Chapter 36: A Little Impulse
The next day, the sun shone brightly.
However, the succubus, Jima, wasn’t feeling particularly happy. It wasn’t just her dislike for sunlight or the smell of the sea wafting in from the ocean. Simply put, standing in front of her was George, enough to ruin her mood, especially with the plan in his hands covered in scribbles.
“First of all, we cannot reveal our identities, so we need to pay attention and play the roles of Sir Bartow and his servant…”
“Secondly, while ensuring we don’t expose our identities, we must stand out during the goblin-hunting mission to secure invitations to the banquet…”
“And also…”
“I’d like to add something…”
Jima sat on the bed swinging her legs in impatience, occasionally rubbing them together. One leg was clad in black stockings and the other in white. She took a sniff and inhaled a faint hint of peach blossom fragrance. She snorted to herself, dismissive of the reaction she had to the loli, and continued savoring the scent of peach blossoms in the air.
“Finished,” George suddenly said.
“Finished with what?” Jima snapped back to reality, interrupting her criticism of him.
“I’ve finished reading the task briefing. Were you even listening?”
“No.”
Jima answered honestly.
“Then read it again,” George said, looking down at the plan in his hands.
“Wait, my lord, please don’t torture my eardrums anymore,” Jima said. “I understand, I understand, stand out in the simp competition. Don’t worry, my little brain is quite clever.”
“No, you don’t seem to care at all. We must continue—”
“Knock, knock, knock.”
A sudden knock at the door interrupted George, and Jima felt relieved for her eardrums.
“My lord, the city guard is here to investigate. We hope you can cooperate.”
“Here to rob us,” Jima muttered under her breath.
George handed her a small wooden box containing a pair of exquisite contact lenses. Jima carefully placed them over her eyes and blinked. It felt uncomfortable, as if sand was rubbing against her eyes. She looked in the mirror and found that she had transformed from a golden-eyed loli to a blue-eyed loli.
“I’ll go out with my lord shortly,” Jima said.
George donned his helmet; he was already fully armored, muttering:
“Jima, if our identities are exposed, remember to hide behind me, fight your way out, run to the back yard, and we’ll escape from Shalin City on horseback.”
“Got it~.”
Jima replied as she put on a hat. Now she only hoped that the servant had never noticed the color of her eyes.
The two headed out and, following the servant’s guidance, reached the first floor where a city guard soldier was waiting.
He had deep nasolabial folds, exuding the scent of a veteran soldier, and was loudly berating a merchant. His thick eyebrows were knitted together, as if the corpulent merchant in front of him were the main culprit of a bank robbery.
“Do you know a cute girl with golden eyes?”
“No, I don’t know her.”
“You look nervous; is your conscience guilty?”
“No, it’s just hot weather.”
“The bank robber was also a fat guy.”
The veteran’s gaze swept over the merchant’s sizable belly.
The merchant quickly exchanged glances, and his male servant immediately stepped forward, handing the veteran a bulging pouch of coins. There was nothing subtle about it; it was as blatant as making a purchase in the market.
“Thank you, gentlemen, for your hard work keeping Shalin City safe. Here’s a little something for you.”
He nodded, “Well, you don’t look like the kind who can knock out a donkey with one punch.”
At that moment, the servant brought George and Jima over. The servant said, “Sir, this is the only guest at our inn accompanied by a little maid.”
The veteran turned his head, and as his gaze swept over Jima’s face, he immediately stopped, leering unabashedly at her.
Jima felt his gaze stick to her face like a lump of slime—those sticky, cold eyes tracing down her long neck, sliding past her flat chest, and finally wrapping around her stocking-clad calves.
She felt disgusted and a bit anxious. Were they about to be kicked out of Shalin City?
The slimy gaze lingered too long until George stepped in front of Jima, blocking the stare.
Reluctantly, the veteran withdrew his gaze, whistling and giving George a knowing smile that men shared:
“Black and white, fine merchandise. Where did you buy her?”
“My servant.”
“Really lucky, no money spent, and she looks like a virgin.”
The air was tinged with a faint smell of gunpowder.
Jima didn’t notice; she was too busy breathing a sigh of relief. It turned out she was simply attracted by her own alluring aura.
The veteran stepped aside, his eyes sliding past George and landing back on Jima as he said:
“Lovely and charming, just like what the bank said.”
“The bank?”
Jima blinked innocently.
“The Fulen Brothers Bank was robbed. They said the thief was a cute girl and a fat black guy.” The veteran said, “Sounds just like you two. Take off your helmet and let me have a look.”
George removed his helmet and fixed a cold stare on him.
“Not black,” the veteran said, somewhat regretfully. “But this girl needs to be investigated thoroughly.”
“We’re on a tight schedule.” Jima quickly pulled out George’s pseudonym. “My lord is a traveling knight from Bartow, here to—”
“Child, I’m not talking to you; I’m talking to your master.”
