Chapter 53: Truthful Confession for Leniency
In front of George, Jima felt powerless like a baby. She was tossed onto the bed, rolled onto her side, sat up, and George’s tall figure came pressing down on her.
In this situation, Jima immediately thought of coercion. She quickly closed her legs, hugged her knees, pressing them against her shoulders, and looked at George.
George extinguished the divine emblem, and the room returned to darkness.
There was a strong atmosphere for that kind of activity… Jima’s tail swayed nervously back and forth on the bedsheet, and she sniffed the faint scent of peach blossoms.
Her anxiety grew heavier, and at the same time.
Jima watched George’s tall figure approach the bed, and each step seemed to echo in her heart.
A strange feeling rose in her heart; she was not unfamiliar with this feeling, but she had only felt it towards beautiful women.
It was “sexual arousal”! She couldn’t believe she was having that reaction to him.
Jima was both shocked and embarrassed. This was the first time; previously, George only brought her a sense of satiety and pleasure. This time, it was a genuine desire for mating.
Although the feeling was not intense, it still stirred up a storm in Jima’s heart.
What was happening? Was it that a virgin had brought a hero’s charm, and the counterpart would inevitably fall for his protagonist halo?
Just as Jima was lost in thought.
George sat on the bed.
In Jima’s mind, various dissonant actions emerged. Her butt instinctively moved backward until her back bumped against the bedside table, stopping her.
“Jima,” George said, “what exactly is going on?”
Jima secretly sighed in relief; as long as it wasn’t “the punishment of love,” it was fine.
“I’m sorry, I deceived you.” Jima carefully selected her words, feeling the nightgown tighter, “I was afraid, afraid you would lock me in the sanctum.”
George did not show disappointment; he picked up the empty test tube and asked, “What is this about?”
This was a question Jima was very reluctant to answer. She replied, “This… this… actually is… hehehe.”
She couldn’t hold back her face and suddenly burst into laughter.
George wore a serious expression, and under the pressure of his blue eyes, Jima fell silent. When she couldn’t change the subject, she whispered, “I just didn’t think of how to lie.”
“I won’t harm you.”
Jima gently shook her head, her big eyes blinking like an innocent fawn.
“I won’t lock you in the sanctum.”
It was the truth, but Jima was unsure. When George realized she would become stronger and stronger, to the point he couldn’t control her, would he lock her up in the sanctum’s dungeon? After all, as her power grew, the slave contract would gradually lose its effectiveness.
George’s insistence made her feel worried, worried about her future fate, but she knew she couldn’t muddle through today.
Jima turned her head, looking at the tightly closed window, and fell silent for a moment.
“Based on my inherited memories, I refined the Nightmare Potion. You should know this mainstream advancement technique.” Jima’s tone was very calm, in stark contrast to her youthful appearance, “I just drank the potion and was backlashed by the nightmare.”
She finished speaking. The whole room was very quiet.
George broke the silence, “Will you continue drinking the potion?”
“Mm.”
Jima was mentally prepared to be locked in the sanctum dungeon. Throughout, she constantly harbored a wishful thought that George would unexpectedly decide to let her go, but she continually suppressed that expectation.
The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. It was better to be prepared for the worst; that way, when the time came, she could at least face her tragic fate calmly.
“Alright, next time you drink the potion, be sure to tell me.”
“Mm?”
All the suppressed expectations flooded her mind at this moment. Jima cautiously looked at George and asked, anxious that George might backtrack.
“The potion is the riskiest method of advancement. When drinking the potion, there must be a guardian.” George stared into Jima’s eyes and said seriously.
“And then?”
“It’s best to have ritual protection as well.”
“Is there anything else?”
“That’s it.”
“No, I mean, don’t you want to lock away a demon who is becoming stronger and out of your control?”
Jima’s heart raced; she feared that her question had reminded George, but she was also very curious.
“If a person becomes my servant and learns about the mysterious advancement potion, planning to drink it to advance, do I have to lock him in the sanctum?” George asked back in confusion, “Why? Is it illegal for a servant to drink the potion?”
Jima looked at the blue-eyed youth in front of her, who was serious. She suddenly realized that George really held no prejudice against her, treating her like a person rather than viewing her as a future criminal.
So foolish, both naive and simple.
The tension in her muscles relaxed, and all her previous worries transformed into an impulse that surged to her eyes. For some reason, her eyes became slightly moist.
“But…” George continued.
Jima’s heart sank.
“I can guess what your occupation likely is; if you engage in evil deeds, I will judge you.” George continued, “That could very well be a death sentence.”
Although Jima’s chest ached a bit, she still relaxed, saying, “You scared me.”
“Then, Jima, have you done anything previously for your own gain that harmed the lives of innocent people?”
Jima pondered.
It seemed she had not committed murder, arson, robbery, or plunder. She replied, “No.”
“That’s good.” George stood up, “I won’t ask you about your extraordinary abilities; someone once said they are like people’s underwear and shouldn’t be casually exposed to others.”
She passed the test.
Jima felt weak all over, her joints itchy, just wanting to lie down on the bed.
“By the way, but you lied.” George lit a candle and took out a score sheet from somewhere, “You deceived me into making the potion; that’s three points off, lying is two points off, lying again is two points off.”
