Chapter 161 Chapter 162 Flexible Jima
Can’t see me, can’t see me, she can’t see me.
Jima silently chanted in her heart, hoping that Jenna would ignore the sound of her heartbeat coming from beneath the bed.
“The big bad wolf is coming.”
Jenna lay on her side at the edge of the bed, her chest pressing against the ground. She stretched out her hand to create a small light ball that floated under the bed, chasing away all the darkness.
Jima could see the light shining through her hand. She breathed a sigh of relief; Jima was invisible, and only she could see the outline of her own body.
The heartbeat gradually calmed.
Jenna suddenly declared loudly, “Break through all illusions!”
Her emerald-like eyes were filled with light, and the white light fell on Jima; wherever the light shone, Jima’s figure became visible.
Oh no, she is a priest of the God of Dawn, and definitely has a power to detect invisibility.
Jima was so scared that she quickly used all four limbs to scramble out from under the bed.
“You are very sick and need treatment.”
“I’m not sick!”
Jima scrambled and ran toward the door. She heard prayers rising behind her, and as she raised the hair she had taken from Jenna’s comb, she shouted, “I curse you!”
The annoying light net appeared again, but instead of heading straight for Jima, it ensnared the door. Jima crashed into the light net, feeling a scorching heat that made her pull back her hand, and she was forced to stumble backward a few steps. The light net quickly spread along the walls, turning the entire room into a shining prison.
Jima turned back and almost bumped into two snow-capped peaks; Jenna was advancing on her. Jima stepped back, and before long, her back collided with the light net.
“Ah ha ha, Sister Jenna is so powerful and clever to seal the room instead of just catching me.” Jima forced a smile, “You’re actually platinum, right?”
“Mm.”
“That’s really impressive.” Jima’s eyes flicked, “I need to go to the bathroom; can you step aside?”
A light net as large as one wall directly sealed off all of Jima’s movement space, trapping her. The net’s lines dug into her skin, and Jima cried out; another puff of smoke appeared, and within the net was merely a poorly made puppet, the puppet’s head was oversized with a large smiling face.
There was also a line of text: You’ve been fooled.
Jenna flicked her long hair back, turned around, raised her hand, and cast a light net that ensnared a humanoid figure in the air; Jima’s silhouette quickly became visible.
Her tail waved frantically from side to side as she twisted her body and shouted, “How did you know I was here?”
“I won’t fall into the same trap three times.” Jenna said proudly, without her usual humility, “Moreover, I saw through your trick the second time.”
Jenna moved closer, easily lifting the tightly bound Jima onto her shoulder and walking toward the workbench, placing her on the table.
“I need a white coin.” Jenna reached toward the drawer, “I remember putting it in there.”
“Wait.” Jima called out, “How did you figure out my trick the second time?”
Jenna’s hand was rummaging in the drawer, instinctively sensing something was off, but she still distractedly answered Jima’s question, “The sky is a mirror; I didn’t see anyone jumping out the window while I was outside.”
“Damn light manipulation ability, I forgot you could chat remotely using the clouds.”
“Strange.” Jenna frowned, “Why can’t this secret compartment in the drawer open?”
“Wow, as a temple believer, how can you hide things?”
“My father always spies—”
Jenna suddenly withdrew her hand; she was very familiar with her own workbench, and this was definitely not her workbench.
“Correct.”
Jima’s voice came from behind her. Jenna felt a chill at her neck as a glowing white necklace was yanked from her. She was momentarily dazed, feeling as if she suddenly woke from a dream, and her surroundings changed in an instant.
She was still in her room, but she was not in front of the workbench; instead, she faced the door sealed by the light net.
What’s happening?
The succubus spoke, “It’s a dream.”
Just now, Jima had used her hair as a medium to curse Jenna, weakening her and pulling her into a dream, weaving a dream that made her unaware that she was dreaming. But the fake could ultimately not be real; Jima did not know much about Jenna’s workbench, yet she still discovered the oddity and broke free from the dream.
But that was enough. Jima had obtained the Perfection Necklace, this extraordinary item, just as she had conjectured, amplified Jenna’s guilt.
Holding the Perfection Necklace, Jima kept retreating. The necklace grew increasingly hot, as if it were on fire. Countless angry questions echoed in Jima’s mind.
“Did you do a good deed today?”
“Do you only care about yourself? Have you ever considered others at all?!”
“You are just a person, a demon who would ruthlessly trample over the lives of others for your own benefit! Even if it makes you happy, you would kill without hesitation!”
It felt like someone was playing a symphony in your ears. The voices stacked upon one another, ceaseless and overwhelming.
“Thank you for the compliment.” Jima said, “I’m just a demon.”
After saying this, Jima stuffed the necklace into her overflowing interdimensional space bag. The world suddenly became quiet.
“Return the necklace to me!” Jenna, momentarily confused, suddenly became furious, pushing off her feet and charging toward Jima.
Jima crouched low, easily dodging, running around the bed while muttering to herself, “Good thing she’s out of her mind and doesn’t know to use the light net.”
“Net!”
“Always this trick; aren’t you tired of it?”
