Chapter 209 Chapter 210 Race
In the woods, a wailing sound echoed, and after a crisp noise stopped, it turned into low sobs.
“It hurts~~.”
Ji Ma covered her reddened bottom with both hands, her eyes swollen, the front of her cloak slightly open, revealing a flat belly.
George couldn’t help but embrace her from the front, wrapping his arms around her waist, lowering his head, and saying in Ji Ma’s ear, “Ji Ma, I miss you so much.”
Ji Ma’s heart raced quickly, even faster now. She was unbearably hungry, her knees weak, wanting him but feeling an anger of plans gone awry.
This guy wasn’t following the script. How could he be so bold without any effort? Or perhaps, she originally planned everything wrong, forgetting that George was essentially a proud person, and she actually thought she could step on him.
“Are you proud of yourself, George?” Ji Ma said, unable to hold back, her black silk long legs lifting under the cloak, rubbing against his feet. “Because I’m a promiscuous succubus and can’t fight you. As long as you want, even if I refuse, you could still use other ways to make me submit. And don’t touch my tail anymore, especially the root.”
George’s disobedient hands stopped.
He said, “If you refuse, I respect your opinion.”
“I already refused a long time ago.”
George released Ji Ma and took a step back.
What a hypocrite! After all, he was so hard, pressed against my lower abdomen. But it’s fine; if he doesn’t care about his image, it’s tough for me to turn him into a submissive.
Ji Ma panted, crossing her arms as she looked at George, slightly raising her chin, gazing down at him.
The atmosphere cooled for a moment.
“If there’s nothing else,” George said, “I’ll leave first.”
“Hey, I’m not full yet.”
George turned to leave: “I’m not bread.”
At this moment, it was a battle of willpower; whoever couldn’t hold on first would lose.
George took a step, then another.
Suddenly, Ji Ma lunged from behind, locking her legs around his waist, whispering in his ear: “I can’t stand you. I didn’t expect that you look righteous on the surface, yet you’re full of schemes to calculate me.”
George turned his head and said, “I haven’t plotted anything.”
“Shut up.” Ji Ma kissed him, savoring the peach-scented desires, mumbling, “Don’t act coy after taking advantage.”
Their tongues intertwined; Ji Ma’s tongue was soft, flexible, and long, swirling around his clumsy tongue as if it were her tail.
After a long while, they separated, a silver thread breaking. A translucent liquid dripped from Ji Ma’s cherry lips, her eyes moist like a deer’s, panting heavily.
“Do you still refuse now?”
“Just a bit hungry.” Ji Ma’s neck flushed, “Don’t be proud.”
George parted her crossed calves at his waist and turned around just as Ji Ma unfastened her cloak’s clasp, the hood slipping off her smooth shoulders.
She was dressed even bolder than George had imagined.
George lifted her straight up.
“Stop dragging your feet, what’s with the foreplay? Let’s get to it.”
“Hahaha.. (heaving breaths) What are you whispering… memorizing my… weaknesses? So… perverted.”
Don’t misunderstand; both were competing in a marathon race on the field. This was an ancient and primitive competition; human ancestors enjoyed racing in their leisure time, showcasing their strength and endurance.
After serious and careful warm-up exercises, George, a talented young contestant from the Sanctuary, took his position at the starting line. His muscles were taut, hard as rock, containing terrifying explosive power.
With the sound of the starting gun, he exerted all his strength, pushing off the ground and sprinting at full speed.
“Be a little gentler… Ugh! You beast.” The demon contestant Ji Ma shouted from the side, “If you push so hard in front of you, you’ll exhaust yourself long before the finish line.”
Hearing this, George instead accelerated and dashed forward.
“You’re such a disobedient son—you’re just retaliating!”
George surged ahead again, causing Ji Ma to harbor resentment. She gritted her teeth and said, “Let’s see how long you can last. I’m a seasoned veteran.”
Saying this, she folded her wings, raised her tail, balanced her body, and adjusted her movements and breathing, preparing for a long run.
Three minutes, five minutes, ten minutes…
Despite her experience, after ten minutes her breathing remained steady, but it began to grow shallow, and her back was drenched in sweat.
Yet George’s “thud thud” running sounds still hadn’t ceased. Unable to help herself, she opened her eyes and saw George still sprinting, and gasped:
“Are you a beast? Aren’t you tired?”
George’s sprinting speed didn’t decline; he just sweated a bit more.
Ji Ma realized George had plenty of stamina, and at that moment, she was overwhelmed, gasping for air, her tail drooping and saying, “No, I can’t keep going.”
She hadn’t given up resisting yet, spreading her wings and flapping them hard. Her body became light, floating upwards, her toes were tense, pushing off the track, propelling her feather-like body forward.
Her speed became faster and faster.
Ji Ma felt like a feather about to float into the air.
But it drained her stamina; sweat splattered from the tips of her wings, and a few drops fell from the tip of her tail.
“I… can’t do it anymore!”
She suddenly dropped from the sky, kneeling on the ground as sweat poured down, trickling off her soft tail.
George finally stopped, his chest heaving, his body hot, sweat pouring down, looking back at the demon contestant without an ounce of pity, saying:
“Let’s keep going.”
