Chapter 176
Chapter 177
Open Your Mind
After confirming that George and the long-legged cold elf did not escalate to a physical relationship, Jima felt a sense of relief. By this measure, she had outperformed George; not only had she seen George’s fiancée fully, but she had also experienced the thrill of a top-notch scheme.
In dreams where George, who couldn’t be lied to, appeared, he seemed more and more pleasing to the eye.
Jima looked at George, unable to suppress a proud smile.
“What are you laughing at?”
“Your fiancée was—” Jima changed her words, “almost defiled.”
“Defiled?” George’s hand instinctively reached for the hilt of his sword. “Who?”
“It was Lord Eis, Jenna’s little lapdog, who has been at it since childhood,” Jima said. “Don’t get excited; I meant almost.”
“I thought it was you,” George relaxed his grip. “Jenna can take care of herself.”
Don’t think I forgot that day with the green skin.
“I was the one protecting her,” Jima said. “Jenna has inner demons, which Lord Eis took advantage of, and she went berserk once. Right now, I’m helping her hold it together… while also digging through palace walls.”
Finally, she knowingly asked, “Are you busy right now? If not, could you come over and provide some support?”
“I have a mission,” George said. “But I could notify the Church and request assistance.”
“Sister Jenna has already sent a messenger, but Jenna has also mentioned that the Church won’t intervene too much in personal matters.”
After all, the Church is not some gang organization.
“Can you handle that guy named Eis?” George said. “If not, I will request the Church to send a warning.”
“Lord Eis is also quite pathetic; his biggest rival doesn’t even know his name,” Jima said. “I’ll make sure to teach him a lesson, don’t worry.”
“What I’m most worried about is Marin City, fearing you might accidentally blow it up.”
Jima deliberately pouted. “Hey, you’re being discriminatory. I’m the weaker party here; how could you be so suspicious of your own people?”
George said:
“I know your frontal combat abilities are weak; when you encounter a patrol, you can only turn and run. But you can dismantle thousands of troops, causing them to turn against each other; your efficiency is far greater than Jenna’s war divine technique. You can use rumors and desires to annihilate trust between people, eroding the foundations that uphold societal functions.”
“In a certain sense, the more people there are, the stronger you become. In Marin City, it’s like walking into a warehouse filled with dry straw while holding a torch. That idiot Eis keeps charging at you with his sword; one misstep, and the entire warehouse will be engulfed in flames.”
Jima initially wanted to retort, but then she recalled that tomorrow she would be selling wealth-enhancing potions. Although she could make money, it came at a cost. The size of the cost was partially related to how much money she could earn. When she drank the wealth potion herself, she nearly had her foot crushed by a carriage, and only then did she get the chance to make money.
If over three hundred wealth-enhancing potions went on sale tomorrow, the story of Beaufort getting rich would likely spread throughout all of Marin City by evening, and they might be sold out by tomorrow.
In a short time, if over three hundred wealth potions hit the market, I wonder if there would be enough carriages on the road in Marin City to create enough traffic accidents for good fortune to be transferred. I wonder what kind of chaos would ensue in Marin City; just thinking about it makes me a bit excited.
“But what can I do about it?” Jima shrugged. “Should I just surrender and let myself be slaughtered?”
“When humanity was still a tribe of hairless and bloodthirsty barbarians, settlements prevented private duels to avoid disasters. So, respected elders acted as mediators in tribes,” George said. “In modern times, laws and judges have taken on that role. Marin City has similar figures to mediate conflicts among superhumans; there’s no need to resort to violence every time. If everyone correctly recognizes the potential threat you pose to the city, they will certainly persuade Eis not to provoke you further.”
George paused and continued, “They will restrain Eis, preventing him from further provoking you with the torch; they wouldn’t want to see Marin City go up in flames. That’s the meaning of order; order constrains violence.”
“Looks like you haven’t given up on educating me; I’m truly honored,” Jima said. “But a philosopher named Wozisks said: ‘Extraordinary abilities are as important as underwear, and must not be easily exposed.’ If I expose my extraordinary abilities, wouldn’t that put me at a disadvantage?”
“A certificate from the Church will be delivered to Marin City within a week, validating that the Church supports you, and no one will disbelieve it.”
“What proof?”
“Proof that you pose a significant danger to the city’s stronghold but won’t expose your extraordinary abilities.”
“Will they believe it?”
