I Became a Succubus Girl, But My Life as a Vengeful Demon Lord Isn’t Over! – Chapter 55

Chapter 55: Enthusiastic

In the early morning, the noise of the streets drifted in through the window and landed in Jima’s ears. She opened her eyes, feeling refreshed.

This feeling was like the last time when she battled with the twin maids and their sister maid all night, sleeping beautifully for ten hours before getting up again.

Jima sat up in bed, the light blanket slipping off her smooth shoulder, revealing her bare body. She quickly looked around and was relieved to find George still sleeping on the floor beside her.

“Thank goodness, I didn’t get taken advantage of by that kid.”

“Are you awake?”

George’s voice came.

“I’m not wearing any clothes.”

“There are some on the bedside, see if they fit.”

George politely didn’t turn around. Jima lowered her head and was first met by the sight of two small eggs, causing her mood to become complicated. Should she celebrate that her “airport” had upgraded from a fried egg to a raw egg, or should she sit down and cry, “But I’m a man, sob sob sob.”

She rubbed them and didn’t feel much.

Her body had grown; she could see her slim waist with no fat on her slender legs, which were almost all muscle lines, like a gymnast’s legs.

Jima stood up, unable to resist running her fingers over her legs, sliding down, bending her waist, and her fingers easily reached her toes. Curious about her body’s flexibility, she sat down and effortlessly did the splits.

She jumped up in joy, about to challenge herself with a more difficult move when.

“Jima, don’t just play around.”

“Oh.”

Jima picked up her clothes, trying on each piece. The panties were too tight, no good. Almost everything didn’t fit—her previous clothes were all form-fitting styles. The only thing that barely fit was the hooded cloak.

She looked at the mirror, and saw that she had grown half a head taller than the little succubus girl from yesterday. She had already upgraded from elementary school to a well-developed second-year junior high girl. Finally, she picked up a towel, tied it around her body, and put on the hooded cloak, then wrapped it closed.

“Dressed now.”

George turned around and looked at Jima; her clothes covered almost her entire body—if she didn’t run or jump, that is.

“It can only be this way; you’re growing too fast.”

“I barely have any place to put my wings, and I’ve still got a tail.” Jima’s tail swept across her plump toes.

“I’ll take you shopping for new clothes after my prayers.”

“Okay.”

George turned around, took out the statue from his bag, and set it up. Morning prayers had become a routine for George that never wavered.

Jima felt bored and looked at the pillar by the bed. It could only catch the pads of Jima’s front feet, but she felt confidently that she could jump over and balance on her toes. So, she jumped over, her fair little feet carefully landing on the pillar.

She pushed off again, jumping to the other pillar, her cloak swaying, revealing her lamb-like body behind it. This time, she aimed to jump from the foot of the bed to the head, and with a strong push, she spun twice in the air and landed on the head pillar.

Jima spread her arms like a great roc, her tail raised high; she swayed slightly before steadying herself. Only the bed rocked, making complaining sounds.

“Jima.” George’s voice came from behind, “Your clothes…”

Jima looked down and saw the white towel had fallen on the bed, the cloak swaying in front of her long legs.

“Oh.”

She jumped down, bent over to pick up the towel, utterly ignoring the possibility of exposing herself in the process.

George sighed, turning his head again amid the rustling sounds coming from behind.

“George, I’m even more agile than a monkey now,” Jima said happily.

“The bed is going to break.”

“Oh.”

Jima took a deep breath, the peach blossom fragrance filling her body, bringing a slight blush to her cheeks.

Indeed, utilizing the “innocent” setting allowed her to easily absorb energy. Ha, men.

Jima happily wrapped the towel around her body.

At this moment, outside the door.

Two people stood.

A hotel attendant and a thin man had just arrived at the door when they heard the words “the bed is going to break” along with suspicious creaks from the bed.

The thin man gave the hotel attendant a suggestive smile and said in a low voice, “That girl is so young and yet so lewd. When she grows up—”

“Shut up.”

The hotel attendant said sternly, “Don’t spread unfounded rumors.”

The thin man looked at the hotel attendant in confusion. If he remembered correctly, just a few days ago, the hotel attendant was going around saying that the knight lord stayed in his room all day, only calling for the girl Jima, and they could hear her crying all the time.

Speaking of which, the hotel attendant looked strange today. He was wearing a black formal suit he usually wouldn’t wear, locked deep in his trunk and never borrowed.

This morning, he had taken him along to serve the knight lord.

“What’s wrong with you today?”

“Nothing.” The hotel attendant, recalling last night’s dream, nervously adjusted his collar and said, “Don’t laugh later.”

“You know that no joke has ever made me laugh out loud.”

Having said that, the thin man knocked on the door and said, “My lord, your breakfast has arrived.”

Hearing the noise, Jima sat up straight on the bed, behaving obediently. She crossed her hands and placed them on her thighs, revealing nothing but her ankles.

She remembered that she had seemingly entered a dream world last night. She had discovered important information. Nightmares only consumed her own magical power, different from the “Apostle of Desire’s” ability, which had to draw on “lust.” However, pulling on lust helped recover magical power.

“Coming.”

George walked toward the door. Jima jumped off the bed and followed him barefoot on the carpet.

When the door opened, it revealed the two men. Upon seeing the hotel attendant, Jima immediately confirmed that this guy had been fortunate enough to be chosen to participate in the “human experiment” research last night.

The hotel attendant’s face was somewhat red, awkwardly glancing at George as if in a mental struggle.

Speaking of which, how did I trick him yesterday? I can’t remember. Anyway, as a mature and rational demon king, I definitely wouldn’t pull some exaggerated joke that people could see through at a glance.

Jima focused her gaze on the hotel attendant, waiting. Only by receiving feedback from the experimental subject could she confirm the upgrade requirements for the nightmare.

