Chapter 30 Military Conference
Jima flapped her wings and flew a few meters when her calves tightened, and a tremendous force dragged her backward. Before she could exclaim, her back collided with a solid chest.
George held Jima’s slender waist tightly with one arm, while his other hand grabbed her antlers and kissed her lips.
“Mm mm mm.”
Jima shook her head for a moment but could not resist the grip on her antlers. Her black hair fell over her snow-white shoulders. Her cherry lips were sealed, and warm breaths brushed her face, as the strong heartbeat reverberated against her.
A feeling of violation spread from her face and neck, causing goosebumps that extended to her abdomen.
Jima kicked George’s leg with her calf, steady as a pillar. His tongue knocked against her teeth.
Might as well let it be…
She slightly parted her lips, and after a long kiss, they separated. Jima felt a bit nauseous and shy as George kept staring at her. She turned her head away, her eyes misty and red, and her tail unknowingly wrapped tightly around George’s calf.
“Once again you violated me, you scoundrel.”
“I couldn’t help it; you always tease me.” George tucked the black hair that fell on Jima’s shoulder behind her ear and gently wiped the moisture from her eyes, asking, “Sorry, did I hurt you?”
A scoundrel lacking sexual experience, doesn’t he know that watery eyes are a reaction of women?
Jima felt her lower abdomen heatedly swell, unable to resist the gentle feeling of his fingers brushing against her ear. She whispered, “You idiot.”
After lightly kissing Jima’s cherry lips, George released her.
Jima exerted great effort to untangle her tail from his sturdy calf and pulled it back.
Is there a lie in this world that will never be uncovered?
Jima wanted to ask, but she merely looked at George with a complex gaze, staying silent for a long time. When George was about to question her in confusion, she abruptly turned her head, flapped her wings fiercely, and quickly rose high, retracting her tail, fearful of being pulled back by George. She was afraid that if she were tugged once more, she’d never be able to break free.
Flapping her wings vigorously, she ascended quickly, breaking free from George’s dream in just a few blinks.
Returning to the gray-and-white world of dreams, she hurriedly rolled back into her dream palace, like a butterfly escaping a spider’s web.
The succubus’s body was becoming increasingly sensitive; she must not allow it to affect her reason.
Jima dove into the icy water bath, and after driving away the feelings of warmth inside her, she finally exhaled comfortably.
“Almost lost myself again.”
But losing herself was not a big deal; in George’s dream, he was not a physical entity. At worst, it would just be a spring dream.
Yet, what terrified her more than losing herself was the thought that had crossed her mind earlier.
Previously, she had ironically thought it was quite comforting and that it would be better to continue deceiving him, playing around together indefinitely.
Jima firmly tugged the tip of her tail. “No, I can’t do this.”
What troubled her was not the dignity of men.
If male dignity used to be a massive mountain, it was now worn down to just a small earthen wall. At most, it would leave her feeling slightly embarrassed when her mind calmed down, unable to withstand the stirring heart.
What frightened her, even to the point of terror, was the truth.
Just think, one day, I’ll be wearing a white wedding dress, standing in front of George, gripping his hand…
Imagining the scene, Jima visualized George, smiling blissfully by the edge of the bath.
She clasped her hands and smiled:
“Hello, actually I used to be a man.”
The imagined George in front of her looked slightly embarrassed but retained his smile, saying:
“I don’t care.”
Indeed, who cares what the seductive and flirtatious succubus’s previous gender was?
“When I was a man, I shared the bed with at least over a hundred women, with a fixed count reaching thirty.”
George’s smile dimmed a bit as he replied, “I truly don’t care.”
“You find the number thirty familiar, don’t you? George, you’re smart.” Jima revealed her cute little tiger teeth, and George’s smile slowly faded. She cruelly stated, “That’s right, I am the Demon King Jima, the one you killed in bed, absolutely true.”
George was stunned as if struck by lightning, staring at her and said, “Say that again.”
“I am the Demon King Jima, reborn as a succubus, and have met you again.”
Without a second word, George pulled out a holy sword from behind, shouting angrily: “Damn it, I’ll cut you down.”
“I’m pregnant with your child.”
Tears streamed down George’s face as he swung his sword toward Jima’s chest. When the sword tip touched her chest, both it and George shattered like broken glass, vanishing away.
Jima tilted her head back, pretending to have been stabbed fiercely, lying on the bath, giggling, laughing, and as the laughter stopped, she stared blankly at the ceiling of the bath, speaking to herself:
“This is my fate.”
“There is no lie in this world that can deceive George forever; one day he will uncover it with his human lie detector.” She said clearly to herself, “Proactively confessing, getting pregnant, and choosing the right time to confess are the best I can do. The only outcome left is death. I must not hold onto even the slightest hope.”
Having said that, she stayed in the icy water for a few more minutes.
After splashing her face with a handful of icy water, she got out, took a warm shower, and comfortably dried herself off. Looking at the spacious “dream palace,” her mood lifted, shaking off the earlier displeasure.
