Chapter 208 Chapter 209 Aftermath (Part 2)
In the evening, in Saintess Jenna’s bedroom. The two girls slept in the same bed.
Jiema had a radiant complexion, lying on the bed with a satisfied smile.
Although they hadn’t actually engaged in anything more “intimate” with Saintess Jenna, like playing mother and baby games, Jenna was still too conservative. Even though Jiema was waving the flag of “teaching mattress skills,” she couldn’t proceed any further, only teaching some techniques hand in hand.
However, at least they had some “skinship.” After the first time, there would be a second, and each time would bring them closer to the bottom line.
After a few more times, strange things could be engraved on her lower abdomen, and she could do whatever she wanted.
Jiema fantasized about a beautiful future, her mind active, and after a long time of being unable to sleep, she quietly turned her head to look at Saintess Jenna.
Jenna was lying properly on the pillow, wearing a thin white nightgown, breathing evenly.
Jiema restrained her desires, raising her hands and legs, pressing them against Saintess Jenna, her tail also pressing down, and she fell into a deep sleep with a sense of fulfillment.
Her consciousness gradually sank into darkness, and after an unknown amount of time, she slowly awoke.
When Jiema opened her eyes, she was already in a black-and-white dreamscape, spreading her wings and flying to the clock tower, looking in George’s direction. A wisp of black smoke resembling a signal fire rose from the horizon, and she recognized at a glance that it belonged to George.
“He’s asleep too.”
An impulse brought about by her desire to feed made Jiema unable to resist parting her lips, her agile, longer-than-usual pink tongue licking her lips.
Was this a function of the succubus body?
Curiosity stirred in Jiema as she opened her mouth wider and extended her tongue. As if under some kind of instinct to eat, her teeth instinctively sank into her lower lip, and her throat widened, working in sync with her mouth to draw something tightly into her throat.
With growing curiosity, Jiema followed her instincts. Her pink tongue wriggled inside her mouth like a water snake, sometimes swaying up and down like waves… showcasing various flexible postures.
At this moment, her stomach began to churn with hunger, yearning for the food flowing down her esophagus.
Jiema’s face flushed, and she closed her mouth, covering it with her small hand.
This must be the instinctive action of a succubus while feeding. It felt as if the physiological structure was different from that of ordinary women. If some man were to be fed, would he not be overwhelmed with pleasure? No wonder I said that being with a succubus in my past life was so enjoyable.
After closing her mouth, her stomach reluctantly emitted a complaint. She subconsciously thought of her food source—George.
“Tch, there’s no way I’d make that little brat easy. Being a dead fish while eating is already showing him great mercy.” Jiema extended her tongue, easily touching her nose, revealing an evil smile, “But his wife is truly fortunate.”
Jiema felt increasingly that as a “minotaur” who digs at people’s foundations, she was quite conscientious. She had never seen a minotaur helping a poor person deal with such matters; George should thank her properly.
Her stomach began to churn again, protesting that succubus Jiema was not thinking about filling it up but was instead here lost in thought. Too much magical energy had been consumed yesterday, intensifying her hunger, just like how people become very hungry after doing heavy work, wanting to eat more.
“Alright, alright, eating should be taken seriously.” Jiema stroked her lower abdomen, calming herself, “From now on, I need to make George into a golden retriever.”
Jiema recalled how, back when she was a poor programmer, she had been played around by a woman.
“It’s quite simple; isn’t it just about not giving in? But giving the other party a glimmer of hope, so they keep throwing their house, car, and savings into the water. I can do it myself.”
Jiema suddenly gained confidence and began planning to make “George a golden retriever.”
“Wearing too little, just in tights, and proper clothes? Forget it; I’ll just throw on a hooded cloak to cover up more and wear a fitted outfit underneath made of less fabric to create a contrast.”
“I can’t enter his dream; that’s his home turf.” Jiema put on her hooded cloak and stood up, flying towards her dream palace. Passing through a transparent barrier, the bright sunlight fell on her hair as she flapped her wings and descended into a grove, her little feet in black stockings touching the grass.
“Let him look around here and remember this place.” Jiema walked to a tree, tearing off some vines. This tree was on a hillside with a good view, “Perfect for tying George up; then he’ll know how ironic it is.”
Jiema couldn’t help but chuckle to herself as she lightly leaped, landing gracefully on a thick black branch.
From the dream palace, she could also see the seeds of dreams, but unlike before, she could also see the dreams in which the seeds were parasitizing.
Could she invite someone directly to the dream palace?
