Chapter 67 Chapter 68 Ji Ma’s Mischief (Part 2)
Jenna opened her eyes, lowered her head, and took two full seconds to realize that a pair of restless little hands was in her embrace.
Ji Ma felt both scared and excited, experiencing a thrilling sensation akin to dancing on a knife’s edge. She didn’t withdraw because Jenna was awake; instead, she leaned in closer to Jenna’s ear, blowing lightly on the hair beside it and whispering, “You’re so good, so good.”
“Ji Ma?” Jenna extended her hand to the small hands in her bosom while turning her head, catching sight of a pair of faintly glowing golden eyes in the darkness. “Stop fooling around.”
“Just playing,” Ji Ma deftly dodged Jenna’s grasp, pulling up with both hands. “So heavy! No wonder you don’t exercise usually, Sister Jenna.”
“Get some good sleep, don’t stay up late.” Jenna gently pushed Ji Ma away, sat up, and adjusted her disheveled wrap. “It won’t be good to have dark circles.”
Ji Ma felt unexpectedly a bit disappointed; she thought it would have been better if Jenna had screamed out in fear.
However, she quickly realized this was her opportunity. She could gradually escalate her level of infringement, testing the boundaries.
With a persistent attitude, Ji Ma hugged Jenna from behind, her hands grabbing on, rubbing as she said, “Ah, what’s wrong with staying up just a little longer?”
“Ji Ma, let go, I want to sleep now.”
“I won’t.” Ji Ma held onto her back, pressing her warm body against Jenna’s, one hand reaching for Jenna’s waist.
It was indeed soft, smooth to the touch.
Jenna felt a tickling sensation and twisted her waist to get away. Ji Ma held her tightly; the ticklishness made Jenna struggle. She suppressed her laughter and spoke in a serious tone filled with authority: “Ji Ma, go to sleep!”
“If you let me bury my face in your chest, I’ll go right under the covers.”
Ji Ma said this with a smile, complemented by her innocent appearance and tone. The overstepping request didn’t sound lewd at all.
Jenna said, “Ji Ma, be obedient!”
For some reason, a surge of anger welled up in Ji Ma, and she reached in with both hands, immediately grabbing hold. Jenna in her arms shuddered and shouted, “Ah!”
That sound was loud, easily penetrating the wooden walls of the room.
Startled, Ji Ma immediately released her grip, and a more terrifying sound came from behind the door.
It was George’s voice asking, “What happened?”
Fortunately, this time he was much more polite and didn’t kick the door down.
Ji Ma whispered into Jenna’s flushed ear, “Do you want George to know that you seem to care about me on the surface but actually can’t stand me?”
Jenna, who was about to respond, quickly said, “I… how could I?”
“In the daytime, I stood for an entire morning. Remember during the day, George promised to feed me? George loves to see two beautiful women being intimate. I was just rehearsing with you in advance. Clearly, I was just playing around, yet you keep rejecting me.”
Faced with Ji Ma’s “accusation,” Jenna was thrown off balance and stammered, “I… I didn’t reject anything.”
How foolishly sweet; it was like getting scolded yet eager to prove that their mother was still alive.
“Knock, knock.”
The door was knocked on, and George’s voice came from outside, “Are you okay?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” Ji Ma said, “just playing with Jenna.”
“Jenna, say something back.”
Ji Ma leaned her head on Jenna’s shoulder and said, “Do you want him to know you’re so petty?”
Jenna’s face flushed and heated, saying, “George, Ji Ma is right. We really—”
At this moment, Ji Ma’s hands slipped in, her ten fingers lightly kneading.
Jenna’s words were interrupted, and after hesitating for a moment, she continued, “We’re really just playing.”
The truth was, she simply didn’t say the second half of the sentence, which was that they were playing with her chest.
George outside didn’t suspect anything much; he knew a few close girls liked to sleep together, and when playing, they could get a bit carried away—if it were a boy doing this, he’d probably suspect their sexual orientation was questionable.
“Well, I’ll go to sleep then.”
Outside the door, footsteps of George grew fainter.
Ji Ma felt increasingly pleased, a wave of joy rushing to her head, her lower abdomen warm.
Although Jenna’s chest was indeed big and firm, the feeling of it was nowhere near as gratifying compared to the pleasure derived from the other’s reactions.
The sensation of coercing her childhood friend into deceiving the victim and placing a metaphorical green hat on him made Ji Ma feel exceptionally delightful. It felt like she could soar with just a gentle flap of her wings.
Jenna was at a loss and didn’t grasp the small hands moving freely in her bosom, afraid of confirming the “accusations.” She lowered her head tightly clenched her fingers and asked, “Is it done?”
“Very well, Jenna.” Ji Ma released her hands and said, “Sister Jenna is really good at lying, easily dodging George’s truth detection. How many times have you done this? You’re so skilled.”
“No, I haven’t.”
“Really?” Ji Ma tightened her grip, saying, “George told me he often runs into you everywhere. Don’t think you can fool me.”
“Don’t tell George.”
“Of course not.” Ji Ma showed a cute smile and pulled her hands back.
Her heart raced with excitement, and her head felt hot, longing for more, with reason cast aside.
She said to Jenna, “But Sister Jenna has to play nicely with me.”
