Chapter 69: Jima’s Revenge
After a small act of revenge.
Jima tried to calm herself down, telling herself that a gentleman takes revenge, even if it is ten years late.
Earlier, she had jumped up and stamped her feet purely because she felt her strength was insufficient and had to rely on gravity.
After that, the two said nothing to each other.
Jima turned her head, pretending to admire the scenery along the shore.
Gurgle, gurgle.
A growl of hunger came from Jima’s stomach.
That was a hunger that could only be filled with “energy.”
Jima sighed.
What a mess.
The virgin boy was rather clever. Although he was “tolerant” of himself, he still had a basic level of vigilance and wasn’t a naive NPC.
Moreover, the attributes of a steel straight man undoubtedly increased the difficulty of her strategy.
Well, great. Not only had she hit a wall, but in the short term, she also had to refrain from seeking food from George, or he would become suspicious.
They were nearing the hotel in the White Sand District. George inexplicably brought over a chair, sitting by the railing and enjoying the street view.
“Sir, where is your residence?”
The boatman poked his head out from under the boat deck, where a number of rowers were also present.
George wrote a line on a piece of paper and handed it to the dark-skinned boatman. The latter grimaced and said, “Sir, I cannot read.”
Jima walked over.
Despite feeling very angry inside and wanting to quickly gain power to throw George into a pit filled with goblins, injecting each of them with a potent drug while she and her childhood friend, the saintess, stood by, enjoying George’s screams, she still forced a smile on her face.
George wrote another line on the note and handed it to Jima:
“You don’t have to pretend to be very happy; I don’t mind.”
Jima’s smile instantly stiffened, swearing she would switch the goblins for male trolls.
She removed her façade, revealing her displeasure, huffed, snatched the note from the boatman’s hand, and read it aloud, word by word:
“I would like to browse the street scenery of Shalin City, is that okay?”
There was no response.
Jima looked up and saw the boatman staring blankly at her.
“Hey, hey!”
The boatman snapped back to reality and grinned, “Sure, sure, wherever you want to go.”
“This is my master’s request.”
George immediately handed a piece of paper to Jima.
“Jima, don’t call me master.”
Jima took a glance, crumpled it up, and tossed it into the water.
The boatman hurriedly dashed into the hold, ordering the rowers to continue rowing. He came back and cheerfully asked, “Need a guide? I’m quite familiar with Shalin City.”
“No need.”
Jima replied coldly.
“Alright then.”
The boatman left, steering the boat.
Shalin City was a bit different. This city had many waterways, allowing for boat-based shopping.
The shops along the riverbank gradually receded.
Jima yawned; she really didn’t understand what was so interesting about city scenery. Wasn’t it just houses and people? It would be better to enter a place full of ladies and enjoy the various services of Shalin City.
George handed a note to Jima. She glanced at it, turned to the boatman, and shouted:
“Stop, my master wants to go shopping.”
As soon as she finished speaking, George tapped her forehead with his finger.
The boat stopped at the shore made of white stones, the plank lowered to the bank. Jima crossed her legs and watched George’s back as he disappeared into the bustling commercial street, not knowing what he was selling.
She remembered that George still owed her three thousand gold coins, and considering such debt, he still had the leisure to go shopping. It seemed he didn’t intend to pay her back.
Jima’s mood worsened.
A short while later, George emerged from the shop holding a wooden board and a stand.
Jima covered her sunhat to prevent it from being blown away by the wind and stood up to see what he had bought.
It was likely a whetstone, books, or potions.
As George stepped onto the boat, Jima finally saw what he had purchased: art supplies, including a palette, paints, a drawing board, an easel, and a large bundle of pencils.
He could actually draw.
Jima recalled that she found George’s hand-drawn spell materials in his room, and they were quite well done.
“What are you going to draw?”
Jima leaned closer to George, who was opening the easel.
The boatman secured the board, and the oars began to row, causing the deck to sway. George steadied the easel and wrote:
“I don’t want to tell you; I want to keep it a secret. Is that okay?”
“Hmph! As if drawing is something special. I’m bored, so I’m going to sleep inside the boat.”
Jima turned to leave.
This boat was quite a nice pleasure craft; the kind a benefactor would use to win George over. It was not lacking in amenities. There was a separate resting area on board.
Jima secured the straps of her hat, lay back on the soft cushion under the sunshade, with her head resting on a soft pillow, and began to rest.
Before resting, she cast a glance at George’s profile. He held a pencil, his gaze focused, unaware of what he was drawing on the canvas.
Jima lazily stretched, took off her shoes, raised her slender legs onto the cushion, and began to combat her hunger with sleepiness.
She didn’t know how long it had been, but loud noises woke her up.
The cushion swayed, and when Jima opened her eyes, she saw a conservatively dressed maid had joined the boat. She had just boarded, and behind her, a flower boat was sailing parallel to their pleasure craft.
Leaning against the railing was a large noblewoman.
She was so big that Jima thought it would be more suitable to use “seat” instead of “head” to describe her.
