Chapter 5: The Bad Woman Jima
George took off his helmet, revealing a handsome face, and smiled slightly at Jima.
Jima did not slow down her horse. Upon seeing George smile, she let her guard down, and a wicked thought crossed her mind. She urged her horse to gallop closer to George, and suddenly, with a forceful leap, she jumped off the horse, spread her arms to adjust her position, and kicked toward George’s face, shouting:
“Take this, a heart-stabbing kick!”
However, George’s quick reaction was unexpected. He raised one arm and crashed into Jima’s calf, causing her to swerve and miss him. She landed on the grass, rolled a few times, and as she slowed down, hugged her leg, raised her head, and with a few blades of grass stuck in her long black hair, twisted her face and shouted:
“It hurts! It hurts! It must be bruised.”
George walked over and asked, “Why did you suddenly kick me?”
“I got excited when I saw you,” Jima said. “As a kind paladin, you didn’t grab my leg with your soft palms but used your hard elbow instead. How…”
At the right moment, Jima displayed a “heartbroken” expression, tears welling up in her eyes, “…so heartbreaking.”
George could not help but punch Jima lightly on the top of her head.
“It hurts!” Jima covered her head. “You also seem to be using violence to coerce the victim into silence. That’s so bad.”
George laughed and shook his head, reaching out his right hand to grab Jima’s calf. A warm current flowed through, and the pain from her bruise instantly dissipated.
“Do you have a pet?”
“Yes, a poor orange cat,” Jima said. “It’s a pity it’s not black; that would really suit me.”
“Was it originally on your head?”
“Yes, her name is Xiaoli,” Jima said as she stood up, patted her head, and found emptiness. “Where’s the cat?”
A clear female voice came from behind: “Here.”
Jima turned around to see a tall, silver-haired elf girl striding towards her with an expressionless face, as if the world was filled with nothing but debts unpaid. In her hand, she held the scruff of a Lynx cat.
The Lynx cat seemed to be unconscious, mewing softly: “Meow meow meow.”
Jima licked her tongue, feeling a furry taste spread over it. This was due to the “beast language potion” she had drunk earlier, which helped her understand the sounds made by intelligent beasts.
Thus, in Jima’s ears, the Lynx cat’s meowing took on a different meaning: “Master… mighty and glorious, thank you for catching my scruff.”
You’ve recognized the wrong master…
Eve Frostleaf extended her hand toward Jima.
Before Jima had a chance to admire the muscular lines of her long legs, Eve Frostleaf released her grip, and Jima caught the dazed Lynx cat, placing it on her head while eagerly reaching out her hands toward Eve Frostleaf.
Eve Frostleaf glanced at George, reluctantly extended one hand.
Jima held the cool hand with both of hers and happily said:
“Wow, beautiful sister, you look so familiar. Have we met before?”
“On the ship.”
“May I have the honor of knowing your name?”
“Eve Frostleaf.”
After saying this, Eve Frostleaf quickly withdrew her hand, leaving Jima feeling a bit disappointed.
Jima glanced at Eve Frostleaf’s long legs again and couldn’t help but fantasize about how nice it would be if there were some country’s greeting customs that involved stroking long legs.
“This is Jima, the one I mentioned earlier,” George said as he stepped forward, gripping Jima’s hand tightly. “She’s an exceptional backline extraordinary.”
Eve Frostleaf’s green eyes flicked over with a hint of sadness, and she nodded. Suddenly she said, “I’m leaving.”
Before her words fell, she was already a few steps away from George.
“Strange,” George said. “But Frostleaf has always been strange.”
She has an interest in you. A wife that’s unwanted can be given to me; I am short of talents for my harem.
Jima asked, “How long has it been since we last saw each other?”
“About half a year,” George turned his head, his eyes filled with passion, and said, “You’re more real than in my dreams. I want to hold you.”
“Okay.”
George picked up Jima, lifting her off the ground. Jima stood on her toes as George pressed his forehead against hers and softly said, “Jima, you’re so cute.”
Jima’s heart raced, yet she felt a bit awkward.
After all, they were bound to draw swords against each other sooner or later. The joy George felt today would eventually turn into anger.
She replied, “Hmm.”
George didn’t sense her slight reluctance and leaned directly toward her lips.
Jima turned her face, and his lips landed on her cheek.
“Brave one, it seems you’ve misunderstood something.”
“Jima?”
“Let go of me.”
George released her hand, noticing Jima’s unusually serious expression.
She asked, “Why so intimate? I’m a succubus, and this is a public place.”
“I don’t mind.”
“I do,” Jima said. “You fool, it seems you treat me like your fiancée… I don’t want to hug or kiss you in public.”
“But that night—”
“Don’t mention that night.” Jima immediately interrupted. The thought of that night made her instinctively squeeze her legs together, feeling as if hot bodily fluids hadn’t been entirely expelled.
“Then tell me why.” George took a half step forward, putting his body closer.
Jima suddenly realized that she was not speaking with the gentle Sister Jenna.
“Very simple, George,” Jima paused for a moment.