“The Church does not lie; that’s the essence of integrity.”
“Alright, alright, just stop lecturing me further,” Jima said as she stood up. “Goodbye, I still have many things to handle.”
As Jima spread her wings, she heard George’s voice from behind: “Jima.”
“What is it? I don’t want to deal with your demands today.”
“Are you feeling irritable today?”
Jima turned her head and said, “No, why do you think that?”
“You seem very agitated today,” George said. “You must have some other business with me.”
“I don’t!”
“I guessed wrong again,” George said, a thoughtful expression crossing his face.
God knows what strange love remedies he read in some book, and now he’s probably reflecting.
Jima raised her wings and bent her knees, about to fly, but she paused. Looking at George’s serious face made her soften; she suddenly said:
“I was lying just now.”
“Ah? Why?”
“Because there are some things I can’t say,” Jima said. “In a moment, I need to make up a story; I hope you treat it seriously, but don’t associate it with the story itself.”
“Isn’t it bad to tell the truth behind the story?”
More than bad; saying it would be no different from committing suicide.
“Very bad.”
“I promise; just say it.”
“There was a king who once had an unbeatable army and a grand palace. But the world is unpredictable; he lost everything and became a beggar. He swore one day to rebuild a kingdom and worked hard to become a knight, but one day, while passing by the ruins of the palace—never mind.”
Jima suddenly stopped.
“Not finishing a story is a bad habit.”
“Telling someone else’s story always feels distant,” Jima said. “I’m very sad. Because I realize that those beautiful moments in memories will never return, even if I use my extraordinary abilities. That beauty in my mind is gradually fading. It’s strange; something that seems simple to say makes me feel sad.”
George didn’t say anything but walked over and hugged Jima. Jima struggled for a moment, but then felt at ease and stopped struggling. George wasn’t wearing armor in the dream; his chest pressed against Jima’s shoulder, and she could feel George’s powerful and rhythmic heartbeat.
“We will create a better future together.”
Jima, a full head shorter than George, lifted her face and asked, “Promise?”
“I promise.”
A smile returned to the corners of Jima’s mouth.
Suddenly she realized that George’s unexpected words were quite right.
I have a dream of a harem, and now there’s also a saintess I’ve taken from George. The great goal of rebuilding the harem has already been partially realized, right? If I can bring over the long-legged elf, in terms of quality, it would surpass the previous harem.
If I gather some ordinary beauties to fill the harem as maids, wouldn’t that make it complete? Moreover, both the hardware and the quality of the beauties would be better than the previous harem.
In short, with George as a great toolman, power will come, beauties will come…
The more Jima thought about it, the more excited she became, her lingering gloom dispersed. She looked at George and giggled, bursting into laughter.
“Jima?”
Jima pushed George away, freeing herself from his arms, lightly leaping onto the dining table and kicking away a lamprey, saying, “I’m so happy.”
She casually started doing a tap dance, trampling the “Nine Dragons Going to Sea” all over the place, making the entire table resonate. She continued, “I’m too happy!”
George wiped the pie that had stuck to his forehead and looked at this carefree demon girl with tenderness.
Jima fantasized about a future full of beautiful women in her harem, breathtaking beauties beneath the trees, tilting her head back and rolling her eyes with joy, the more she danced happily, she jumped straight from the table to George, who effortlessly caught the lightweight succubus, her feet coated with food crumbs.
George bent down, the succubus in his arms showing a mischievous smile.
She said, “I have a palace in my dreams, where I can invite people and have fun things; do you want to go and take a look?”
“Sure.”
Hehe, let you, the poor fellow, see the future NTR venue.
Jima jumped down from George’s embrace, hugged him from behind, her wings spreading close to four meters.
She felt she could carry George, who accepted the invitation, to her dream palace. With a flap of her wings, an entrance to the dream palace appeared above her head, and she flapped her wings, carrying George through the entrance.
Before long, they landed in the woods of the dream palace.
Green grass, flowing brooks, red fruit on fruit trees, vines hanging with nodes, and some vines even bore long, dark fruits.
Curious, George plucked one; the fruit had resilience. When he pressed it, a thick, milk-like substance sprayed from its tip.
“What kind of fruit is this?”
“A fruit that can serve as lubricant; it can’t be chewed, only held.” In a few years, these will all be used on your fiancées.
Jima’s smile became more mischievous.
