Chapter 25: Dressed as a Woman, Setting Off for Revenge
The next day.
“Dressed as a woman?!”
At the dining table, Ji Ma nearly spat out the sausage in her mouth.
Sitting opposite her, her lifelong enemy—George—nodded solemnly. It seemed like a decision that would affect the safety of the world.
“I have enough clothes to wear.”
Ji Ma bit into the sausage hard, chewing slowly.
“You only have two sets of clothes, both old robes,” George said, “You look like a little boy.”
Tsk, the dead virgin has finally revealed his little girl-loving essence; how naive.
“Girls your age should wear pretty skirts they like; it helps build confidence,” George recited, almost like he was reciting from a book.
Ji Ma shook her head.
She still felt somewhat resistant to cross-dressing. She didn’t harbor the delusion that “as long as I refuse to wear women’s clothes, I am still a man.”
However, just the thought of herself possibly wearing hot pants with white stockings that reveal her absolute territory, standing in front of George and being subjected to his scorching gaze, filled her with shame and humiliation.
“There’s no hurry right now,” Ji Ma said. “I’m still young; I haven’t even gotten my period yet. Right now, we should find someone named New Delhi.”
George shook his head and said:
“This morning, someone introduced me to a so-called ‘know-it-all’, who claimed to know everything about Shalin City. I asked him who New Delhi was. It turned out he was full of lies; he clearly didn’t know but kept saying he would take care of it, asking for money the whole time. In Shalin City, with no connections and no channels, there’s no way I can find him in a short time.”
“So?”
“I plan to do some things that a knight of Bartos should do in Shalin City first,” George said. “Since we’re not busy during this time, I can buy you some clothes. If you don’t want that, then forget it.”
“Oh.”
Ji Ma chewed on the sausage, swallowing it down. But the faint hunger in her stomach hadn’t lessened at all since she got up. Ji Ma estimated that with her current “desire” levels, it would barely be enough for her to perform a “group seduction” once.
She cast a slightly dissatisfied glance at George.
It’s no wonder the dead virgin has been unresponsive; truly, he hasn’t been wrong—dressed like a little boy indeed.
“Are you still hungry? Should I order something else?”
“No, I’m very full,” she replied, although it wasn’t that he couldn’t perform.
“Knock, knock, knock.”
The door was gently knocked on.
“Sir, I apologize for the interruption; we have brought the mirror you requested.”
Ji Ma put down her fork and walked toward the door, playing the role of a servant well. Upon opening the door, she found it was George’s borrowed mirror being delivered.
The mirror was placed in the room, covered with a cloth.
Perhaps due to her succubus nature, Ji Ma had a fondness for mirrors. Once the door was shut, she removed her hood, pulled down the cloth from the mirror, and immediately, a cute succubus with transparent golden eyes appeared before her.
At that moment, Ji Ma realized she hadn’t looked in a mirror since her reincarnation. After a few days in the sanctuary, she was hastily sent away with George to Shalin City.
She carefully examined her reflection. Her face was youthful with a bit of baby fat, but her chin was slightly sharp, with two parts of a woman’s maturity blending with innocence, giving her the allure that belied her young age. When she blinked lightly, her golden eyes sparkled beneath her long eyelashes, striking right to the heart.
However, the loose brown-yellow robe ruined eighty percent of her charm. It was like a rag covering a masterpiece, obscuring her body and legs.
No wonder the dead virgin had been unresponsive; he really hadn’t been wrong; she looked like a little boy dressed this way.
Ji Ma couldn’t help but twirl in front of the mirror, feeling even worse. The robe felt like a rag that had been dragged through a sewer.
Speaking of which, the fact that George had reacted before really showed how rich her knowledge reserves were.
Thinking, thinking.
A crazy thought popped into Ji Ma’s mind.
She not only wanted to buy women’s clothes to show to George. She wanted to wear everything: ultra-short skirts, maid outfits, even sexy underwear. The more lewd, the better!
The more desire she could extract from George, the faster her strength would increase, and the sooner she could escape the nightmare of failure.
Fueled by hatred, the flames of revenge burned in Ji Ma’s small chest.
What did it matter about her face? It wouldn’t make her stronger; she didn’t care about her appearance anymore. Ji Ma made up her mind, resolutely turning around and saying:
“George, can I change my mind? I just realized that pretty little skirts are beneficial for my healthy growth.”
George smiled slightly, standing up and saying, “Let’s set off now; someone sincerely recommended a good clothing store to me.”
Haha, every time you act tough, it’s just another cup of dirt on your grave. Dead virgin, just wait and see.
Ji Ma pulled up her hood to cover her little horns and followed George.
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Fifteen minutes later.
The two walked off the main road into a bustling street.
Along the colorful buildings, young women of all skin tones sat by the windows, casting warm and unreserved glances at George.
Ji Ma’s gaze lingered on the long, black stockings of a brown-skinned girl for a second before she turned to look at George with mischief.
“Ahem, I didn’t know clothing stores were in places like this,” George said.
“Actually, if you want, you don’t have to bother,” Ji Ma said softly, “You can have someone come to the room; I wouldn’t mind at all.”
“Ji Ma, that’s not what I meant.”
