a nuclear power. I am a Huaxia person; it is reasonable for the country to sponsor a nuclear bomb for such a significant event, right?”
She activated her “lie” ability, and her magical power drained. She felt a strange force coming from the direction of Lean Port—the place where rumors about the “Elf Queen” were most rampant.
The two forces converged in her mind.
She instinctively felt that she needed to use this power to draw a nuclear bomb in her mind. She recalled the shape of nuclear bombs, mushroom clouds, and so on, as seen in movies.
It took her a full ten minutes, and the strength in her mind was completely exhausted.
Would it succeed?
Jima originally didn’t think it would succeed; she was just giving it a try. She opened her eyes and saw a dark conical warhead appear in front of her, complete with the nuclear radiation symbol, exactly as she had imagined in her mind.
It was indeed a nuclear warhead.
