Chapter 103: George
Jima lay lazily on the warm bed like a cat, while the cat-eared maid Lianxi was diligently kneeling beside Jima, massaging her thighs with great effort.
The room was neither big nor small, just right to host Jima, this controversial guest, in the space-constrained castle.
The decor was ordinary, with fine cracks visible on the stone walls. A mounted moose head hung on one wall, and the fireplace below was crackling with a lively fire. The dancing flames fell on Jima’s curvaceous body, lighting up her thin silk nightgown and illuminating her golden eyes.
The room was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere, the temperature warm, seemingly matching the body heat of the succubus lying in bed, making one want to embrace her, to try.
There was a knock at the door, followed by George’s voice from outside.
“Jima, it’s me.”
Lianxi raised an eyebrow.
Jima turned over, rubbing her legs together, producing the gentle sound of silk brushing against silk. Her short nightgown slipped, revealing a snow-white absolute territory. “Come in, the door isn’t locked.”
As George pushed the door open, he immediately witnessed this ambiguous scene, and his heart raced.
Jima propped her face on one hand, lying on the bed, her pale tail lazily lifted and swatting Lianxi. Dressed in a short skirt and white silk maid outfit, Lianxi couldn’t detract from Jima’s radiance in the least. She obediently got off the bed and stood by, looking up at George with puffed cheeks.
George suddenly realized that his gaze had lingered too long on the elusive areas of Jima’s body. He closed the door and locked it, sealing the room in springtime warmth.
He approached Jima, cleared his throat, and said, “Jima, I have something serious to discuss with you.”
“Oh?” Jima raised her dark horns slightly, her golden eyes flickering with flames that ignited a fire in George’s heart. “Don’t you want to do something less serious?”
George glanced at Lianxi beside him and replied, “I do, but only after we address the serious matter.”
“How honest of you.” Jima’s voice was exceptionally seductive, whispering like a rustle against his ear, “A lustful brave man.”
“Can you take me to the Obsidian Pass?” George’s tone became serious as he tried to ignore Jima’s continuously swaying tail, asking, “I want to participate in the battle at Obsidian Pass.”
“Of course, I’ll take you to the Obsidian Pass tomorrow.” Jima said, “The scale of the Green Tide is unprecedented; it would be abnormal for you not to go. Now…”
Suddenly, Jima knelt up from the bed, half of the silk blanket slipping down onto the bed.
George’s heart raced; it was a primal urge to conquer and feel satisfied just being in the presence of such a beautiful and alluring girl like Jima.
Jima moved two steps closer, embraced George, resting her head gently against his chest, listening to the drumming of his heartbeat while drawing circles on his chest, saying:
“Shall we do something less serious?”
George tightened his embrace around Jima, lifting her up. She felt soft in his arms, her head resting on his shoulder, and it didn’t help that she whispered sweet nothings in his ear, breathing warm breath against him.
George’s hands explored around Jima’s waist.
Jima was ticklish, her waist tightening at George’s touch, the sensations of softness and firmness clashing around his fingers.
Jima protested breathlessly, “That tickles!”
George increased the pressure of his hands, and as Jima stopped being ticklish, her waist slowly relaxed.
The dark-haired beauty in his arms looked at him with longing eyes, her eyelashes fluttering with anticipation, and George couldn’t help but think…
“Achoo! Achoo!”
The merciless sneezing from Lianxi shattered the romantic moment.
George turned his head to see Lianxi, cheeks puffed like a pufferfish, her red cat ears standing straight up, glaring at him.
Feeling embarrassed, George withdrew his hands from Jima’s clothing and glanced at her. Jima playfully winked at him, not asking Lianxi to leave.
George quickly understood Jima’s intention; this mischievous woman had intentionally arranged for the maid Lianxi to prevent things from slipping out of control.
Jima slightly pushed him away, tilted her head, gently tugged at her collar to reveal her exquisite collarbone and slightly exposed chest, sticking out her pink tongue to lick her cherry lips.
George immediately pressed his lips against hers, trailing down to her collarbone.
His breath fell onto Jima’s neck as she closed her eyes, inhaling the peach blossom scent, relaxing completely while allowing George to embrace her and plant kisses on her neck and collarbone.
Finally, George hugged Jima tightly, as if he wanted to meld her into his chest. Jima felt her ribs slightly deform under the pressure, but she stayed silent, resting her chin on George’s shoulder, with flames still burning in her golden eyes, mixed with a hint of pride.
As long as I’m willing to sell a little flesh, George will come to me like a good dog… This sense of satisfaction and joy must be the nature of a succubus.
Her tail swayed with delight.
Suddenly, George’s voice came from behind her ear, “Jima, when will the imperial army clash with the green-skinned army?”
Jima replied, “Soon.”
“It’ll be fighting by tomorrow, right?”
Jima’s tail suddenly stiffened.
Last night, Jenna had explicitly told her that the imperial army would clash with the green-skinned army at noon today. But just now, she promised George, “I’ll take you to the Obsidian Pass tomorrow,” easily implying that the battle was to be fought tomorrow, and then she quickly started whispering sweet nothings and doing “less serious things,” leaving no time for George to think.
“Looks like I didn’t trick you after all.” Jima knew that once George became suspicious, she had no space to lie, “Yes, it’ll be today. The green-skinned army will engage the empire, and the outcome is uncertain.”
“How long?”
“Noon.”
“Take me there.”
“Take you where?!” Jima suddenly used all her strength to push him away, while lifting her long white leg to kick, “Are you always on guard against me?”
“Yes, but I love you.”
“Hmph, I’m not pleased.” Jima crossed her legs, sitting down with her black and white stockings intertwined, folding her arms, “I won’t take you. This time, the scale of the Green Tide is unprecedented, it’s overwhelming. Before such a large force, even the strongest seems insignificant.”
Jima paused and continued:
“Of course, the more I say this, the more you want to go. A fool like you, who loves to sell himself for others’ sake, so why should I take you?”
“For Pro—”
“Oh, sentient beings, I understand. Struggling hard, risking lives to advance, only to end up as someone else’s tool.”
“And honor.”
“Just someone else’s praise, a fleeting moment when lips touch.”
“…Fame and wealth.”
“To put those last? No saving you.” Jima waved her hand, saying, “Farewell, you can leave now.”
George looked directly into Jima’s eyes, speaking each word firmly, “You must take me.”
Jima fell silent for a moment and said, “Then you must promise that I can use you to gain some sort of hiring fee from the Emperor.”
“Of course.”
“Good, you can scram.”
Three seconds later, George was kicked out of the ambiguous room, the door slamming shut behind him.
Jima vigorously locked the door, worry filling her eyes.
In these small matters, she couldn’t rely on selling flesh to deceive George.
If she really were the demon lord, wouldn’t her secret be exposed sooner or later?
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① Armored Garb: Speaking of which, my armored garb has arrived, it’s pretty sturdy. I’m thinking of when to wear the Gothic breastplate; how about taking a photo? … As long as everyone doesn’t mind the fat shut-in.