Jima wanted to say a lot. She wanted to say, “What we have is merely a physical relationship; let’s not add any notions of love or marriage to tarnish it.”
She also wanted to say:
“I’m grateful that you rode through the waters on horseback to save me in Marlin City; it’s the first time I’ve had something to hold onto. But I understand this is far from love. We are not suitable. Most importantly, I do not want to smooth the rugged path to love with my blood and tears.”
In the end, amidst George’s shocked and disbelieving gaze, she would have ended with, “Thank you, you are a good person.”
But Jima couldn’t.
She still had a harem to establish and grudges to settle. Although she had unfortunately transformed into a succubus, she had to make use of the advantages of being one, acting as a qualified tea girl, deceiving George’s emotions, to toy with him, and next, pry his woman into her harem.
There was no choice; if it weren’t for your significant value, I wouldn’t be acting this way with you.
Jima said, “Because I’m a succubus, this is very bad for you, George.”
“Sooner or later, you won’t have to hide your horns, wings, and tail.”
A deathly tail complex…
Jima displayed a “moved” expression, tiptoed, suppressing her discomfort, and kissed his lips.
Strangely, although she had been intimate with George several times, she felt unable to let go when it came to kissing.
They kissed for quite a while before parting their lips. Jima pulled her tongue from George’s mouth, licked her lips, and asked, “How was that? I only recently discovered my tongue can extend quite long.”
“Jima,” George tightened his grip on Jima’s wrist. “Are you ready?”
“Ready for what?”
“To stand together against the prejudices of society and step into the halls of marriage.”
Jima almost jumped up.
Oh my, what on earth is wrong with today’s youth? They’ve only known each other just over a year, shared a bed three times, and just kissed, yet they’re talking about marriage?
Speaking of which, is there anything more foolish in the world than marriage? The tedious drama of “two opposing sides overcoming societal prejudices to enter the halls of marriage” is purely the naive thinking of young people who have not yet been defeated by society, their minds filled with fantasies, getting heated and adding challenges on their road to marriage, otherwise how could it highlight their pursuit of love?
Ah, that’s true. A genius like George, who has had an easy path, has also never faced any harsh realities.
Besides, I came to deceive emotions; how could I possibly marry my enemy in a wedding gown?
Jima calmed herself down, looking seriously at George with her black eyes, “George, I am unwilling.”
“Why?”
“No reason.”
George’s brow furrowed slightly, “You’re lying.”
Being with a human lie detector is really exhausting, and it’s no wonder the tall elf girl has a look as if her day has gone terribly wrong.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” Jima pondered how to phrase it, swinging her head to gaze into the distance, tilting her head 45 degrees, wearing a faint expression of sadness to buy time. “Um… that… it’s my dark past; I’ve regained some of my memories.”
“Is it related to your soul injury?”
From a certain perspective, it really is. After all, the soul injury on her chest was partly his doing.
“Yes.”
“If one day you are willing, you can tell me anytime.”
I’m not foolish enough to seek death.
“I think I will never bring it up in my life.”
“I will wait until then.” George’s expression softened. “If I had known that the Demon King Jima was so weak and acted sooner, perhaps it would be different.”
Jima felt a pain in her chest again. She took a deep breath and “comforted” him: “Yes, who would know the Demon King was just a paper tiger.”
“Jima, are you okay along the way? The world is chaotic now; a wild beastman army destroyed a castle yesterday, and people are in a state of panic.”
Jima sighed, “There are still many good people; everyone unites and looks out for each other on the road, and since I can divine, it hasn’t been too dangerous.”
“By relying on your charm?”
“First impressions are very important in interactions with people,” Jima said. “By the way, George, I traveled far to find you for—”
“To join in the mission together, right?”
“Exactly, yes.” Jima nodded, “I’m very interested in the extraordinary substance of the Demon King Jima.”
“If you want it,” George shook his head, “it belongs to the Holy Order.”
“I don’t have such extravagant desires,” Jima said. “As long as you give me a chance to study its extraordinary substance, I would be very grateful.”
“I saw a report from the Holy Order saying you have divination abilities, is that correct?”
“Yes.”
“My expedition army needs an extraordinary person skilled in divination,” George said. “However, if you want to join the Holy Order’s mission, you must undergo an ‘honesty interrogation’; it’s a rule.”
Jima smiled at George: “I understand.”
“Let me state in advance, I won’t go easy.”
“Tsk, you’re really a heartless bad guy,” Jima said. “By the way, as someone who is a valuable talent and given our friendship, my basic personal safety can be guaranteed, right?”
“Correct.”
“Then help me deal with the pursuers; I shall take my leave. Goodbye.” With that, Jima held the cat and made a quick escape.
George turned his head to see a group of people charging toward him on horseback from a distance, shouting:
“Return my hard-earned money!”
“The succubus is over there! Kill her for a reward!”
“For revenge on Marlin City!”
George asked, “What did you do?”
“I just happened to swindle some money from the pursuers’ pockets,” Jima shouted while running, “George, please!”