George said, “She’s speaking on my behalf.”
“A child, a mute?”
“My lord can only say 140 words a day due to excessive killings.” Jima interjected. “He has already used eleven words. Please do not delay my lord’s schedule without solid evidence.”
“Oh?”
The veteran’s eyes narrowed as they swept over George’s entire plate armor, as if seeing for the first time what he was wearing. But he still stood in front of them, blocking their way.
Jima stepped forward, smartly pulling out a prepared pouch of coins and offering it to him. “I believe the diligent guards of Shalin City deserve a little extra compensation.”
The veteran reached for the pouch but instead touched Jima’s small hand, his rough palm clasping around her.
Jima yanked her hand back in fright, stepping a pace backward. The veteran clutched the pouch and laughed, the deep lines around his eyes deepening as he nodded, “Not bad, not bad, very nice.”
Disgusting scum!
Jima activated her desire-filled eyes, planning to teach him a lesson. But soon she calmed down; making an impulsive seduction now would alert him to something being off. She needed to wait for a good moment, not expose herself.
So Jima pretended to be scared, hiding behind George.
The veteran satisfyingly tucked the money into his pocket, and just as he was about to turn away to clear a path…
Suddenly, George’s funnel-shaped iron gauntlet slammed into his face, knocking him staggering.
Jima widened her eyes, looking at George, who had unexpectedly erupted. In her mind, George was always the cool, cautious person who prioritized the mission and would never act so emotionally.
The veteran swiftly drew the knife at his waist, shouting, “Are you rebelling?!”
George picked up the fallen gauntlet again and swung it at his hand, making the knife drop to the ground. As George closed the distance, the veteran frantically pulled out a dagger and stabbed at George, but it only produced a screeching sound against his armor.
The veteran felt as if a fortress was pressing against him, and before he knew it, his back hit the wall. George reached out, pressing against his chest, causing it to sink in slightly. His ribs emitted cracking sounds as if on the verge of breaking.
George said, “It’s a duel.”
The veteran struggled to breathe, fear overtaking him as he sensed that just a bit more pressure could crush his rib cage.
“I… I won’t fight, I won’t fight.”
George seized the collar of his shirt and pulled him up straight.
The veteran screamed, “Help, I—I’ll return the money! Return the money!”
As he spoke, he hastily pulled the pouch from his arms and tossed it to the ground.
“Apologize to her.”
“I’m sorry! Miss, I’m sorry!”
Only then did George release him.
The veteran gasped for air, his overheated mind calming down, realizing how foolish he was for provoking a traveling knight from Bartow. He didn’t take the money, picked up his knife, and mumbled another apology to Jima before sneaking away.
George smiled at Jima and picked up the merchant’s pouch from the ground, tossing it back to the merchant, before pulling out a gold coin and giving it to the servant, saying, “Compensation.”
At that moment, the servant sighed, accepting the gold coin and saying, “Guest, you are too impulsive. Perhaps you aren’t afraid, but it’s the little inn that suffers.”
“Right, young man, you need to be more tactful in dealing with things. Don’t just think about showing off in front of women,” the merchant said, handing the pouch back to the male servant. “This is the wisdom of someone with experience.”
“Then I’m truly sorry. If you have the ability to complain to your extortionists, do so. If not, better mind your own business,” Jima coldly replied. “Just a reminder, my lord once got so angry that he charged into the palace and stabbed a little king to death.”
The merchant shrank back, shutting his mouth. The servant wore an awkward smile, watching the two leave the inn.
As soon as they stepped outside, Jima immediately said to George, “George, you were so impulsive just now; you scared me. What if that guy goes back to get help?”
“No choice.”
“Huh? I thought you had something up your sleeve.”
To take revenge, it should be my subtle revenge. What happened to that virgin today?
“Jima, I’m sorry,” George said. “But when I saw him touch your hand and still smile, I snapped back to reality, and the gauntlet was already hitting his face.”
“You stood up for me, a naturally alluring succubus?” Jima looked at George in surprise.
“It’s not your fault,” George said. “And next time, I might not be able to hold myself back.”
“Alright, next time I’ll dress more conservatively.”
Jima turned away, feeling a warmth in her heart. She tightened her grip on her sword and gazed at the little boat gliding down the river. After a long pause, she suddenly said softly, “Thank you.”
Her voice was so quiet that it was instantly drowned out by the noise of the street.
“Huh? What did you just say?”
“Nothing,” Jima turned around, a smile on her face. “That lady from that day was so beautiful. I can’t wait to see her.” Along with her little simps.
If the simps were to brawl together, all aiming to bite the virgin, the scene would surely be spectacular.
Jima felt a surge of excitement, her pinky finger twitching uncontrollably.
Determined to add fuel to the simp competition, she decided to create some difficulties for George to release the pent-up frustration from yesterday.
As for the gratitude she just expressed, she had long since tossed it aside.