Life was so delightful; why worry about the flashy future?
Having come to that realization, she returned to the real world.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a ginger cat curled up sleeping beside her blanket, sleeping soundly and even snoring slightly.
How can a cat sleep so carefree without a worry, especially since I’ve given it that? No way…
Jima raised her hand, about to wake up Li’anx cat, but caught a glimpse of Evie Frostleaf, who was lying far away on a low bed, separated by a thin curtain.
It was not soundproof at all; if Li’anx cat made a noise, it would be troublesome.
Jima thought, retracting her hand and closing her eyes to sleep.
The next morning.
In George’s tent, he openly shared Jima’s information and stated his decision without reservation.
Upon hearing Commander George’s decision, the soldiers’ expressions changed immediately. Anyone would be uneasy at the thought of playing hide-and-seek with beastmen in the wilderness and forests. It was akin to plunging into the sea, slashing one’s wrist, and playing tag with sharks.
“Who agrees, who opposes?”
Jima raised her hand high, saying, “Such a wise and powerful decision, I would lift both my legs if I could.”
As a staunch opposition, the accompanying priest said, “I abstain.”
Jima looked at him in surprise.
“What is there to say? Since Commander, you have made up your mind…” The accompanying priest sighed heavily, intending to speak when…
Evie Frostleaf suddenly said, “Our army will definitely be defeated.”
The accompanying priest was stunned, noticing the grinning succubus Jima, realizing that the taciturn silver-haired elf was mimicking his words. He shook his head and said, “The roasted meat last night was delicious; good things always come at a cost. Chapter 6, Section 3: ‘Whatever sweetness the devil offers, it will pay back a thousand-fold in the future.’ I didn’t expect that future would come so swiftly, so swiftly.”
As he spoke, the accompanying priest took out a piece of paper from his robe and earnestly said to Commander George, “If the army is annihilated and our soldiers are devoured by beastmen, you must break through and deliver my last words to the chapel for my family.”
George replied, “You’re too pessimistic; there are only a thousand beastmen. Jima can mislead them and trick them around.”
The accompanying priest shook his head emphatically: “If it were that simple, why wouldn’t the succubus go to Greywood Mountain alone, mislead the beastmen, and get what she wants? You must not refuse my request.”
George took the last words and said, “Alright.”
The accompanying priest said nothing further, picked up a hammer from beside him, walked towards the tent’s entrance, then paused, turned around, and said, “Oh, one more thing.”
“What is it?”
The accompanying priest shook his head. “Our army will definitely be defeated.”
With that, he pushed open the tent and left.
Jima remarked, “He’s really persistent with his catchphrase.”
The army set out in the morning, and before George left, he repeatedly emphasized to Melon Village that there were beastmen marauding nearby with a force in the thousands; one village had already fallen, making the villagers turn pale and hurry to pack their things to flee.
The hundred-man army, fully armed, set off toward Greywood Mountain. They only knew they were to battle the beastmen today.
Unable to disclose secrets due to military discipline, the accompanying priest kept muttering his catchphrase, while the soldiers paid no mind, their morale high as they marched forward.
By noon.
A soldier anxiously approached George, asking, “When do we start fighting?”
“Do you remember the battle plan?”
“I do,” the soldier replied. “Prioritize exterminating small warbands to avoid leaking information early.”
Jima, riding with her back bent seemingly doing something, raised her right hand and shouted, “Stop!”
She was fully armed today, wearing a leather corset and a brown hooded cloak, the corset accentuating her slender waist, with a circle of potion bottles stuck on top.
George called out, “All troops, halt, halt!”
Almost simultaneously, the soldiers stopped, looking nervously and excitedly at the trees.
George rode over to Jima’s side, asking, “What’s going on?”
Jima held a small copper basin filled with water, bent down, and shielded herself from the sun with her cloak, saying, “I can see that the beastmen are very close to us, very close.”
“We’re going to annihilate them.”
Jima said mysteriously, “Yes, now is a good time; when sheeps start bleating, it will be our victory moment.”
George responded, “Be serious, don’t joke around.”
“Aren’t soothsayers supposed to be mysterious?” Jima shrugged. Just as she was about to continue speaking…
Suddenly, several beastmen roared out from the forest, rustling the leaves.
“Form ranks! Form ranks! Right hill, right hill.”
The soldiers immediately aligned in formation to the right, shields at the ready, spears positioned. George galloped to the front of the formation.
But there, only the leaves trembled; there wasn’t a single beastman in the woods, only the continuous roars coming from afar.
“Don’t be so nervous; those two groups of beastmen are fighting on the other side of the hill.” Jima said, “As long as we surround them, we can annihilate them completely.”
“So coincidental?”
“Of course it is—just kidding.” Jima patted her slightly heaving chest, “How’s my stirring up?”
Seeing Jima’s tail exaggeratedly perked up, George could only say: “Impressive.”
He commanded the soldiers to disperse.
