Chapter 260: Chapter 257: Two-Timing
At first, Eve Frostleaf, whose emotions had barely calmed down, shot a cold glance at Jima.
Jima continued to open her arms and said, “Little three, little three, little three, little three…”
Eve Frostleaf bit her slightly pink lips, stepped forward, and gently hugged Jima. After the hug, her face felt as hot as fire.
This was tantamount to bowing to Jima, admitting that she was the little one, or the smallest kind, a truly lowly position. Yet, Eve Frostleaf felt a strange sense of satisfaction.
Jima smiled widely:
“Alright, we’re all good sisters. As the older sister, I certainly have to take good care of my little sister. I will work hard to help you resolve this matter. As for you, you need to persuade George not to marry you; you can say whatever you want. But men, you know, are very concerned about dignity. If you tell him it’s just to prevent your parents from beating him like a dog, rolling on the ground, he definitely won’t accept it.”
Eve Frostleaf didn’t respond, just looking at Jima.
“So I suggest you propose a pre-marital cohabitation, to think about future happiness—let both sides act as underground lovers first,” Jima said. “Don’t be impulsive and announce your marriage to the world, leave yourself some space to backtrack. If you find it uncomfortable living in a big family, you can withdraw at any time.”
Eve Frostleaf’s heart-shaped face nodded slightly; she felt that Jima was quite gentle, at least she truly had no jealousy.
“Alright, let’s leave it at that for now. By the way…” Jima patted Eve Frostleaf’s shoulder. “To prepare for you, I’m getting some toys ready. You can refer to ‘The Tale of the Fallen Elf Queen’ for what they are like. Let’s talk about it now to avoid any surprises later.”
Eve Frostleaf’s lips moved: “Will I have a choice then?”
“Of course.” Jima replied, “No, as a third party, you must have the awareness of a third party, alright? Everyone else uses toys; how can you not? But I, as your older sister, will take good care of you.”
Eve Frostleaf remained silent.
Jima continued, “Do you remember you agreed to fulfill three of my requests? This is the first: be a good third party.”
Eve Frostleaf’s face flushed slightly, and she finally nodded after some difficulty.
She turned and left, stepping out of the realm of honesty to find George.
Jima felt uneasy but was not silly enough to follow the elf. She pressed her ear against the wall, quietly altering the structure of the Dream Palace, and overheard the conversation between George and Eve Frostleaf.
“George, I don’t plan to marry you.”
“What? Have you changed your mind?” George asked. “I’m ready to face your parents.”
“I was too impulsive, I’m sorry, George.”
“Did Jima say something to you?”
“She inspired me; she is a good wife,” Eve Frostleaf said. “But I am still too immature. Isn’t it better to give us both some space to back away?”
Hearing this, Jima’s face broke into a satisfied smile, and she couldn’t help but snap her fingers.
This scheme was going too smoothly; it would establish her own position while aligning with her thoughts, and getting to enjoy Eve Frostleaf’s sweetness while marrying George was simply splendid.
She walked lightly out of the dining hall and found Saintess Jenna sitting in a snow-white marble pavilion in the back garden.
Jenna, dressed in a silver robe with gold trim, sat with her legs together. Her full bosom formed a half-sphere, and she was clasping her hands together, silently praying with her eyes lowered, a soft white light falling upon her.
“Sister Jenna.” Jima threw herself into her embrace, pressing her chest against Jenna’s softness, laughing as she rubbed her face against her, her hands sneakily touching the ends of Jenna’s hair that hung down from her waist.
Jenna opened her green eyes, slightly annoyed as she looked at Jima in her arms.
But the dark-haired succubus turned her head, smiled at her, and nuzzled her like a cute cat.
Jenna was not angry and said, “Jima, you’ve interrupted my prayer.”
“Because I have something good to tell Sister Jenna.” Jima sat beside Jenna, taking Jenna’s hand. Her hands were in white silk gloves, and Jima stroked her fingers, gently intertwining them.
Jenna did not refuse, and Jima’s smile grew even wider as she said, “I persuaded Eve Frostleaf.”
Jenna looked a bit anxious and asked, “What did you persuade her about?”
Jima stretched out her hand, fully intertwining their fingers; Jenna didn’t mind. She said, “I won’t tell you.”
“Jima, don’t be so petulant.”
“Unless Sister Jenna gives me a little knee pillow.” Jima’s dark eyes sparkled as she said, “I really miss when you treated my soul wounds; fighting is so tiring.”
Few people could refuse this innocent yet beautiful succubus. Even though Jenna knew the dark-haired succubus was bisexual, she didn’t think much of it. They had all been open with each other. She said, “Alright.”
Jima leaned against her thigh and said, “You know, George wants to marry Eve Frostleaf.”
“Yes.” Jenna sighed lightly. “It was just a matter of time; I’ve long seen that Frostleaf likes George. But Frostleaf’s identity is not simple. I worry that the pride of high elves will not allow it and will pour their anger onto George.”
“But Sister Jenna is also a bit jealous, right?”
Jenna closed her mouth.
Jima smiled and said, “Being jealous is normal.”
