Chapter 292: The Leisurely Jima
More than half a month has passed.
Marlin City.
Jima shamelessly took up residence in the mansion of Jenna’s father, Aslan, treating it as her own home.
Aslan was very happy and didn’t mind at all; in fact, he even considered moving out, but he didn’t go through with it at Jima’s persuasion.
Since Jima moved in, every day, the noble ladies of Marlin City seemed enchanted and flocked to visit her.
Daily, Aslan’s mansion was filled with carriages.
This continued until Jima became bored. Once she was tired of it, the next day all the carriages in front of Aslan’s mansion vanished without a trace.
Jima had a leisurely time for more than half a month, living a laid-back life with attendants. Lying in bed, several mesmerized female masseuses, willing to devote everything to her, used their strong hands to relax her muscles.
Lianxi, feeling sulky, practiced massage techniques on the side, fearing that one day her master might no longer need her. Her master still needed her; who knows if, under the pressure from that man named George, she might fall into a state of gloom and even take her own life.
The masseuse’s hands traveled from her calves down to her ankles. Fingers sinking into the soft muscle, squeezing out the remnants of fatigue, bringing a hint of pleasure.
But that was as far as it went.
Just as exercise is the best appetite stimulant, classrooms near exam time are the best places to read novels.
Muscles that hadn’t been tired wouldn’t feel much comfort during a massage.
Jima lazily opened her golden eyes, raised her finger, and beckoned Lianxi over.
Lianxi smiled, puffing out her not-so-full chest among the female masseuses dressed like her, and asked, “Master, is there something you need?”
Jima was too lazy to speak loudly, whispering, “Tell them to leave; the massage is no longer comfortable.”
Lianxi put her hands on her hips and said, “You can leave. The master said the massage is uncomfortable.”
The female masseuses were startled, and one of them said:
“Lady Jima, please don’t chase us away. I still have other techniques to try.”
Jima didn’t even glance at her.
“Hey, I said you rude temporary maids.” Lianxi emphasized the word temporary. “The master said to leave, so you must go. There are no questions.”
The female masseuses reluctantly moved their fingers away from the demon’s light golden skin. The moment their fingers left the succubus’s skin, they felt an emptiness inside; the joy of serving the succubus evaporated without a trace.
Jima squinted for another ten minutes before opening her eyes. She sat up, raised her little arms, and sniffed her skin, now fragrant with essential oils, saying:
“Go take a shower.”
“Okay, Master.”
Before long, a tub of cool spring water was ready.
Jima stepped onto a chair and stepped in. The cold water soaked her entire body. The essential oils applied to her skin floated on the surface; these oils were crafted by elves, with every drop extracted from thousands of flower petals. The extraction process also used alchemy techniques to ensure they had magical properties to make the skin smooth.
Women lucky enough to enjoy this elven oil would usually wait until the oil was absorbed and dried before taking a bath.
However, Jima found its scent unpleasant, so she took a quick bath and, once the water warmed, emerged from the tub, leaving a bucket of fragrant water behind.
Her black hair was drenched, sticking to her back, and water flowed down her waist into her backside. Jima flicked her black hair, sending a spray of water that soaked Lianxi’s clothes.
Lianxi felt honored, lifting the water bucket to wash Jima’s body, then handing her a towel, together making sure the succubus was thoroughly dry.
Jima took the clothes prepared by Lianxi, putting on a pure white lace gown, adorning her hair with a cluster of blooming flowers, and then wearing a knitted lace vest. She looked at herself in the mirror; against the backdrop of the pure white gown and floral ornaments, she resembled a fairy stepping barefoot on dew-covered grass in the morning.
There was no trace of the sensuality and wickedness a succubus should have.
She nodded with satisfaction.
At that moment, Lianxi quietly said, “Master, someone secretly looked for me, wanting me to keep some of your bathwater.”
“Who was it behind my back?”
Lianxi shook her head.
“It’s okay; the curse will find him anyway.”
As long as the person looking for Lianxi is traced back to him, following the web of relationships, they could easily find the mastermind behind it. Afterward, the curse would bite them, and with Jima’s strength, they would at least have a period of unsatisfactory sexual life.
“Okay, Master, I’ll pour the water in the garden.” Lianxi said, “I’ll watch it seep into the soil.”
“That’s too wasteful.” Jima said, “Use it to water some flowers, then pick the flowers and secretly sell them if you want. If they desire it, let them smell it properly.”
“Yes, Master.”
Lianxi called over a few strong maids to help carry the tub, ready to water the flowers.
Jima admired their labor under the summer sun, light glinting on the tub.
Seeing the water, Jima suddenly thought of the sea outside Marlin City’s port, pondering the seafood, thinking of oysters, and remembering the passages in “My Uncle Jules” that described eating raw oysters.
Immediately, Jima licked her lips and craved to eat raw oysters.