“Wait.” Jima almost jumped up from the bed, looking at the score sheet and realizing she was only two points away from being spanked, “You’re taking personal revenge.”
“You can check the rules.”
“Well, forget it; I won’t be spanked again anyway.” Suddenly, a loud growl came from Jima’s stomach, “I’m so hungry.”
George in front of her started to blur.
“Jima, what’s wrong with you?”
“I…”
At that moment, Jima finally noticed the strange feeling in her body. Her joints ached, especially her spine, as if there were a force tugging at her bones. A wave of hunger surged; it wasn’t the hunger of lacking “energy” but rather like the hunger of not having eaten for days.
“Hungry, really hungry.” Jima plunged into George’s arms, “My clothes are so tight.”
“Hang on; I’ll go get someone to bring food.” George lifted Jima, placed her back on the bed, and rushed out.
Urgent footsteps sounded outside the door.
Jima felt very uncomfortable.
Could this be a side effect of the advancement?
Jima opened her personal panel and didn’t see any debuffs.
Could it be?
Her hand brushed against the horns on her head; they were longer and thicker than she remembered.
I’ve grown?
When Jima touched the hem of her nightgown, it was indeed a bit shorter; she was growing taller.
Before long, the door was pushed open. George came in holding a basket of apples.
“Eat these first to fill your stomach; the kitchen has started baking bread.”
Jima grabbed an apple, bit into it, and the sourness almost made her frown. She didn’t like eating apples, especially sour ones. But in less than fifteen minutes, the basket was empty except for apple cores.
Next came the freshly baked bread. Jima ate the bread while drinking milk, finishing four jars of milk and six pieces of bread. Her little hands did not stop and directly grabbed the boiled sausage in the onion soup; with a bite, hot soup surged out along with the steam.
“Slow down, slow down.”
After Jima finished an entire sausage, she found the plate empty and felt much better, saying, “I can still eat.”
“The kitchen is still cooking; what’s wrong with you?”
“I’m growing.” Jima felt herself getting taller; she had already taken off her nightgown and was only draped in a sheet, “According to the law of conservation of mass, I need to supplement some food.”
As Jima spoke, her smooth legs intertwined, showing more length than before, already beginning to have some femininity. George realized for the first time that Jima was a woman; he quickly shifted his gaze to her face.
Her youthful features were gradually becoming more defined. Her nose was straighter, and her eyebrows carried a hint of charm. Her short horns had grown longer, slightly curved. Her previously flat chest was also starting to bulge.
George swiftly averted his eyes; he saw Jima’s pure white tail, now carrying a bit of rounded fleshiness, happily swaying left and right. He no longer knew where to look. She was no longer a child.
However, George quickly identified the issue.
“Jima, quickly put your clothes back on.”
“Troublesome.” Jima was unconcerned, picking up the onion soup and gulping it down. The soup ran down her swan-like neck, flowing over her collarbone.
George could no longer tolerate it; he stepped forward and tied the sheet around her, causing Jima to sway unsteadily.
“Mm-mm.” Jima struggled to swallow the soup, putting the empty bowl aside, “There’s no need to rush.”
“You’ve grown up; don’t casually expose your skin.”
Jima sniffed the air, which was fragrant; she tilted her head and smiled at George. George reached out and tapped her head, saying:
“Don’t misuse your charm.”
Jima glanced at her skill panel, clearly seeing she didn’t have a charm skill yet. I really have grown up.
Then, after consuming eight strips of jerky and ten sausages, Jima washed up and lay down on the bed to sleep. George blew out the candle, and the room returned to peaceful darkness.
Jima satisfiedly held her swollen little belly, feeling cheerful. The itching and pain in her knees still lingered; she was still growing. However, she was more concerned about her growth in strength.
She opened her personal panel to check her new abilities.
“Class Name: Nightmare.”
“Into the Dream: Now you can enter the dream world after falling asleep, and you can enter other people’s dreams. You can massively influence and distort the dreams of those around you; for example, you can create erotic dreams to harvest desire or nightmares to instill fear.”
“Seed of Dreams: You can quietly implant dream seeds into dreaming creatures within your sight. Upon entering their dreams, you can directly rush into their dream worlds.”
A skill of a hidden manipulator, capable of causing mischief without being noticed. Countless mischievous operations popped into Jima’s head, such as distorting the dream of an elderly person on the brink of death, pretending to be a deity, and convincing him to donate his inheritance to some lonely and pitiful demon lord.
I just don’t know how far I can distort dreams and need to experiment more.
As Jima pondered, she continued to read.
“Extraordinary Charm: Your charm is hard for mortals to resist; you now possess an invisible deflection field that protects yourself.”
I finally understand. Why do succubi dress so scantily? It turns out they arouse desire in others to strengthen their deflection field.
“Manipulating Desire: You have a stronger grasp of erotic desire; you can manipulate the desire permeating the air without needing to absorb it. You can also use it to enhance the defensive effects of ‘Extraordinary Charm.'”
“Succubus Specialty (New): Now, your body’s flexibility, agility, and control have all risen, and you have an unimaginable talent for dance.”
Case solved! No wonder some succubi start dancing during combat; it turns out they do it to enhance their own defenses.
Scrolling to the bottom of the skill panel, there were no additional skills.
Jima was still very satisfied. Her mind grew heavier, she yawned, and promptly fell asleep.