As Jenna adjusted her wrap, she blinked her moist green eyes and cautiously asked, “How do you want to play?”
This weak demeanor nearly caused Ji Ma to lose her reason. Weakness represented vulnerability. Her nature of bullying the weak and fearing the strong almost caused her to lose the last bit of rationality, making her propose an excessive request.
She said, “Well—could you hold me properly, Sister Jenna?”
Once she said that, she changed from her previous aggressive demeanor to looking at Jenna with a pitiful expression—only to gaze at Jenna’s mounds the next second.
Jenna thought of other aspects for a moment, presuming Ji Ma was just lacking love, so she felt pity, her heart soft as if cooked rice cake, saying, “Of course I can.”
With that, Jenna opened her arms, her golden hair brushing against her snow-white arms.
Ji Ma didn’t move, saying, “Sister Jenna is really nice—just that you’re showing a bit of skin.”
“What?”
Ji Ma made a gesture of taking off her clothes at her own noticeably flatter chest.
Jenna’s face instantly turned beet red, her earlobes flushed.
“This…”
“Don’t worry, I won’t lick,” Ji Ma said. “I’m also a girl, just always curious about what it feels like to bury my face in there.”
Jenna raised her hands hesitantly in the air for a moment.
Ji Ma stared at her, feeling incredibly nervous—just now, she had used her ability to lie; or rather, she had been using it from the start.
Although the results far exceeded her expectations, if it didn’t work this time, Ji Ma would regret it and wouldn’t sleep well all night.
Jenna lightly bit her lip, raised her hand, and took off the elastic wrap, letting it fall to her waist.
Her skin was as white as milk, shimmering with a layer of fluorescence. Once this wrap was off, the brightness on Ji Ma’s small face leaped up a notch.
In that moment, Ji Ma felt as if a pure goddess had to shed her clothing for her before succumbing to her knees on the ground. Evil impulses flooded her mind like a deluge, and she lunged forward, hugging Jenna’s waist tight.
Her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall.
Since it had come to this point…
Just as Ji Ma opened her mouth, a sudden loud noise echoed, and before she could react, there was a piercing scream resonating throughout the entire house, easily penetrating the walls and echoing above the village like a dull knife slicing through eardrums.
Was it really necessary to scream that loudly?
Ji Ma thought Jenna had screamed; she hadn’t even opened her mouth yet!
The soft body in her arms struggled, and Ji Ma instinctively tightened her embrace, a habitual motion—this was how she acted when she was previously the Demon King.
A second scream erupted, different but equally torturous to the eardrums, ringing out in the room.
With a thud, the sound of the door being smashed in followed.
Ji Ma reluctantly lifted her head from the snow peak and realized the culprit was two disgusting, ugly, kill-on-sight goblins wearing iron caps!
One had its body covered in blood from glass shards, and the other had its head smashed into the doorframe, causing it to crash through.
A steel boot promptly appeared, stomping down on the goblin’s neck, immediately reducing the racket by half.
It was George, who had just removed his breastplate. He raised his head, asking, “Are you all okay…”
He had a clear view and could see both the snowy-white and black hair.
Another problem arose.
This time, Ji Ma didn’t appear panicked; after all, she had nothing left to lose.
Instead, she buried her face in the snow peaks and even rubbed against them. At least she hadn’t exposed anything.
Instantly, the scream that had initially filled the room was completely replaced by a dense scent of peach blossoms.
“Crack.”
The second goblin was dead.
George’s face flushed as he asked, “What happened?”
Jenna lifted her slightly reddened green eyes and said, “Ji Ma is bullying me.”
Ji Ma, sticking to the principle of getting her fair share, was about to stick out her tongue when her tail and horns were pulled back forcefully.
“Ah, it hurts, hurts, hurts!” Ji Ma exclaimed. “Can’t you be a bit more gentle?”
George turned his back, blocking the entrance, while Jenna hurriedly got dressed in bed. George said, “Don’t bully Jenna.”
“She’s stronger and older than me,” Ji Ma tried to argue. “I was really just playing around.”
“Did you bully her? Yes or no.”
“The green-skinned ones came in!”
Ji Ma suddenly pointed behind George and said something correct yet pointless.
George quickly turned his head.
Ji Ma darted off. She moved swiftly, agile as a succubus, but just as she took a step, a large hand tightly grabbed the base of her tail and yanked her back.
Pain shot through her tail’s base, and Ji Ma had to halt, her eyes moistening as she put on a pitiful expression, lifting her rear, twisting her head, trying to get away with it.
Unfortunately, George wasn’t as gentle as Jenna.
Without a second word, he slapped her firmly on the backside, the force penetrating the fabric like a needle jabbing into her flesh.
Ji Ma yelled out in pain.
“It hurts!” Ji Ma accused. “We agreed not to hit—”
“Smack! Smack! Smack!”
“Wuwuwu, I was wrong.”
Two minutes later.
Tears streaming down her face, Ji Ma covered her backside with her hands while draped in a cloak, obediently standing by the door.
Jenna, now dressed in her golden-lined silver gown, passed by and asked with concern, “Ji Ma, are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” Ji Ma replied, “I just need to lie down to sleep.”
At this moment, the sound of a warning bell came from outside.
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P.S.: Mount & Blade II is really fun.
