Chapter 8: Self-taught
Jima would never give up on such a good opportunity. She twirled the tip of her clean white tail, opened her small mouth, extended her soft, pink tongue, and licked the tip of her tail. Laying her tongue on it, rolling it around, her agile tongue made a gentle circle around the tail tip, coating it with saliva.
A succubus, bright eyes and white teeth, her tongue, the tail tip sweeping between her lips.
George turned his head; he thought Jima was playing a game, so he decided to play along.
The scent of peach blossoms in the air became even sweeter. Beneath the personal information panel in front of him, the message “DM: You have absorbed a trace of sensuality.” kept appearing.
Jima was greatly encouraged, and she didn’t rush to do anything more provocative. Having once been a man, she knew that when it came to seduction, the more explicit and sensational, the more it often resulted in a counterproductive effect.
In the past, a maid had tried to gain Jima’s favor. She came over at noon, wearing nothing but a collar.
At that time, Jima felt as if someone had stuffed a greasy piece of meat into her mouth. Later on, she ordered the maid to put on eight layers of clothing and made her stand in punishment for four hours.
During one lunch, a beautifully dressed matron discreetly extended her long thigh to brush against Jima’s. Clearly doing something beneath the table, but the dining table remained calm and elegant.
This strong contrast left a deep impression on Jima.
Especially since the person was a holy knight from the church. Thus, Jima maintained her innocence, displaying a pure smile as if licking her tail brought her childlike joy.
She found herself becoming increasingly adept at controlling her facial expressions. With just a single thought, she could display joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, easily matching them with the corresponding body language.
George couldn’t help but glance at Jima and said, “Jima, are you playing the licking tail game?”
“I know you don’t have a tail to lick, jealous of me,” Jima replied, “If you want to lick, I won’t let you.”
As she said this, she proudly lifted her tail and extended her agile tongue, licking the tip of her tongue wildly.
“rerorerorero….”
Her tongue moved so quickly it almost created an afterimage. Jima was certain that if there was a cherry, she could lick it to the ground.
George shook his head amusingly, considering Jima was just being childish.
The scent of peach blossoms in the air grew sweeter.
“Lele.” Jima wagged her tongue at him defiantly, then kissed her own tail, displaying, “Hmph, I have a tail to lick.”
This gesture was somewhat too explicit, but combined with her childlike tone and cute, naive behavior, George only felt it was just the succubus nature at play.
“Alright, alright, if you don’t heal yourself soon, I’ll back off.”
“It’s not over yet.”
Jima held the tip of her tail in her mouth, shaking it left and right, then sucked it, pulling out her tail with a soft pop.
“Cough cough.”
A barely perceptible blush emerged on George’s bronze face.
Jima seriously held her tail, supporting George’s hand with one of her own. The tip of her tail dripped with transparent, stringy saliva onto George’s wound. The clean tail tip drew circles on his wound, gently scratching it.
George’s palm itched; what was worse was that he was reacting. Clearly, this was just Jima’s innocent display, but he… He turned his head again, steadying his mind and silently confessing to the deity.
Feeling the absorption of sensuality diminish, Jima’s eyes darted around, and she extended her tongue, lightly tapping George’s fingertips before giving a gentle suck.
George’s hand shook as he pulled back and said, “What are you doing?”
His tone was somewhat rough.
“Increasing saliva supply,” Jima said with confidence, her big eyes wide open, innocent and clueless, she weakly asked, “George, did I do something wrong?”
George’s heart softened as he said, “You didn’t do anything wrong, but doing similar actions in the future might lead to unpleasant associations.”
“What actions? Like… this?” As she spoke, Jima licked her tail.
“Uh, something like that.”
“Oh, does this count too?” Jima said as she ** her tail and even kissed it.
“That counts as well.”
Jima looked even more puzzled and asked, “What kind of unpleasant associations?”
“Cough cough, the kind related to relationships between men and women.” George felt as if he was committing a crime.
Jima tilted her head, looking even more confused. “Relationships between men and women? Can you be specific? For example, what comes to mind when you see a tail?”
George fought the impulse to cover his face, mustering the courage to say, “In our morality, doing such actions in public will lead people to think of **, which is inappropriate behavior.”
Now that was bold; what courage! Jima nodded, seemingly understanding, and began sucking on her fingers, curiously asking, “Does this count?”
“No.”
“Why not? Clearly, fingers and tails are quite similar in shape.”
“Uh…”
George was suddenly at a loss for words, remembering how almost all kids had sucked their thumbs.
He thought about it some more; it was the way Jima performed these actions that unconsciously exuded a seductive quality, leading one to think sideways. Or maybe it was just his own mind going astray.
George once again silently confessed to the light deity, openly admitting, “I don’t know, but for now, Jima, it’s best not to openly perform these actions; it’s not good.”
“Mm.”
Jima obediently nodded. She again raised George’s hand, trying to continue her playful antics.
