Chapter 50 Chapter 51 The Proud Jima
In the evening, the sanctum.
Inside Jenna’s room.
Saintess Jenna carefully wiped the congealed blood from George’s face with a wet towel, causing George’s swollen panda eyes to wince in pain.
Saintess Jenna thought to herself and gently blew a warm breath, saying:
“Why go through this? It’s much better to use divine magic for healing.”
“Healing minor bruises with divine magic isn’t in accordance with wartime regulations. It forms bad habits,” George replied.
As soon as he finished speaking, Saintess Jenna wiped away the blood from the bruise.
George gritted his teeth in pain, making a hissing sound between clenched jaws.
“All done.” Saintess Jenna threw the bloodied towel into the basin and twisted it vigorously, turning the water a faint shade of red. “You should refuse those men driven mad by jealousy. I already stopped them myself; you could have stayed out of it.”
“I can’t. The more people who challenge me, the more serious the problem becomes. How can I let you deal with it while I hide behind you?” George said. “Luckily, I didn’t lose today.”
Saintess Jenna smiled gently, pleased that George considered her his woman.
“You’ve been fighting from morning till evening. This is quite strange,” she said. “It has caught the bishop’s attention, and they’ve already started investigating. I sense some supernatural influence, but it’s hard to trace the mastermind behind it.”
“If this is a conspiracy, it’s too childish,” George said. “It’s just a matter of detonating the problems that were previously buried.”
Since George brought Jima back to White City, the debates about him had never ceased, though they had cooled down for a while.
“Are we having dinner here tonight? I’ve learned to cook delicious meals under Jima the chef’s guidance.”
George expressed his apologies and stood up. “Thank you for your hospitality, but I have something else to attend to tonight.”
Saintess Jenna smiled and said, “Let’s just report Jima’s birthday party here; I’m all set.”
George was a bit surprised and sat back down. “You found out?”
“Didn’t you say a few days ago that you wanted to celebrate a third of Jima’s birthday? I specifically looked into her birthday.” Saintess Jenna remained composed as the main wife. “She’s a good girl; you don’t have to worry about me.”
George gazed at her oval face, and soft blue eyes spoke, “That’s good then.”
The two looked at each other, the temperature in the air gradually rising as they slowly moved closer, feeling an impulse towards each other’s lips. Just as George raised his arms to kiss her, Jenna closed her eyes slightly.
“Ding ding.”
The sound of a bell rang.
“It’s me, Jima.”
The two of them stopped.
“I’ll go open the door.”
George stood up and walked to the door.
“Sure enough, George, you’re here.” Jima said to herself, bending over as she entered the room, changed into slippers, and ignored George, heading straight for the living room.
Saintess Jenna smiled at her, saying, “Jima, you arrived just in time! We were going to inform you about a birthday party.”
“Great!” Jima took the opportunity to hug Saintess Jenna tightly, snuggling up against her soft chest, instantly feeling much of the day’s fatigue disappear. She sat next to Jenna and casually suggested, “It’s such a hassle to ring the doorbell every time. Can you get me a key too, Sister Jenna?”
“Well…”
At that moment, George closed the door and returned to the living room.
Saintess Jenna worried about losing her composure as the main wife. She clasped her hands on her lap and said, “Sure.”
Jima’s face blossomed with a smile as she glanced at George, sensing a hint of jealousy above his head. The thrill of stealing someone else’s man in front of others was simply irresistible.
She now noticed the wounds on George’s face.
“George?” Jima asked, “Did someone hit you?”
“A group of rude and barbaric men were jealous of him and kept challenging him one after another,” Saintess Jenna waved her hand, an invisible force lifting the basin away proudly. “George doesn’t want to use divine magic to heal all his wounds.”
It really worked? The effect is so significant.
George sat down on the opposite sofa, his blue eyes focused on Jima.
Feeling guilty, Jima could only sense his suspicion towards her, and her confidence quickly deflated. She covered her mouth and pretended to be surprised, saying, “Wow, that’s terrible… I mean, that’s really excessive. By the way, why did so many people want to hit George today?”
“They’re jealous of me,” George replied. “It started when a knight who wanted to court Jenna clashed with me in the morning, then other brothers from different orders and even the knight’s father joined in.”
“Wouldn’t his grandfather come as well?”
“No.”
“Well, that’s somewhat normal.”
“They might go back and complain; it’s possible that his grandfather will come in a few days.”
This is too effective; it’s truly following the path of a typical novel. As long as one isn’t blind, they can clearly see there’s something amiss.
To clear her name, the mastermind behind this dark plot boldly asserted:
“This must be a despicable scheme targeting George. I can smell the scent of dark magic in it, as someone who is also skilled at causing trouble behind the scenes. It would be advantageous for me to investigate the mastermind, so be sure to bring me along if an investigation is conducted.”
Just so I can eliminate the evidence.
“No need,” George declined. “The sanctum has already started its investigation, although there are still no leads.”
“Shouldn’t that make you include me then?”
George looked at the guilty Jima and said, “They have me, suspecting that you’ve manipulated their jealousy.”
“How is that possible?” Jima slapped the table, “I haven’t provoked their jealousy.”