This noblewoman looked to weigh about four hundred pounds. Standing behind the railing, she resembled a hefty balancing stone. Her face was filled with smiles, but the excess flesh hung down, lolling over two large breasts in a very layered manner.
One chubby hand held a fan, shyly covering her face. The fan, made of silk and whale bone, was custom-made and so large that Jima had to use both hands to handle it.
Jima sat on the cushion, glanced at her own slender figure, and made a preliminary comparison.
Opposite on the other boat, that four-hundred-pound noblewoman was at least five times her width. In terms of combat strength, she could crush ten of her with her weight.
The heavyset lady kept blinking at George, her gaze landing on Jima, with a look of jealousy directed at her.
Jima’s expression stiffened, and her hand went to her chest. She felt the woman’s imposing presence coming at her like a giant pig falling from the sky.
She gasped; this woman was terrifying!
“The lady hopes to invite you as a guest.” The four-hundred-pound maid bent down and handed a delicate invitation to George, smiling as she said, “The lady has serendipitously encountered you and finds your drawing demeanor delightful. She hopes you can draw a private portrait for her in her quarters.”
Even faced with a demon king, the composed crusader George could no longer maintain his calm.
He wrote:
“Sorry, I don’t want to know her.”
“You are mute, ah, my apologies.” The maid smiled and reminded him, “The lady has been single for a long time. You must be from out of town. You certainly haven’t heard of the Fren brothers’ bank.”
What? The daughter of Mr. Fren was actually that… big now.
Jima recalled the lovely little girl beside Mr. Fren, who had children late in life, many years ago at a banquet. She was really cute, with waist-length golden hair and not shy at all.
George shook his head resolutely.
“That’s unfortunate.”
The maid shook her head, feeling regretful that such a handsome artist would miss out on an opportunity for wealth.
She turned and disembarked from the boat, stepping onto a small boat that returned to the flower boat.
Suddenly, a bad thought surfaced in Jima’s mind. She recalled many plot tropes from web novels she had read in her previous life.
A beautiful woman, unable to endure the harassment of a low-quality rich second generation, would find an honest protagonist to pose as a boyfriend to shield her from pursuers.
Thinking reversely.
Wasn’t this a ready-made opportunity? As long as this large “beauty” fell madly in love with George and attached herself to him, she would have ample justification to pretend to be his girlfriend and take the chance to deceive the virgin boy’s feelings.
Jima felt delighted enough to clap for herself.
She genuinely had the aptitude to be a mastermind behind the scenes.
However, reality wasn’t filled with such wild love at first sight.
The four-hundred-pound woman was merely charmed by George’s physique and hadn’t reached the level of infatuation yet.
In the future, their lives wouldn’t intersect, let alone develop any feelings.
The maid returned to the flower boat and whispered a few words to the heavyset noblewoman, who then turned and walked back into the ship.
At that moment in Jima’s eyes, the heavy woman’s broad back appeared incomparably forlorn.
Was a relationship really meant to end like this without a trace?
Could it be that a fat person could not gain the love of a prince charming? She was only a little fat, after all.
As a paladin and the representative of good, George should use his handsome appearance and strong physique to comfort the four-hundred-pound woman’s empty soul, shouldn’t he?
Jima was almost moved to tears by her own justification.
She gazed at the back of the four-hundred-pound woman, who was about to disappear behind the railing.
As the magical energy faded, a point of blurry black appeared among the layers of the noblewoman’s thick hair.
The Seed of Dreams. Jima had marked the target.
Of course, she could maintain only two Seeds of Dreams at most. Previously, she had marked two of the benefactor’s top aides.
She thought she didn’t need to enter their dreams for now. In the future, she would only meet with the affluent boss, so she removed the “Seed of Dreams” from the affluent boss.
“She has left now.”
Jima walked over to George, who was blocking the drawing with his body.
“I’m not interested in what you draw.”
Alright, she had just caught a glimpse of the paper, which depicted the streets of Shalin City, and in the center was a person outlined in pencil, though she didn’t know who it was.
Most likely, it was self-made spell materials again. During this time, she had been staying with George, and he likely had a lot pent up.
George wrote:
“Did you wake up?”
“Do you need enough personal space and personal time?”
“What?”
Jima expressionlessly made a hand motion, saying:
“You need this.”
George took a deep breath and wrote:
“Be mindful, as a girl, you cannot openly discuss such dissonant matters.”
“I’m a succubus,” Jima asserted vigorously, then pretended to ask casually, “Have you ever been pursued crazily by a woman?”
George wrote:
“Yes, when I was in Bartow suppressing the Beastmen, someone bluntly told me at a banquet that she liked me. I refused, and that was it.”
“Anything else?”
“No, why do you ask this?”
“I don’t want to say, just like you don’t want to tell me what you’re drawing.”
As expected, the virgin boy had little experience with women pursuing him.
Jima looked at the departing flower boat.
Four hundred pounds, let me provide you with the motivation to pursue.
A note waved in front of Jima’s eyes, with the words:
“Jima, what has you so happy? What are you smiling about?”
“I thought of something happy.”
Jima smiled sweetly, turned her body, and happily walked back to the soft cushion.