The light net twined tightly around Jima. Jenna pounced on her, and Jima’s back pressed against the soft bed, her chest also being softly pressed down. Jenna’s long golden hair, reaching her waist, fell over Jima’s face and neck, tickling her.
She couldn’t help but laugh, bursting into laughter.
Jenna was on top of her, saying, “You’re sick, you need to be treated, you must be treated…”
As she spoke, her hands were searching Jima’s body, and Jima didn’t resist, spreading her limbs to let Jenna search.
Jenna’s fingers slipped under Jima’s skirt and into her collar, not sparing even her hair, tickling Jima and making her laugh out loud.
“Where’s the necklace? Where’s the necklace?”
Jenna’s voice grew increasingly frantic, like a child who couldn’t find the key to their house.
Jima smiled, not speaking. The previous chase game had made her skin glisten with a layer of thin sweat, a strand of hair stuck to her face. Supporting her face with one hand, she blinked at Jenna and said, “Maybe I hid it in my clothes; why don’t you try taking my clothes off?”
As soon as she finished speaking, Jenna’s hand reached for her collar.
Taking the opportunity, Jima suggested, “Wearing something so thick, why don’t you take yours off too?”
Jenna suddenly withdrew her hand, taking a deep breath, and her whole body went limp, collapsing onto the bed.
“Oh, so now you regain control.” Jima slipped out from between Jenna’s legs, her tail reaching under the bed and hooking out the interdimensional space bag, which was slightly smaller than a wallet.
Jenna’s eyes were tightly closed, motionless.
Jima looked around; it was still quiet outside.
“So quiet; people must be hiding.”
Jima reached towards Jenna’s pocket and started to loosen her clothes. She had just unbuckled the belt when she pulled her robe down to her waist.
Jenna suddenly opened her eyes and exclaimed, grabbing Jima’s guilty wrist, realizing it was Jima after the fact, she asked, “What are you doing?”
“I saw you faint.” Jima replied nonchalantly, “I was helping you loosen your clothes and get to bed to sleep.”
“Thank you.” Jenna let go of her hand, silently straightening her clothes, and said, “Did I do anything just now?”
“Actually, it was nothing much.” Jima said as she stepped over the door lying on the ground and shouted to the outside, “Everyone! No need to hide anymore, Jenna is back to normal.”
After saying this, she turned back to Jenna and said, “I truly hope you didn’t kill any innocent people.”
While adjusting her belt, Jenna suddenly stood up from the bed, saying, “I need to go save people.”
“Wait.” Jima said, “Don’t panic; I didn’t hear any screams.”
“Maybe for a moment I…” Jenna suddenly found herself unable to speak, “I still have hope for redemption.”
“Please, Holy Mother, stop.” Jima said, “Don’t you understand? It’s your overflowing guilt that led to the second loss of control; I’ve been endangered twice. The first time, you insisted on staying on the city wall, and I almost got chopped into potato strips by the war chief of the orcs. The second time, which is this time, I felt like the female lead in the horror novel *The Shining*, trembling in fear because of you.”
At this point, Jima choked up and continued, “I hid in the room, and you were knocking on the door with an axe, yelling for me to open it, even sticking your face into the gap in the door, saying ‘Jenny is here’, which scared me so much that I almost fainted.”
As she spoke, tears filled Jima’s golden eyes; she wiped the corners of her eyes and said, “What a huge psychological shadow this is for a minor succubus.”
Jenna was suddenly filled with guilt towards Jima, firmly ensnared by her acting. She said, “I’m sorry; I always overlook the people beside me, and I always end up hurting those close to me.”
“Don’t say you’re sorry.” Jima exclaimed, jumping up as if her tail had been stepped on, “It was because I saw your note full of apologies that you lost control.”
Jenna suddenly stood still, her eyes glazed over.
Jima shivered and immediately turned around to escape to the door, carefully peeking inside.
Jenna sat on the bed, filled with regret, saying to Jima, “I’m sorry; I was unstable—”
“Wait, don’t say sorry anymore; I am willing to forgive you.”
Jima understood that she had just taken advantage of Jenna’s guilt a bit too far, causing her to almost lose control again, but she hadn’t anticipated that Jenna felt so guilty about her.
“Okay… okay.”
Jima regretted not seizing the opportunity to propose a condition for forgiveness, such as playing house together, with Jenna playing the mother and herself as the breastfeeding infant.
Resisting the impulse to slap her own head, Jima said, “Are you able to recall what happened before? We need to find the source of your loss of control.”
Jenna pressed against her forehead, lightly frowning, and said, “The notebook; so I already had signs of losing control long ago.”
That is the most terrifying part of losing control; the person often has no awareness that they are losing control and needs companions to remind them.
“You feel too guilty, and you think everything is your responsibility; in the end, too much self-blame leads to a rebound.” Jima said, “Analyze it; am I right?”
Jenna remained silent for a long time and unwillingly said, “Rationally, that’s true. But… isn’t that a virtue?”
“Obsession can harm people, whether it comes from virtue or not.” Jima said, “I suspect this relates to your treatment of Is; can you tell me something about your relations with her?”