George replied, “Then fine, me getting beaten is minor. Being able to quietly incite so many people’s jealousy would put more people on guard against you because it shows that the sanctum has no defensive capability against what is already known about you.”
Jima sighed in relief and turned to look at the side, where the saintess, white-skinned, charming, dignified, and pure, stood.
The saintess is great; soft and able to NTR.
She leaned against the saintess’s arm and smiled, saying, “Sister Saintess, let’s go cook together.”
George didn’t say anything, his blue eyes watched Jima. This focused gaze put quite a bit pressure on Jima.
Jenna replied, “Sure!”
When the two women stood up, George suddenly said, “Jima, you seem a bit strange today. Are you feeling down?”
“Ahahaha, where’s the weirdness?” That idiot, how did his keen observation suddenly become so sharp?
Jima’s heart sank as she realized. If she were being wronged, she should burst out, accusing those around her of racial discrimination, earning some sympathy points.
She feigned nonchalance, shrugged, and said, “I’m used to it. Whenever something happens, they come to me. After all, I’m a succubus, and I’m not on the good side.”
Saintess Jenna looked at Jima with sympathetic eyes, speaking for her: “George, perhaps your suspicions are justified, but it’s a hurtful thing towards someone close to you.”
George looked slightly apologetic and said, “Yeah, I’ll be more mindful of that.”
Saintess Jenna held Jima’s hand and said, “Let’s hurry to the kitchen and see what ingredients I prepared today; you’ll definitely like them.”
Jima’s face revealed a sweet smile, saying, “Thank you, Sister Jenna.”
As Jenna walked, she added, “Don’t mention it; George is always so unkind.”
Jima wrapped her arm around Jenna’s and secretly glanced at George, who was sitting stiffly in a high-backed chair.
Jima felt exceedingly happy.
What an idiot; a simple moral coercion could easily deceive him.
Thinking of this, Jima leaned closer to Jenna, enjoying the softness of Jenna’s side chest with her arm. Her heart was filled with ambition of NTR.
Recall that silly saintess from earlier, whom she tricked, hitting George just now; her tail couldn’t help but perk up with joy.
In her eyes, George seemed to take on an increasingly submissive look.
What brave warrior? He’s nothing but a toy in my hands.
“Jima? Your tail is standing up so high.”
“I just remembered something happy,” Jima said. “Meeting you, Sister Saintess, really makes me feel blessed.”
Jenna released her hand, tied on an apron, revealing a gentle smile akin to that of a devoted wife: “It’s best if everyone can live in harmony.”
This foolish woman truly thinks she’s the main wife, dutifully contributing to family harmony.
Jima guessed what was on the saintess’s mind and suddenly felt delighted.
“This time it’s your birthday; I’ll take charge of the cooking,” Jenna naturally stood in the kitchen, at the most important position.
“Okay.”
Jima picked up a knife and began preparing the ingredients.
Jenna bent slightly to reach for spices, her arms occasionally brushing past her ample chest.
Jima couldn’t contain her malicious thoughts any longer. She glanced at Jenna’s exposed calves and her tail extended, curling around Jenna’s leg, savoring the smoothness of her stockings.
Jenna turned her head and saw Jima smiling broadly at her, pure and innocent. She assumed Jima was just being playful and said, “Don’t just fool around; we have things to do.”
“Alright.”
Jima placed the chopped beef into the marinade, leaning towards Jenna, her tail persisting and sliding beneath Jenna’s skirt, wrapping around her thigh.
“Jima… stop messing around.”
Jima said, “Marinating the beef takes at least ten minutes, so why not do something fun?”
Jenna raised an eyebrow, her pure and untouchable aura returning. “This isn’t the time to play—”
Ignoring her words, Jima pounced into her embrace, showing a curious expression and saying, “Wow, Sister Jenna, this is so big! Can I touch it?”
Saintess Jenna looked down at her and said, “Jima.”
From Jenna’s experience, as long as she restored the saintess’s authority, anyone would keep their distance.
But rather than the aura of purity, Jima wanted to desecrate something that shouldn’t be desecrated.
She reached out, supported, and squeezed, exclaiming, “Wow, this is so much fun!”
Saintess Jenna jumped in shock, frozen and at a loss for a moment.
How could it just turn into play?
She was about to scold the “naughty” Jima and make her understand something, but before she could say anything, Jima lifted her head from her embrace, her face displaying an evil smile, saying:
“If George knew that such a warm and kind saintess was secretly stingy and unwilling to play with me…”
Jima squeezed hard, making Saintess Jenna blush, unable to think of a retort.
Seeing the saintess Jenna flustered, Jima gleefully felt her tail perking up, whispering, “Is it comfortable, Sister Saintess? Your face is red.”
“Stop… stop saying such things.”
Jima was overwhelmed with delight and wanted to close her eyes in enjoyment. The feeling of being so close to wearing a green hat was as exhilarating as flying a rocket to the sun.
That tail-loving fool must still be sitting in the living room, completely unaware that his fiancée was being toyed with in the kitchen.
Jima thought, glancing towards the kitchen door.
George was standing there, his blue eyes fixed on her. Jima’s straight, stiff tail immediately drooped down helplessly onto the ground.