“Ah? I meant, we can have in-home service.” Ji Ma pretended to blink innocently. “Sir, what were you thinking? Do you mean…”
Just as George was reflecting on himself, Ji Ma couldn’t help but show a teasing smile, and George finally reacted. He flicked Ji Ma’s forehead, saying, “You’re naughty.”
After passing three warmly welcoming special service shops, they finally found the recommended clothing store at a quieter crossroads.
At the store’s entrance stood a finely dressed man with gray hair who was just leaving.
He was followed by two beautiful women, one a young girl, the other a woman, one with brown skin and one with white skin—one curvy and one slender. They wore tight-fitting maid outfits with high slits that exposed their thighs wrapped in long stockings.
The black collars around the women’s necks represented their status as slaves.
The female slaves followed their master toward a glittering carriage, one of the girls looking somewhat forlorn, but when she saw Ji Ma and George, she proudly straightened her chest and held her head high, walking into the carriage like a proud canary entering a cage.
The driver cracked his whip, and two horses pulled the carriage away.
A somewhat older beauty waved a handkerchief at the departing carriage. She wore a black palace dress that wrapped her body in soft, smooth fabric. At first glance, it seemed very proper.
But upon closer inspection, it was not so. Her palace dress had strong “Demon Lord style” elements, clinging to her hips and accentuating her large, rounded bottom, perfectly showcasing her curves, and there was even a shiny zipper at the back, filled with sexual innuendo.
Ji Ma instantly concluded that this store catered to a wide customer base. They certainly worked night shifts for a living, and the workplace was likely in bed. Of course, not necessarily in bed.
This was exactly the style of women’s clothing she wanted. After donning it, desire would surely flow in endlessly…. Ji Ma grasped her sword and strode toward the store’s entrance.
The beautiful woman in black noticed the two and, giving them a quick once-over, her red lips immediately curled into a passionate smile. She waved at George, saying, “Hello, dear customer! We have many dresses suitable for your girl here. I promise you’ll be satisfied.”
Ji Ma was about to reply when George’s cold voice came from behind, “No need, we’re not planning to buy clothes.”
The woman in black hurried a few steps forward and praised:
“Customer, please consider it. Your girl is born beautiful, and you really have an eye for that. It’s just that the clothes here don’t suit her. If she just changes into any of our clothing, I guarantee she’ll easily put those two prostitutes from earlier under her heel.”
“I want it, I want it.” Before Ji Ma could finish her sentence, George grabbed her small hand and pulled her back.
“Master! I want it!”
“Those clothes don’t suit you.”
“Yes, they are very pretty.”
“Ji Ma.” George, feeling helpless, stopped and said, “Those are meant for prostitutes.”
“There’s so much in this store, they must have something suitable for me.” Ji Ma panicked; missing this store would mean no better women’s clothing would come along.
With no choice, George told the approaching woman in black, “I only want regular clothes.”
“Regular style? Oh, you’ve come to the right place. We have noble lady styles, forest princess styles, and silver dragon princess styles, all authentically in the Demon Lord style, ensuring your girl will look stunning in them.”
“Demon Lord style?”
“Customer, you’re from out of town, aren’t you?” the woman in black said with a smile, “Demon Lord Kima, aside from excessively loving women, is also a genius designer. The women’s clothing he designs instantly becomes popular throughout Shalin City, spreading outside through the mouths of bards. Some customers come just to buy a piece of clothing, and they’re all very satisfied.”
“What a disgrace.” George commented.
As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Ma stomped down hard on George’s iron boot, “Ah, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s fine, just don’t fall.”
The woman in black watched the interaction, merely smiling slightly, and led them into the store.
Inside, there were rows of wardrobes displayed, filled with a dazzling array of women’s clothing. In front of Ji Ma, see-through thongs and indecent underwear hung freely in the wardrobes.
It was practically like not wearing anything at all; so vulgar! I’ve never designed anything like this. Ji Ma felt a bit discouraged.
“Let’s go back,” George said.
Ji Ma tilted her head, seeing him avoid eye contact, and his face was slightly red.
George was raised in a conservative culture, so he felt embarrassed. Doesn’t that mean these clothes are very effective on George?
Suddenly, in Ji Ma’s eyes, these palm-sized undergarments transformed from ordinary clothing into battle gear.
Ji Ma said, “No, it’s fine; they’re just worn underneath, and they won’t show.”
The woman in black drew the curtains in front of the wardrobe, hiding the garments, and smiled, saying, “Customer, these clothes are merely to cater to some customers with more direct tastes.”
Afterward, the woman in black extended her hand toward Ji Ma, inviting her, “You can leave your girl to me now; the areas behind are not suitable for you to go.”
“Remember to get something proper,” George emphasized.
“As you wish, customer.”
Ji Ma put down her enormous sword, reaching out to take the woman in black’s hand. As they walked deeper into the store, upon passing a corner, the woman in black whispered:
“Your sister is very favored by the master.”
Ji Ma paused for a moment before realizing, nodding her head.
“Your sister wouldn’t want the master to stop liking you one day, would she?” the woman in black whispered, “Some of these clothes would really suit your sister.”
Ji Ma waved her small hand and said, “Please bring me the clothes that suit me best, regardless of whether they’re proper or not.”
The two women exchanged knowing smiles, each grinning brightly.