George pulled his hand back and said, “Forget it, Jima. My palm is already drenched.”
“Then I’ll leave first, bye-bye.”
Jima felt a pang of disappointment as she picked up the two books. As she left the room and closed the door, she heard George sighing in relief. Her tail inadvertently rose with pride.
Hmph, it turns out that the virgin in front of this experienced driver was utterly defeated.
Her stomach was no longer growling; the torturous hunger had already faded.
She walked into the kitchen, found a piece of hard white bread and some light wine. She tore off a piece of the bread and chewed it slowly with the slightly sour wine, tasting the sweetness of the bread.
She swallowed a mouthful and tore off another piece, like a person who had been starving for years. In no time, she had consumed two fist-sized pieces of white bread, her little belly slightly swollen, her eyes glistening with tears of happiness.
“Finally back to normal, this bread is so delicious, burp~.”
At this moment, Jima no longer had any resistance to extracting food from George.
On the contrary, when she thought that absorbing sensuality could unlock extraordinary abilities, she began to feel excited.
Jima checked her personal information panel. As expected, the panel for extraordinary abilities had still not been unlocked.
The little bit she had taken earlier was still not enough… She needed to intensify her efforts.
Should she wait for him to take a shower, crouch outside, and create an accident to go in? After igniting his sensual desires, she could maintain a distance of three meters from him outside. Many works in the seductive genre often showcased benefits in the bathroom; maybe she could reference some.
Thinking about such an inappropriate thing, Jima felt no disgust whatsoever. Because she subconsciously believed that barging into a boy’s bathroom was nothing serious.
But as she considered this again, she thought it was too deliberate. Unless George’s mind was completely full of **, he wouldn’t be able to notice something was off.
At that moment, her gaze landed on the two books in her arms, and her eyes lit up.
Twenty minutes later, Jima knocked on George’s door.
“What is it?” George yawned as he opened the door.
Jima opened a book, revealing several dog-eared pages.
“George, I don’t understand the grammar in these spots.”
George patiently answered each question, pleased with Jima’s eagerness to learn.
Ten minutes later, there was another knock on the door.
“George, why does the dawn deity like to hold athletic events?”
George, who had just lain down on the bed, answered again.
When the third knock sounded, George simply arranged for Jima to sit by the desk, keeping his tired eyes open as he read alongside her.
Jima knew her opportunity had arrived. She pretended to be restless, naturally leaning her head on George’s solid shoulder. George remained steady as a mountain, focused on the book in his hands.
Twenty minutes later, Jima’s agile tail slipped out from under her robe. Grasping the tip of her tail, she licked it, flicking her tail, causing the book in her hand to turn a page.
In the air, the faint scent of peach blossoms finally filled the space.
“Jima.” George’s stern voice rang out as he stood up, correcting Jima’s position on his shoulder. “You need to study seriously; sit up straight.”
“Reading should be an enjoyable activity; why do I have to sit up straight?” Jima protested. “It’s uncomfortable to even sit like this, and I find it hard to focus on the book.”
George weighed it for a moment, reasoning that interest was the best teacher. He stopped insisting on her posture.
Jima then placed her long legs on the table. The rough hem of her robe slid down from the girl’s snowy, delicate calves.
The church had intentionally chosen the coarsest, earthiest robe for Jima, but it did nothing to conceal her beauty.
She hummed a little tune, focusing on her book, her clean tail wrapping around her calf, tapping her smooth little feet. The glow from the alchemy lamp cast a beautiful aura around her.
George’s gaze struggled a bit before he finally let Jima keep her legs up, bowing his head to focus on his own book. He didn’t notice that Jima’s mouth had slightly turned up.
“DM: You have absorbed a trace of sensuality.”
Although it was far less than before, it lasted longer.
For the first time since coming to this other world, Jima was reading seriously. By dinnertime, she had roughly finished one book and gained a better understanding of several deities.
What impressed her the most was that the Church of the Dawn liked to host athletic events similar to the Olympics on Earth, with male participants competing bare-chested and covered in olive oil.
Jima couldn’t help but question the dawn deity’s preferences. Of course, such blasphemous inquiries were something curious little Jima opted not to ask George.
Afraid of getting hit.
Outside, the blood-red sun was sinking.
With formal seriousness, George faced the setting sun, feet together, arms raised high, reciting prayers, sighing as night fell and his god departed from the earth.
Seeing this posture, Jima inexplicably thought of “praising the sun.” Instantly, the solemn atmosphere dissipated, and she had to force herself not to burst into laughter.
George glanced at her, asking, “What are you laughing at?”
“I… remembered something happy.”
“Tonight I will continue to check your recitation progress,” George stated, “Thirty pages.”
“Hey! Why are there more and more?”
“Because you just lied.”
Jima’s expression immediately froze, and she resentfully took note of George’s actions in her heart.
However, she quickly became happy again. Because the succubus’s extraordinary abilities were about to unlock.
