Chapter 141: Birthday Gift (Part 2)
“Be strict in confession, lenient in resistance!”
This is what Ji Ma was thinking as she knelt before the table. With a vast power discrepancy, her side face was pressed hard against the tabletop. Ji Ma’s golden eyes turned upwards, and she saw George’s cold profile staring down at her, his azure eyes looking down from a position of authority.
She revealed a look of surprise, her brows slightly raised, tinged with a hint of disbelief and sadness, as if Ji Ma were completely innocent.
“George, what are you doing?”
George’s hand gripping Ji Ma’s horn trembled slightly before he steadied himself and uttered a few words:
“Yes or no.”
Ji Ma heard Jenna’s voice beside her: “George, why are you so angry today? It’s rare for us to gather together.”
Yay, there’s a naive saint here too.
Ji Ma said, “Sister Jenna, please tell George to let go, it hurts.”
“George, can you just talk properly?” Ji Ma, with her face pressed against the table, saw Jenna walk over to George.
George’s voice remained steadfast: “No, wait for her response.”
“Meow! Meow!”
A plump orange cat rushed over and bit George’s wrist. Today he was rare in not wearing armor, so his wrist was exposed. Even with the cat’s teeth sunken into him, George didn’t let go.
Ji Ma felt a pang in her nose, her eyes misty, a tear rolling down her cheek and dripping onto the table as she tried to suppress her crying:
“Am I still an untrustworthy demon in the end?”
Such superb acting, such infectiousness. Jenna couldn’t help it and placed her hands on George’s arms, saying:
“George, can you just let go?”
“If you don’t know the context of the situation, can you just stand by and watch?”
Jenna hesitated, removing her hands from George’s arms, saying: “Fine.”
“Now, Ji Ma, can you answer?”
“I prepared the ingredients specifically for today, starting from two in the afternoon—”
“You only need to answer yes or no.”
Ji Ma hesitated, her lips moving as she said: “Yes, I can appreciate the beauty of a woman’s body.”
She couldn’t see Jenna’s expression, but she could hear Jenna gasp in surprise.
Even Jenna, no matter how naive, realized that teaching wasn’t just simple instruction. Because the excitement she couldn’t hide while teaching hand-in-hand was genuine.
Jenna asked, “You… are you a lesbian?”
“As a succubus, I never question where pleasure comes from.”
Here she quoted a famous saying about the Blood God: the Blood God never asks where blood comes from.
“I’m sorry, Frostleaf,” George suddenly said, “I owe you an apology.”
From a distance came Eve Frostleaf’s cold voice: “Huh?”
“Was Ji Ma just blackmailing you into dancing with her? I saw you seemed unwilling while dancing with her, and Ji Ma had too many little tricks up her sleeve.”
This guy surprisingly can read so much from an elf’s nasty face.
Ji Ma quickly said: “George! What are you pretending for? Clearly excited to see two beautiful women dancing together, I can smell your eagerness.”
“I admit you’re not wrong,” George said, “But I cannot accept your blackmail of Frostleaf, and your motives and actions always carry a hint of mockery.”
Taking advantage of George’s defense, Ji Ma quickly browsed through the text area, searching for pre-written statements.
Damn it! Not a single one matched.
Is there anyone who can teach me what to say at this moment that won’t let George hear that I’m blackmailing Frostleaf but can still warn Frostleaf that if she testifies against me, I’ll expose everything about her?
Frostleaf said, “Right.”
“Frostleaf! I just discovered that you secretly hid the book I wrote—umm.”
George’s index and middle fingers were shoved into Ji Ma’s mouth, pressing against her soft tongue. Ji Ma bit his fingers hard, but couldn’t seem to make a dent. Saliva dripped down her mouth, and she could only make muffled sounds.
George said, “Since it’s something that would embarrass Frostleaf, it’s better not to say it.”
Frostleaf’s voice came: “Thank you.”
It sounded a bit disappointed; this masochist should have been looking forward to being publicly exposed.
George said, “If you promise not to reveal Frostleaf’s secrets, I’ll take my fingers out of your mouth. If you agree, make a sound.”
Ji Ma rolled her eyes, glaring at George, her eyelids drooping, making a sound.
George pulled his fingers out, dripping with sticky saliva.
“Ha, I can barely breathe,” Ji Ma said. “Fine, I admit I’m infatuated with women and a bit carried away, so can you let go of my horn?”
“Ji Ma,” Jenna’s voice was flat, as though speaking to a stranger, “Why did you fail me before?”
To set George up for a green hat.
Of course, Ji Ma wouldn’t say that. She said:
“I must admit, part of the motivation was a pursuit of desire; I am enchanted by your body but am afraid of scaring you away, so I deceived you in grading. You’re a good girl.” (Such beautiful, big-breasted, strong, and easily deceived women hardly exist now.)
Jenna, a bit angry, said, “You’ve been playing with me.”
“I’m not done; I’ve always worried about losing to George, so I pulled you in together to avoid failure. I don’t want to give birth; I hate children.” Ji Ma tried to explain the green hat situation in a way that seemed harmless.