“What a strange tree,” George said, dropping the black fruit, admiring the sparkling creek under the sunlight. “It’s better than I imagined; this place is great for a nap. I always thought you would make a lewd palace.”
“Ah hahaha.” You really guessed it, Jima raised her hand, and a white cloud descended from the sky. “Come, have a seat; let’s go to the palace.”
The white cloud carried George and Jima as they flew towards the palace.
On the way, George praised Jima for her childlike precious innocence, saying the design of the dream palace resembled a fairy tale.
Jima smiled without speaking, taking George on a tour of the palace, showing him the dormitories where his fiancées would reside, the halls for indecent gatherings, the rooms for training, and the large baths.
Watching George’s confused expression made Jima feel a great sense of fulfillment.
“We’ve arrived at the master bedroom.”
The cloud stopped next to a large red bed that could accommodate many people.
George glanced at the master bedroom, turned his head, and said, “Very familiar; I remember it looking a lot like the palace of the Demon King, no, aside from the decorations, it is almost identical.”
A bucket of ice water poured over the overly smug Jima’s head.
“I don’t know either.” Jima shoved George hard, and he fell onto the bed. Jima straddled his abdomen, leaned down, and looked at his blushing face, chuckling softly, showing her pearly white teeth as she bit fiercely into George’s shoulder.
With great force, her teeth sank into his muscle.
Just ten meters away from this master bedroom, someone once pierced her heart with a sword.
Jima clawed at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.
George remained silent and still, allowing Jima to bite.
The flesh was too tough; after a long while, Jima finally tasted a hint of iron in her mouth.
She released her biting mouth, leaving only a wet bite mark on George’s shoulder, slightly red, just a superficial injury. Jima stretched out her pink tongue, licked the wound, then straightened up, crossing her arms, her golden eyes glowing faintly in the dim surroundings.
George’s gaze remained fixed on her face and collarbone, as though admiring a painting.
She asked, “Does it hurt?”
“A bit.”
Jima shifted her weight back onto her bottom, feeling George’s abs through two layers of fabric. Her tail explored backward, and sure enough, it brushed against something hard.
She grinned, leaning down, propping her hand near his ear, gazing into George’s azure eyes, which seemed to hold anticipation. How amusing.
She teased, “Very hard, but not in the way you think; I should be going back.”
Just as she tried to stand up, George seized her shoulder, taking control and pushing her down onto the bed.
Their faces almost met, and he said, “You can’t keep playing with me.”
Jima pushed against George’s chest and said, “I truly don’t have such thoughts right now.”
As she expected, George did not continue to be handsy. Truly a gentleman; if it were her, she wouldn’t care, she would have ripped off clothes and had her way.
George asked, “Then why earlier?”
She detected a hint of urgency in his voice, and the corners of her mouth curled. She said, “I wanted to experiment with whether a person invited into a dream is tangible. When you wake up, check if there are any marks on your shoulder.”
“Alright.”
“Can you let me go, George?”
George obediently released the succubus girl lying on the bed and stood up.
“Okay, thank you very much for today.” Jima suppressed her urge to continue to toy with George, like using her tail to hit his tent, saying, “Let’s leave it at that; goodbye.”
With a snap of her fingers, George saw everything around him blur and disappear.
Jima also left the dream palace, returning to reality, landing on her bed.
She was in a great mood, humming a tuneless song as she opened the door.
In the hallway, next to the door, the cat maid slept soundly, emitting soft snoring sounds.
Jima couldn’t help but give her a light kick, waking Lianxi up. The cat maid awakened instantly, saw it was Jima, and hurriedly flipped over to stand up, asking, “Master, do you have any orders?”
She looked very tired.
Jima felt happy seeing others suffer. She asked, “I just wanted to check if you’d like to eat the supper I made?”
“No thanks, Master.”
“Oh, then sleep well.”
Jima left and went to the kitchen to grab some utensils and ingredients, even gathering some seeds. Once in the dream palace, she planted the vegetable seeds and cooked herself a supper.
After eating to her fill, she returned to her bedroom and kicked Lianxi again to wake her up, handing her a portion of supper.
With a satisfied belly, Jima curled up on the bed, ending an eventful day.
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Due to the narrative continuity, this chapter has four thousand three hundred words, with an additional two thousand added at eleven o’clock tonight.
P.S.: After reading the beginning, I feel there is significant room for improvement and will rewrite it in a few days.