She thought, extending her hand toward a distant balloon-shaped dream, softly saying, “George, George, I’m Jiema, I have something beautiful here, do you want to come see?”
George’s dream trembled, and a figure gradually appeared on the grass, soon revealing George in linen-colored casual wear. He looked up and saw the succubus sitting in the tree on a small slope, her gray-brown cloak covering her completely, two strands of black hair falling from the hood, and her little legs gently swinging in the air, a familiar tail swaying proudly from side to side.
The succubus Jiema’s gaze fell on George’s lower body, and she smiled, “Don’t you have a sense of self-defense?”
“Let’s talk business first.” George walked towards her step by step, “Can you come down?”
“No, it’s much more comfortable sitting on the branch.” Jiema held onto the branch with her hands, looking down at George, “Always looking up at you makes my neck sore.”
Her black stockings were thin, allowing George to see the smooth skin of her calves through the fabric. The black stockings outlined the firm curve of her calves, with a layer of light black on top. Now, they swayed before George proudly.
“A few days ago, you mentioned that Earl Is from Marin City came looking for trouble. Was the negotiation successful?” George said, “I have a plan. I’ll temporarily pause my mission and head to the Cathedral. With the help of the teleportation mage at the Cathedral, I can teleport into the Empire and reach Marin City quickly; it should take about five days.”
“Hah, I haven’t even mentioned the negotiation results yet.”
“I always feel uneasy.”
Your intuition is correct; your wife has almost been NTR’d.
Jiema’s tail tip flicked up, and she said, “It’s not as bad as you think. Just focus on your mission.”
“That’s good. I always felt you would start a riot.”
“Uh… well, there was actually a bit of a minor incident.” Jiema knew that her actions were completely contrary to the values of the Cathedral.
What was worse, it couldn’t be hidden. As a witness, Jenna had already written a complete report and sent it to the Cathedral. As a believer of the Cathedral, what she wrote was naturally the truth, without any embellishments.
“How minor was the incident?”
“Earl Is, the one who wants to sleep with your fiancée Jenna, is a pervert. He even slept with his mother and is particularly obsessed with Jenna, to the point that Jenna has become a part of his heart demon.” Jiema said, “It’s complicated, but if he manages to sleep with Jenna, he’ll be able to resolve his heart demon.”
George’s expression turned cold as he reached for the hilt of his sword, “I must apply to the Cathedral to deal with some personal matters.”
“However, you don’t need to worry; today’s negotiation was very successful.”
“What do you mean by ‘incident’?”
“Well, there was a tiny, insignificant incident during yesterday’s negotiation.”
“Speak.”
Jiema wanted to lie but thought of being exposed and only getting herself into trouble, so she said:
“Is planned to use guilt to attack Jenna’s pain to blackmail her. In the end, she went berserk and burned down the racetrack. My identity was exposed, and I was chased for half a street by witch hunters. After a somewhat anticipated extraordinary battle, Is accidentally died. Both sides reached a reconciliation.”
“You’re lying.”
“Ah?” Jiema was surprised. Did George see through her and realize she started a riot? Wait, in a dream, his ability to discern lies shouldn’t be sharp, right?
As if noticing Jiema’s doubts, George explained, “Extraordinary battles are not as easy as you say.”
“Is just had bad luck, and both Jenna and I have been through many battles. Their side seemed to just have one gold-level.”
“Extraordinary battles must be very risky; you must have been injured.”
“How do you know?”
George grabbed the tip of Jiema’s tail and said, “Because you’re very hungry, your tail keeps brushing against me.”
After saying this, he rubbed Jiema’s tail with his fingertips.
Jiema’s tail shrank as if struck by lightning, she inhaled the rich fragrance of peach blossoms, and her stomach growled even more. She chided, “Pervert! Touching my tail.”
“You know I like tails.”
“I’m flirtatious; that’s my right. If it disturbs you, that’s your fault.”
George said to himself, “I should have set out immediately upon knowing about the situation in Marin City.”
If you come, how can I dig at you?
“No matter; I don’t mind.”
“I do mind.”
Jiema turned her face away, pulling her hood to hide her expression and said, “Anyway, that’s how it is; you can rest assured.”
“In addition to caring about you, I also care about the innocent people in Marin City.”
“Extraordinary battles will always affect others.” Jiema turned her face, revealing a big smile, “It’s unrealistic to say that completely innocent people are unscathed, right?”
“But your ability has a wide impact,” George said. “Or you could only involve many innocents in this conflict. That’s a characteristic of your extraordinary ability.”