Jenna nodded, “George is a very excellent man, but I still feel a bit uncomfortable. What about you?”
“Not at all.” Jima said sincerely, “In fact, I want him to develop with more partners; he is an amazing man and should have more. However, thinking about Sister Jenna being unhappy, I’ll let it go.”
Jenna pressed Jima’s temples and said, “I really envy you. You’re always so happy and have no possessiveness.”
“Maybe it’s because I’m altruistic.”
“Altruistic?” Jenna blinked, looking thoughtful.
“Sister Jenna can accept me and George in a big family,” Jima said. “Isn’t it because we have a good relationship? Why must love belong exclusively to one person?”
As Jima spoke, her tail wrapped around Jenna’s calf.
Jenna nodded, then seemed to remember something and said, “Jima, we’ve strayed off topic.”
“Oh dear, we’ve been having such a good chat; it’s been days since we’ve seen each other.” Jima said, “You know how proud high elves are. What do you think of Eve Frostleaf?”
“Very proud, or rather, arrogant,” Jenna said. “Though she has a good heart, she is indeed a trustworthy companion.”
“Although she knows we’re going to marry George, she is still willing to marry him,” Jima said. “But she demands to be the primary wife.”
“The primary wife?” Jenna paused in stroking Jima’s horn.
“Do you think that’s possible?”
“Not surprisingly.” Jenna said, “How could a proud high elf be willing to be secondary? Her parents would not be happy. Have you persuaded her to give up that thought?”
Jima blinked and remained silent. After a few seconds, she finally asked, “Sister Jenna, what do you plan to do?”
Jenna thought for a few seconds, and Jima observed her face slightly glowing as she gently sighed:
“The position of primary wife is merely a title. We are not mortals; our sustenance is arranged by the primary wife.”
“But Sister Jenna still likes this title, right?”
“Yes.” Jenna said, “But I don’t want to argue all the time.”
“The good news is, Frostleaf has been persuaded by me. When it comes to a public marriage, I said that it would get George beaten up. She reluctantly agreed to temporarily be George’s lover.”
“That’s great, Jima.” Jenna rubbed Jima’s head and said, “You really are a little angel.”
“But Frostleaf still has pride; I worry it might cause discord in our family.”
“That’s inevitable.”
“I have a way,” Jima said. “In the military, generally, proud new recruits get a good thrashing; Jenna, don’t look at me like that— I definitely won’t be too harsh on Frostleaf; we’re all family! Why not make her first time more memorable? We can all fight together to build relationships; don’t you agree?”
Jenna’s face flushed slightly as she nodded.
“And I’ll quietly tell you something— you mustn’t tell anyone else.” Jima sat up, whispering in Jenna’s ear.
Jenna was startled: “She actually likes this kind of book? And did such eavesdropping?”
“Shh.” Jima said, “This secret is only for us to know; don’t let it out. I only told you because you and I have the best relationship. What do you say? We join forces to give her an unforgettable experience.”
Jenna became interested and said, “Alright.”
“Pinkie promise, pinkie promise.” Jima extended her pinky.
The two girls interlocked their pinkies, and after making the promise, Jima sent Jenna out of the Dream Palace. She watched Jenna’s vanishing figure, her smile growing wider until the corners of her mouth nearly reached her ears.
“Really two silly women; one is happy just from a title, and the other is essentially submissive.” Jima muttered to herself, a happy smile on her face: “Now this feels good.”
It felt like dreaming; this mixture of coaxing and deceiving had brought the silly beauty into her hands, making Jima feel elated, her tail even flicking with joy.
“Jima!”
George’s voice, like cold water, brought Jima back to reality.
At first, she was startled, then she hardened up, thinking that she hadn’t really done anything bad, being the “altruistic” succubus.
What I’m doing is normal, right? Besides, it’s all for the harmony of the big family.
George should kneel down and thank her for marrying an understanding wife.
With this thought, Jima puffed out her chest and placed her hands on her hips, asking, “Why are you shouting so loudly?”
“I just wanted to ask what you said to Frostleaf.”
“Well, of course I’m worried about your life!” Jima tossed her dark hair aside, “What if her parents beat you up? One is the champion knight of an elf queen, and the other is not to be underestimated.”
“I’m already psychologically prepared. I believe I can persuade her parents that I am the man who can bring happiness to Frostleaf.”
“Ha, bring happiness.” Jima hugged herself and shivered slightly; succubi are not interested in love or responsibility, continuing, “Don’t be infatuated, George. I don’t care about the great love story between you and Frostleaf. I only care about whether you’ll get beaten like a dog. Besides, isn’t it fine to be lovers? Both sides can have space to retreat.”
“Jima…”
“Oh, it’s good if it ends well.” Jima laughed again, “Our big family adds a new member. By the way, I’ve already persuaded Jenna; she was a bit jealous because you didn’t consult her beforehand.”
Jima leaned against George’s embrace, poking his chest with her finger in a teasing manner and said, “George, as a man, you must be very pleased, right? Hehe. So, marrying me is like repairing three lifetimes of happiness.”