“These are all true words.” Ji Ma closed her eyes and relaxed, “George, do whatever you want.”
Ji Ma felt she had performed well.
Men often have an inexplicable confidence and fantasy about women. If a man discovers that his girlfriend is being flirted with by another woman, he often entertains fantasies of a threesome, not considering the woman as a rival. This ridiculous fantasy has led many men to wear green hats.
Ji Ma thought from George’s perspective. If she found out her own wife was bisexual and coveted other women, she would certainly feel secretly pleased, because that meant harmony in the harem.
But George didn’t let go and asked:
“I’m now asking you with the greatest malice; you only need to answer yes or no. If you’re wrong, I’ll apologize to you, Ji Ma.”
“Does your infatuation with Jenna outweigh your worries about failure?”
A direct military strike at the outset!
Ji Ma’s skill in lying with the truth was simple: to break down motivations into primary and secondary motivations, and then present them together while using rhetoric to embellish the primary motivation so it doesn’t sound so bad, misleading the other party.
She measured the gains and losses, saying: “Yes.”
Ji Ma heard Jenna’s disappointed sigh, feeling as if a piece of her heart was dug out. After all her hard work to deceive Jenna, she was now being snatched away by this guy, feeling extremely displeased about losing a woman.
“Does your act of putting a green hat on me represent an insult?”
“It has a bit of a prank-like meaning, I guess.”
George suddenly stood up and crossed the table. Ji Ma heard a rush of wind, followed by a crisp slap that reverberated throughout the palace.
Ji Ma only felt a fiery sting on her right buttock, making her eyes redden.
“Only answer yes or no.”
“I…”
“Slap!”
Now there was a sharp pain on her left buttock. George’s strength was so great that Ji Ma’s buttocks lifted slightly.
Ji Ma, tears streaming down, said: “Yes.”
“Did you sell my treasured armor?”
“No.”
“Then what did you do with my armor? You may only answer yes or no besides this time.”
“I… I mortgaged it for thirty thousand gold coins.” Ji Ma confessed all, “Half was invested in Jenna’s father’s casino, and the other half was used for enjoying life and improving my skills. I had no choice; I was just too poor, and the Demon King’s treasury only gave me a bit of gold.”
“Crack…”
Ji Ma heard a subtle cracking sound of knuckles, knowing this was because George’s fist was clenched too tightly, gripping her horn even harder as Ji Ma’s side face was pressed down on the table.
A chilling rush of wind erupted, and then a smack landed hard on Ji Ma’s buttocks, so strong that it made her tail droop down, her body shaking as her buttocks went numb from the pain.
“Woo woo woo….”
“How do you enjoy life?”
“By buying good food and good clothes.”
“Anything else?”
“…..”
“I’ll give you five seconds; five, four…”
“I went to support fallen women and girls.”
“Explain what you mean by ‘support’?”
Without a doubt, explaining afterward would likely lead to her being spanked to pieces.
Ji Ma couldn’t help but burst into tears, tears streaming down her face, landing on the table. “It hurts… woo woo woo… don’t hit me anymore, please.”
The smacks did not continue.
Ji Ma continued crying: “I’m sorry, truly sorry… Can you let go of my horn so I can apologize to you…”
“George, I’m sorry too… I’ll change, I know I was wrong, and I promise to be a good wife tonight.”
George sighed lightly. What could he do with Ji Ma? She is lustful, vulgar, greedy, and loves to deceive, yet he discovered that even knowing all this, he still loves this bad woman. No matter how angry he got, he couldn’t bear to hit her face, preferring to spank her instead.
George let go, and Ji Ma unsteadily stood up, first rubbing her sore buttocks before looking at the other two women.
Jenna crossed her arms, looking at her unhappily. And Eve Frostleaf looked on with a hint of envy in her cold eyes.
Ji Ma’s golden eyes were moist and red. She reached out to George, removing the orange cat hanging from his wrist, hugging it to her chest, raising her tear-streaked face, looking pitiful.
She choked out: “George, did it hurt you when she bit you?”
George softened, shaking his head: “No.”
“I have something to tell you,” Ji Ma said, “And that is—**! The Dream Palace is my turf!”
No sooner had she finished speaking than a deep crack suddenly opened under George’s feet, swallowing him.
“George!”
“George!”
The two women exclaimed, rushing to save George.
Ji Ma, holding the cat, opened her wings, flapping them, soaring swiftly. The ceiling above her opened up spontaneously.
“This is how I escape!”
Ji Ma offered a mocking remark, not paying attention to her still-painful buttocks, flying quickly through the opening in the ceiling. Simultaneously, she controlled the materials room, sending over the puppet she created, enabling her to use the “Doppelgänger Technique” to buy time for her escape.
“Bang!”
A loud crash came from below and a roar followed: “Ji Ma!!!”
That guy was definitely coming after her.
Ji Ma immediately tossed the orange cat behind her and conjured a short spear, throwing it to Lianxi, saying: “Hold them off for me.”
“Obey… your command! Master.”
Ji Ma fled like the wind.