The hotel attendant handed the serving tray to George with both hands, saying, “My lord, thank you for your tolerance.”

George nodded, accepting the tray with both hands, “I believe that kindness can be repaid with kindness.”

Suddenly, the hotel attendant gritted his teeth. He grabbed the front of his clothes, stripped off his shirt, and pounced toward George’s feet, bare-chested. George reacted instinctively, raising his foot to kick, but then remembered that he was fully armored and the other party hadn’t drawn a weapon. Afraid of hurting him, he took a step back.

The hotel attendant pounced like a starving wolf, tightly embracing George’s steel boots, puckered his lips, and gave them a hard kiss on the toe, making a loud kissing sound.

George froze, and the thin man was stunned, asking, “Are you gay?”

What did I do last night?

Jima covered her face with her hands, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

George shouted, “What are you doing?”

“You don’t understand.” The hotel attendant quickly got up, his face flushed, and bowed to George and Jima respectively, saying, “I’m sorry for the interruption.”

With that, he picked up his shirt, dragged the stunned thin man, and walked out of the room.

The hotel attendant casually closed the door. As the soft sound of the door closing reached his ears, he couldn’t help but show a smug smile on his flushed face.

Hahaha, didn’t expect this, did you, knight lord? Your fortune has already been stolen by me, and next, I will be the son of the sea. Thank you, sea god, thank you, sea god!

He excitedly clenched his fist.

“What were you just doing?”

The thin man asked, looking puzzled.

“Just consider me crazy.”

The hotel attendant’s eyes glimmered with pity. At that moment, facing an ordinary person, he felt an inexplicable sense of superiority. Because he knew more than the other and was about to break free from a mundane life.

“Hahahahaha.”

The thin man suddenly burst into laughter, “Sorry, I… I know. That’s not funny, but… I just wanted to laugh… Hahahaha.”

The laughter echoed through the corridor.

George heard the laughter, turned his head to look at Jima, and asked:

“Is there some festival in Shalin City that involves jokes?”

“I don’t know.”

“Why are you covering your face?”

“I feel extremely embarrassed.” Goosebumps started to rise on Jima’s calves as she put her hands down and took a deep breath, “Let’s hurry and go buy clothes.”

“Okay.” George said, “I think I want to change hotels.”

After breakfast, they headed to the previous clothing store.

On the way, Jima gradually remembered the events from last night.

Last night, she had scared the hotel attendant until he was practically writhing like a worm on the floor.

In a moment of inspiration, she had tricked him into believing that George was actually the son of the sea, that his blue eyes contained the ocean and he was the protagonist of the era. But as long as you could maintain politeness and make everyone think you respect George and his attendant, you could perform a mysterious ritual to steal George’s fortune. You had to unexpectedly kiss the tips of his toes, and it had to be audible, and you had to have a friend witness it.

Last night’s memories became clearer. If she hadn’t been afraid that George would notice something was off, Jima would have wanted to cover her face in embarrassment.

At the same time, she confirmed one thing. As a nightmare, when she woke up, she would gradually forget the contents of the dream like a mortal, but over time, the memory would return.

After receiving the feedback, Jima felt that she had made a small step forward in mastering the power of nightmares.

She clicked open her personal system panel to check the latest news.

“DM: You have made a small advance on your path to leveling up.”

Well, achieving such results on the first try is already quite good.

The two arrived at the clothing store. The shopkeeper didn’t recognize Jima, thinking she was the older sister of the “succubus girl” who came last time, and praised George’s charm, saying he could actually win over “a pair of lovely sisters.”

In response, George tried to correct the misunderstanding seriously, but Jima interrupted and admitted that she was the sister.

At the same time, Jima caught a whiff of the peach blossom fragrance.

Ha, men.

The next day.

Finally, it was the day of the Lis’ banquet.

Both knew that Lis was doing this to “regain face” and even to humiliate George.

George was well-prepared; he wore impeccable formal attire, with Jima in a white dress beside him, riding a stately snow-white celestial warhorse like a prince. They turned heads along the way.

Thus, they arrived in the noble district. The guards didn’t even ask a question and let them through.

However, they encountered an unexpected turn of events.

“My lord, the banquet is on the boat ahead, and it is about to begin. I wish you a pleasant time.”

George stood at the noble district dock, gazing at the lively floral boat in the distance, and after a moment of silence, he said, “She didn’t say it would be held on the boat.”

“My lord, don’t you have a boat? Ah, coincidentally, there’s a boatman here.”

As the attendant pointed.

The two on the horse noticed a decayed, pitch-black little boat drifting in the corner of the dock. The boatman was dressed in rags, filthy all over, and smiled widely at them, showing a mouthful of white teeth.

——————

I will strive to update at 12:30 every noon.

I Became a Succubus Girl, But My Life as a Vengeful Demon Lord Isn’t Over!

I Became a Succubus Girl, But My Life as a Vengeful Demon Lord Isn’t Over!

Even if the Demon King switches genders, he’s still out for revenge, duh., 魔王大人即使变身也要复仇哟
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Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2021 Native Language: Chinese
The lecherous Demon Lord Kima, who was once obsessed with women, dies by the Hero’s sword and is reborn as a succubus. Casting aside her pride as a Demon Lord, she commits herself to the oblivious Hero, scheming to infiltrate the enemy’s ranks and steal away all of his female companions for herself. “I’ll make that bastard regret it so much he’ll be rolling at my feet, begging for mercy!” “Gima?” “Ah, the food’s almost ready! Come have a taste—you first.” “It’s delicious! Meeting you is one of the luckiest things that’s ever happened to me, Gima.” Just you wait, kid. You’ll be crying your eyes out soon enough! You just wait.

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