Chapter 3: The Gathering (Part 1)
After Ji Ma was released from prison.
In the dream palace.
Eve Frostleaf remained expressionless, slowly sipping the high-quality elven tea, a gift from her homeland, with her long legs crossed.
Sitting across from her was Ji Ma, who, after being released, was gulping down the tea while animatedly complaining:
“George is such a scumbag.”
“Have you ever seen a man who actually reports his fiancée to the organization?”
“I only wanted to meet him! Yes, just a meeting!”
Eve Frostleaf simply rolled her eyes slightly at the sight of the succubus drinking the precious tea without a care, and continued to sip her tea, exuding an aura that suggested she was not to be disturbed.
But Ji Ma showed no signs of embarrassment and continued her complaints for fifteen minutes, criticizing everything from George’s attitude to the food in the church and the prison conditions.
Finally, she stopped.
Eve Frostleaf let out a sigh of relief as the chatty succubus finally quieted down.
Ji Ma opened her mouth again, saying: “Mistress, don’t you think so?”
Eve Frostleaf’s fingers gripping the porcelain cup trembled slightly, causing ripples in the tea, as she tried her best to ignore Ji Ma.
Ji Ma continued, “Tonight, make an effort, study hard, don’t just lay on the ground like a corpse like the first time.”
Eve Frostleaf could no longer hold back; her cheeks flushed as she said:
“Mind your manners.”
“I’m just reminding you out of responsibility. Do you think I want to sound nice?” Ji Ma said with conviction, scolding: “This kind of work requires cooperation. You can keep your attitude, but when life isn’t harmonious later, don’t blame me. I can tell you that George felt very bad about that experience; he only kept fighting out of a sense of duty.”
“You can see it; he fought longer with me.”
“And I, out of my duty as the legitimate wife, was planning to tailor a set of special… combat techniques for you.”
Eve Frostleaf was slightly angry; she said:
“Can we not be crude?”
Ji Ma shrugged: “We are all women, do we need to beat around the bush?”
Having said that, she looked Eve Frostleaf from top to bottom, imagining how it would feel to dress this proud elf in the toys, secretly pleased, and continued to ask:
“So, I ask you. Do you want me to tailor combat techniques for you? Mistress.”
“Specifically?”
“The combat outfit can reference the witch spirits,” Ji Ma added: “The kind with collars around the neck.”
Eve Frostleaf’s tea suddenly bubbled and boiled; she snorted, stood up, and walked away with her long legs.
Ji Ma began to worry; would she really run away, feeling offended? Did she come on too strong?
But what did she do wrong? Isn’t it just being lustful? She had spent seven days in prison, enduring plain food for seven days.
At this moment, inspiration struck.
Someone was invited, and Ji Ma accepted.
The two appeared on the red carpet at the door, George and Saintess Jenna, their hands tightly clasped as they walked in.
Just in time to run into Eve Frostleaf.
George raised his hand to acknowledge Eve Frostleaf, but her long ears turned bright red; she covered her face, quickly turning and walking away, leaving the two behind with puzzled expressions.
Ji Ma looked at Eve Frostleaf’s disappearing figure, a slight smile tugging at her lips.
You almost fooled me; your mind must be filled with perverse thoughts, so you got shy when you saw George.
“Ji Ma,” George walked over and asked: “Eve Frostleaf, she—?”
Ji Ma ignored George and gave him the middle finger; she jogged over to Jenna and warmly embraced her, rubbing against the impressive front in front of George, saying: “Jenna, it’s been so long! I was locked up by a certain boy for seven days, seeing you really feels good.”
Jenna released George’s hand and smiled back at Ji Ma, saying: “George is just following the law.”
Ji Ma took Jenna’s hand, looking her up and down.
Jenna looked especially beautiful today, like a goddess of mercy descended from heaven. Dressed in a gown resembling a wedding dress, with long gloves, her skin radiating a faint white glow, she exuded an aura of compassion. Looking at her face brought a sense of peace and comfort.
Ji Ma’s tail wiggled happily, especially thinking about tonight’s activities, imagining stripping Jenna layer by layer; her tail wagged even faster, her golden eyes fixed on Jenna, completely ignoring George beside her.
“Ji Ma? What’s wrong with you?”
“Sorry, Jenna looks so beautiful today, like a bride.” Ji Ma said as she gently covered her mouth.
She sighed in her heart, thankful that she was now a cute and beautiful succubus. If she were a man, she would have probably received a slap and been sent flying ten meters away by now.
Saintess Jenna smiled brightly, saying: “Ji Ma, you’re beautiful today as well. You’ve worked hard today.”
“Only five people,” Ji Ma replied: “Ten would be fine too.”
Saintess Jenna’s smile slightly stiffened; she turned her head and glared at the innocent George. Under his confused gaze, Saintess Jenna took Ji Ma’s hand and walked towards the kitchen, gently saying:
“Let’s cook dinner together today.”
“Of course.” Ji Ma said: “Actually, I’ve already prepared half of it.”
“I’ll handle the rest,” Saintess Jenna said more like a command: “I’ll borrow your Lianxi servant for assistance.”
“Lianxi?… Oh, you mean that little Li.” Ji Ma replied: “No need, I’ll do it.”
“Ji Ma,” Saintess Jenna said: “You’re already very tired, not to mention you haven’t had a good chat with George in a long time.”
Ji Ma then realized that the now diamond-tier Saintess Jenna had completely regarded herself as the legitimate wife without any reservations.
Ji Ma stopped in her tracks; Saintess Jenna did too, their eyes locking, Jenna’s gaze glowing slightly—literally, since entering the diamond tier, her eyes shone with light.
Ji Ma felt that arguing over who was the main cook in the kitchen was useless; she was just craving Eve Frostleaf and Saintess Jenna’s bodies. Her eyes shifted, pretending to relent, saying:
“Okay, I trust you, Sister Jenna, but there’s one thing… I’m embarrassed to tell you.”
As she spoke, Ji Ma’s face turned red and she fidgeted.
Saintess Jenna smiled gently, like a caring older sister, saying: “Whatever it is, you can tell me.”
Ji Ma sighed: “It’s about the bed; Frostleaf is very shy. Although she agreed to some of my actions, I can see she’s too proud to lower herself. When I talk to her about such things, she can’t accept it and just walks away. I can’t handle her alone, so…”
“I will help you,” Saintess Jenna said: “Don’t be too shy; we are good sisters, our relationship is so close that we can discuss these private matters openly.”
Indeed, after all, they had already been intimate.
Ji Ma still looked worried, saying: “But to be honest, in this four-way struggle, it’s like commanding a large army onto the battlefield. Someone needs to be the commander, guiding the troops to come in one after another, or it will get chaotic. I…”
“Don’t feel embarrassed,” Saintess Jenna said: “You can be in charge of this.”
Ha! Long legs, don’t even think about running.
Ji Ma suddenly jumped into Saintess Jenna’s embrace, pressing her face against her chest, and laughed: “Sister Jenna, you’re so good.”
In this way, the two women smiled and bid farewell; Jenna entered the kitchen while Ji Ma excitedly ran to the bedroom to pull out a box of toys from under the bed…
