Chapter 41: Jima Green Tea
Poor Lianxi Cat, beautifully lying in Jima’s arms, was suddenly thrown away, and her body fell into the void, plummeting from the third-floor terrace.
“Meow!”
She exclaimed, twisting her body in a panic, her claws grasping the edge of the terrace. The cat’s paw slipped on the marble terrace with a滑声, and she fell towards the ground.
“Meow~~~”
Jima glanced at Lianxi Cat, and with a thought, a large fluffy cloud appeared beneath her, enveloping the orange cat, who bounced a few times before coming to a stop.
Jima jumped off the terrace, momentarily forgetting to call for “Kintoun,” gliding towards Eve Frostleaf and George, who were lying on the grass.
George was dressed in dirty combat gear; military life was harsh, and there was rarely an opportunity to wash clothes.
And this guy, he was hugging the long-legged silver-haired elf so tightly while wearing such filthy clothing.
Jima clenched her teeth as she stepped towards the pair.
Eve Frostleaf, with her forehead resting against George’s chest, was covered in dust, her expression serene… but that wasn’t the main point. Her long legs, wrapped in silver threads, had several rips from battles, exposing her recently healed snow-white skin.
But that wasn’t the focus either; the focus was:
Eve Frostleaf’s long legs were actually wrapped around George.
“Where’s the proud elf you promised? Didn’t you say humans are an inferior race, close relatives to monkeys? Why are you so eager…”
Jima’s jealousy flared as she leaned down, reaching for Eve Frostleaf’s thigh.
How infuriating! I’ve never even touched it, and that little punk George gets it all.
Jima tugged at Eve Frostleaf’s thigh, grabbing her ankle and pulling it outwards, once, twice, three times.
Eve Frostleaf was gradually pulled away from George’s embrace.
With the silver threads torn, it ironically added a different kind of allure, and Jima couldn’t help but reach out to Eve Frostleaf’s calf.
But at that moment, a chill shot towards Jima’s face. She looked in the direction of the coldness and found Eve Frostleaf staring at her coldly, her eyes wide open.
“Ahaha.” Jima felt the awkwardness of being a thief caught on the spot, quickly retracting her hand from Eve Frostleaf’s leg.
Eve Frostleaf’s long legs lightly touched the ground as she stood up. Even though she was dirty and her emerald cloak had a dark red stain of blood, and her silver threads were tattered with several holes, her gaze was sharp, as if surrounded by an aura of coldness, with her stunning face radiating a “no trespassing” vibe.
Jima couldn’t help but take two steps back, feeling somewhat resentful.
Damn, this woman sleeps so lightly. I just wanted to touch her thigh, but she’s staring at me like that; it’s so annoying… Wait, why should I be afraid? On paper, I’m George’s lover, and I was here first.
As Jima thought of this, she put her hands on her hips and glared back at the taller Eve Frostleaf, who seemed to summon all her pride, slightly raising her chin, and stared back at Jima.
The two stared at each other like that, a standoff lasting nearly ten minutes. Jima felt exhausted standing for that long, and casually snapped her fingers, a lounge chair appearing beneath her, as she sat down to continue staring at Eve Frostleaf.
But just sitting didn’t feel quite right; Jima extended her hand, and a glass cup appeared filled with cola and ice. She sipped through the straw, drinking a few mouthfuls of cola.
Finally, Eve Frostleaf spoke up:
“Succubus, you really have a good interest.”
“How could I not?” Jima smiled. “It’s not every day that I get to test the feel of Sister Frostleaf’s long legs with my own hands; I can hardly contain my happiness.”
Eve Frostleaf replied, “Exercise more and sit less; you still have hope.”
Jima didn’t care at all, saying, “It’s fine. After all, long legs belong to others, and I can still touch them. But Sister Frostleaf, your pride as a high elf seems to be lacking a bit.”
After saying that, she shifted her gaze to George and said meaningfully:
“You’re really holding on tight; George is still stinky all over. Sister Frostleaf, you must not have had any experience at all, given how grown up you are?”
A chill rushed over, and it felt like frost daggers were shooting out of Eve Frostleaf’s eyes as she said:
“Lack of experience can be learned, but Sister Jima, bodily matters cannot be forced.”
After saying that, her gaze acted like a rasp, scraping up and down Jima’s slightly heaving chest.
“Wow, so cold.” The corners of Jima’s mouth twitched slightly; Eve Frostleaf had hit her weak spot.
Jima always disliked this body; to sum it up, it was too weak with its thin arms and legs, always prone to getting heated.
But Jima didn’t give up on fighting back, saying:
“Well, I can teach you then. The first time is very important, but often the experience is quite poor. If you have an experienced, knowledgeable mentor to guide you, both parties will be very happy the first time.”
After that, Jima deliberately showed an ambiguous look, tilting her head while looking at the icy Eve Frostleaf, raising her hand, her fingers moving in the air as if stroking some tubular object.
“Just so happens, I’ve had three times with George, and I’m quite skilled. Don’t look at me like that; I’m really very tolerant. Even if George takes in a hundred little wives, I’m fine with it.”
On the matter of little wives, Jima raised her voice.
“You!” Eve Frostleaf increasingly found the pure smile on Jima’s face quite annoying.
No wonder George always liked to knock her on the head.
“Those who indulge see indulgence.” Eve Frostleaf said, “My relationship with him is purely that of comrades.”
“Oh? So I misunderstood you, Sister Frostleaf.” Jima said, “But you really are holding on tight. Isn’t that the standard position in bed? Did Sister Frostleaf not study it, or are you just naturally adept?”
“I say it’s pure, then it is pure.”
“Then I might take offense.” Jima asked: “You and George really have no relationship at all?”
“No.”
“Good, I’m not a jealous woman.” How infuriating! George, how could you have made the first move?
Jima stood up and suddenly looked past Eve Frostleaf towards George, exclaiming, “George, when did you wake up?”
Eve Frostleaf rarely lost her composure, leaning slightly back as she quickly turned her head to look at George.
George was still lying on the grass, sleeping peacefully.
Jima looked at Eve Frostleaf with a smile.
Eve Frostleaf blushed slightly and said, “I don’t care about his opinion; I’m only concerned about a comrade’s injuries.”
“Really holding on tight.”
Eve Frostleaf looked at Jima.
Jima repeated, “Really holding on tight.”
Eve Frostleaf frowned, saying, “Say it again?”
“Really holding on tight.”
Eve Frostleaf was so angry her ears turned red, saying, “Shut up!”
“Those long legs really hold on tight.”
With a sudden sound, Eve Frostleaf actually drew her silver sword in anger.
Jima jumped in surprise and dashed past Eve Frostleaf, landing on George, who had just sat up, saying, “George, you finally woke up. Are you okay?”
After saying that, she poured the chilled cola over his head to help him wake up quickly, so he could see the noble elf holding a sword, persecuting the innocent and adorable succubus.
“Frostleaf, what are you doing with the sword?”
Before Eve Frostleaf could respond, Jima interjected, “I was just discussing with her the matter of her wrapping her legs around your waist earlier, and she was going to use the sword to cut me.”
Eve Frostleaf wanted to retract her sword but realized it was too late. She opened her mouth to defend herself but felt it was futile and simply shut her mouth.
Jima was even happier.
Hehe, I’m a master at sowing discord.
“So that’s the case,” George asked, “Did you intentionally upset Frostleaf?”