“I’m careful. I’ve been with the saintess and you, the hero, for a long time, and naturally, I’ve been moved by your kindness…” Jiema said, covering her heart with one hand, “I feel that I have become a lot kinder, really.”
“I don’t believe it; I still think the saintess will be corrupted by you.”
“That’s really disappointing.” But there was not a hint of disappointment on Jiema’s face. “Even if I’m not kind, I’d still be afraid of angering you; to be precise, my behind is very afraid.”
“So you’re scared of getting spanked; no wonder you scream like a banshee every time.”
“Hey, hey! Have some face.” Jiema said, “In any case, there are a lot of people affected, but I also made a contribution to Marin City. It’s well-known that there is a huge wealth gap in Marin City, and I’ve made a huge contribution to the redistribution of wealth there, greatly alleviating social conflicts. In the next thirty years, society will surely be peaceful and harmonious.”
“Sounds like nonsense.” George honestly expressed his opinion.
“Believe it or not.”
“Now let’s talk about personal matters.”
An ambiguous smile appeared on Jiema’s face as her stomach began to churn. She extended her toes, trying to tease George, and asked, “How personal?”
George said expressionlessly, “I heard yesterday that I have ninety-four lovers and even opened a lover’s hall at the Cathedral.”
Jiema’s legs immediately drooped down as she said, “Ahaha, that’s just jealousy from others, it has nothing to do with me.”
“I also heard that what you said around Marin City is the truth.”
“I didn’t; really, it must be rumors.”
“Four people all said the same.” George said, “The rumors spread so widely and so quickly, it’s too strange. Isn’t it your extraordinary ability?”
“I said it; so what?” Jiema propped her chin, looking at George, “You can’t just put me in prison for slander, right? Hehe.”
George felt Jiema was shameless and wanted to give her a slap.
“I want to know, you said you’re my fiancée—”
“That’s a lie.” Jiema interrupted firmly, “I borrowed your name to scare people.”
George’s eyelids drooped, and he whispered, “So that’s the case.”
At this moment, it was time to give a bit of sweetness.
Jiema stretched out her long leg, the soft sole pressing on his head, rubbing his short hair, “You look so pitiful, here, if you want to lick it, go ahead. I’ll let you lick my tail too; no thanks needed.”
George suddenly grabbed Jiema’s ankle, yanked her backward hard, and Jiema screamed, her body leaning back as a sense of weightlessness hit her. She was pulled down from the branch, and George caught her, holding her in his arms.
Jiema had already immersed herself in the role of the goddess teasing a golden retriever; this was the moment to put on a furious expression.
So she raised her head, displaying an angry face, “What do you want to do?”
Jiema was so angry that she looked like she wanted to ram George with her horns.
“Do something that lovers should do.” George said, “You said I have more than ninety lovers? One is enough for me.”
“Put me down!”
George let go of Jiema as his feet touched the grass. Jiema secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then became confident again.
A fool fond of order and goodness is easy to trick.
Jiema put her hands on her hips and said, “Hey, you should apologize to me, holy knight. Say sorry quickly.”
But George suddenly hugged her tightly, his hand very uncooperative, moving towards the base of her tail, fingers rubbing the base of her tail, which was very ticklish.
A sensation like an electric shock ran up her spine, and Jiema’s legs tightened, her face turning red, “Y-you… what are you doing…”
“I’m very angry about your slander.” George said, “I’m preparing to spank you.”
“Then why are you touching the base of my tail?”
“Because last time in the dream, you seduced me, and I couldn’t help myself.”
“Hey, hey, I don’t agree! Let me go.”
As soon as she finished speaking, George responded by lifting her cloak.
“You’re wearing so little.”
“As a brave hero, you actually want to commit ** humiliation.” Jiema reproached, “I’ll say it one more time, I am—”
“Slap!”
The left cheek stung, and the thin tights provided no cushioning, only amplifying the pain. The fiery sensation caused Jiema to jump, her golden eyes watering. She said, “Try hitting me again.”
“Slap!”
The right cheek stung, Jiema’s tail shot up, her fists clenched, and her legs tightened.
This guy, why isn’t he playing by the rules? What happened to order and goodness?
Jiema nearly cried as she said, “I want to throw you out.”
Saying that, she began to distort the dream, trying to throw George out.
“Slap!”
A firm slap landed right on the center of her bottom, and Jiema’s tail pointed straight up into the air. Tears fell from the corners of her eyes as she pleaded with a choking voice, “Be gentle, I was wrong.”