As a dark foodie, Jima had naturally tried eating raw oysters; the experience… could be said to be very disappointing.
However, according to Jima’s inquiries and her experiences, to truly enjoy eating raw oysters, one should go to the north, close to the waters of Noscar. There, oysters harvested from the cold sea are meaty, lean, and crisp.
Jima had eaten them before, during her time as a demon lord. That texture sprang to her memory, and she drooled.
So, Jima said to Lianxi, who was sweating profusely, “Time is of the essence; we need to set off for a long trip.”
“Master, where to?”
“To the northern sea to eat oysters,” Jima said, “the sooner, the better.”
“Understood, Master.”
In less than twenty minutes, Lianxi prepared everything and was ready to go far away with Jima.
She needed to find a ship, one big enough to provide good living conditions for the two of them—even though Jima had her dream palace. At the same time, the ship’s owner needed the courage to sail to the North Sea.
Recently, several merchant ships had been intercepted and plundered by Noscar’s longboats in the North Sea. This caused many people to jump off the balcony on the second floor of the Marlin City stock exchange. The merchants petitioned for the imperial electors to organize a navy to teach the Northerners a lesson.
But Jima didn’t care.
Walking along the corridor, she passed the reception room. In the reception room, several witch hunters and Pastor Sigma were napping in high-backed chairs.
“I almost forgot about them.” Jima stopped, raised her finger and pointed.
The witch hunters immediately woke from their dreams.
“I… did I fall asleep just now?” An old witch hunter stood up, looking at the white-clad, fairy-like Jima at the door.
“No.” Jima smiled and said, “You just searched my house thoroughly.”
“Oh right.” A rare look of guilt appeared on the old witch hunter’s face as he took the dream that Jima had created for them seriously. “I’m sorry; I didn’t realize you were a devout believer of Sigma, a pure woman. Those slanderous rumors of you being a succubus are truly detestable.”
“Well then, goodbye.”
Without looking back, Jima walked away, leaving the witch hunters gazing forlornly at the door through which she had disappeared.
Jima dared to live semi-openly, and the empire turned a blind eye to her existence. After all, her public identity was that of a well-known green skin expert, a respected beast master, who had assisted the emperor in a major victory over the Green Tide at the Obsidian Pass.
Yet, there were always fervent followers insisting on purging all evil. However, they couldn’t pose any substantial obstacle to Jima.
Reaching outside, the carriage was already ready.
Jima sat in the carriage, heading toward the port, asking Lianxi to inquire.
In the carriage, she took out armor pieces and a needle tied with silk thread from her interdimensional bag, beginning to weave armor to pass the time and distract herself from the dull pain in her chest.
After weaving four rows of armor, enough for a quarter of a chest plate, Lianxi, drenched in sweat, returned and knocked on the carriage door.
Jima opened the door and saw only Lianxi.
Lianxi removed her hat, revealing two cat ears and said, “Master, no captain has agreed. They think you’re crazy; no one dares to fish in the North Sea now.”
Jima stepped out of the carriage and looked at the row of fishing boats lined up at the port. Not far away, a large ship was making its way to the port.
“Little Lian, which fishing boat has good conditions to take us out to sea for fun?”
Lianxi pointed to a large fishing boat and said, “That one; a whaling ship.”
“That’s the one.”
Jima took Lianxi to find the ship owner and explained their situation.
“Are you crazy?” The captain looked at Jima, who was mismatched with the surrounding environment, doubting her sanity; she must be some spoiled young lady with a sudden whim. He shook his head and said, “No, no matter how much you pay, it’s impossible. My ship is large and easily spotted at sea.”
“Just call out to me when the time comes.” Jima winked at him, “Are you going to refuse my request too?”
The captain froze, feeling that Jima was too beautiful to refuse.
How happy he would be if he agreed to her request.
He quickly nodded and said, “Alright!”
Half an hour later, the sailors had gathered. Though they initially complained that the captain’s mind had been flooded with seawater, Jima tirelessly winked at them, and all the sailors were invigorated, sailing the ship toward the North Sea.
They traveled north for five days and nights.
The setting sun lost its heat, and the sea breeze grew cold.
The whaling ship sailed across the boundless ocean, a layer of white mist rising from the surface. A wooden bucket tied with ropes sank into the cold blue sea, filled with seawater, and was drawn back up.
Jima, still wearing her pure white gown, stood nearby. Today was the first day since they set sail that she stepped out of her room, so the sailors were diligent.
The sailors grabbed the bucket filled with seawater, and Jima instructed, “Throw it out.”
The sailors obediently poured the hard-won water overboard. Jima reached out her hands to feel the temperature of the sea, nodding and saying, “The temperature here is good; go call the captain to prepare to collect oysters.”
After saying that, Jima shook her hands and, under the disappointed gazes of the sailors, walked back to her cabin.