“Give me a break.”
George ignored her, exerting strength in his waist and legs, continuing to sprint.
“Beast!”
Ji Ma cursed, weakly getting up from the track, resuming her run.
The second fatigue came even faster.
This time, she pleaded:
“Let’s rest for a bit; I… I don’t have any strength left, please.”
Contestant George stopped and said, “No.”
“Beast.” Ji Ma murmured under her breath, “Then can we change positions?”
“Okay.”
Ji Ma obediently knelt on the ground, and the race turned into a crawl.
Before long, the demon contestant Ji Ma unavoidably lost again. She lay weakly on the track, gasping for breath in the hot sun, droplets of sweat forming shallow puddles.
Before losing consciousness due to heatstroke, she uttered, “I’m burning up.”
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Midnight.
In Marin City, on Jenna’s bed.
“Ji Ma, Ji Ma, did you wet the bed?”
“It was that guy George. I was racing with him in a dream.”
“George? What’s going on?”
“Sister Jenna, don’t be jealous. I have a superpower…”
“Next time, take me with you.”
“Sure, but we should have time beforehand to do an experiment and see if I can get you up there.”
“Okay.”
Ten minutes later.
Lian Xi, sound asleep in bed, was kicked awake.
“Ah? Master, do you have any orders?”
“It seems you’ve learned to recover your human form quite well.” Ji Ma said, “Help me tidy up the bed. I’m going to take a shower first.”
“Yes, Master.”
Ji Ma couldn’t wait to get to the bathroom, where there was a pool of cold water, and she stepped into it.
Softly sitting on the steps.
“Why does it feel like I have urethritis, so hot.”
“This is unfair; why can I take his bodily fluids but can’t pull anyone over to fight.”
Ji Ma recalled that when she called George to jump into the entrance of the dream palace, he was repelled by the entrance and could only return the same way. Strangely, the bite on his shoulder was gone.
“What a useless ability.”
After saying that, Ji Ma touched her lower abdomen under the water’s surface, a feeling of fullness bringing her a sense of peace. She closed her eyes, lying back.
Even though the pool water was cold, her mind kept recalling the points and details of the previous race, causing her weary calves to start trembling.
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The third day.
The unruly witch hunter Van Helsing sat on a chair, dissatisfied, shouting at the Grand Preacher, “What do you want with me? I’m still looking for the succubus; don’t waste my time.”
“I want you to go to Adolf.”
“Don’t be too rude, Van Helsing.”
“Damn it, if I hadn’t consistently avoided targeting the saintess, you’d still find an excuse to distance yourself from Iss.”
The Grand Preacher’s tone softened: “Van Helsing, I’ve confirmed your contribution in this chaos; the emperor is very interested in you. Going to Adolf will be a reward.”
Van Helsing perked up instantly, sitting up and asking, “What reward?”
“It might be gold coins or nobility, or both.”
“Will there be any honorary titles or something?”
“There definitely will be.”
“Ha!” Van Helsing’s eyes lit up as he slapped the table, “So it’s settled then. Anyway, I won’t find the succubus anytime soon.”
The Grand Preacher breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of satisfaction in sending away a plague. He said, “Leave today; you’ll go with Saintess Jenna’s team, along with the imperial general. Here’s your documents.”
Van Helsing snatched the documents, saying:
“Then see you!”
After saying that, he jumped down from the chair and ran out.
The Grand Preacher muttered under his breath, “I hope I never see you again.”
Then he exhaled long; if Van Helsing stayed in Marin City for a few more days, he would die early from anger during his term.
Thirty minutes later.
Van Helsing, along with a group of imperial soldiers, set out from the city gate of Marin City, followed closely by a long line of merchants behind them.
Although there were main roads from Marin City to Adolf, the nearby forests were still dangerous, where a pack of screaming beastmen could rush out at any moment. Following in the rear of an army was the best choice.
Van Helsing rode his horse to Saintess Jenna’s carriage and kicked the side of it.
The window opened, revealing the cold face of Saintess Jenna.
Van Helsing asked coldly, “Where’s your succubus best friend?”
“I won’t answer you, witch hunter.”
“Oh, let’s change the question,” Van Helsing said. “Has she ever told you that I’m actually her good friend?”
“She’s not crazy.” Saintess Jenna replied, “I don’t want to talk to you. Goodbye.”
The window was pulled down.
Van Helsing coldly snorted, and a gust of wind blew, brushing his square face. He seemed to sense something behind him and looked towards the distant village of Scali.
On the distant field path, a traveler in a hooded cloak tightly wrapped herself, riding a chestnut mare, turning her head to leave, with an orange cat perched on her head.
A smile appeared on Van Helsing’s square face as he turned his head and kicked his horse’s belly, charging towards Adolf.
“Come on, everyone, let’s hurry to see the emperor!”
The second volume (completed)
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I wasn’t very satisfied with the metaphorical parts; I feel the best is still the previous book’s segment with the white deer licking flowers.
Tomorrow, I’ll write the harmonious parts and share them in the resource group.
Group two number: 1106573800
Group one number: 743411371
Tomorrow’s updates will proceed as usual, and the day after I’ll take a break to sort out the outline for the third volume.
