Chapter 243 Chapter 237 The Waves
At this moment, a maid emerged from the sea, raising a large crab with one hand and waving at Jima.
“Master, this is for you.”
Sea water dripped down her forehead, sunlight filtering through the water and illuminating her beautiful face, the collar around her neck shimmering. This scene was even more beautiful than the large crab she held.
The large crab looked like a fine ingredient, stirring Jima’s desire to cook.
“Your Chinese is very fluent.”
She smiled and said, “I studied for three months.”
That’s not too bad, not just a week, still within the range that a regular person could understand. I don’t dislike clever individuals or extraordinary beings, but I do dislike extraordinarily clever ones; if that clever individual is also a foolish giant with a sense of justice, then I would dislike them even more.
Jima opened her palm, and the large crab flew into her hand.
“I’ll cook tonight,” Jima said, addressing the maid below, “Tell everyone to catch more seafood.”
“Yes!”
She smiled even more happily and turned to dive back into the sea. Yuxia had graceful and strong legs, dressed in white over-the-knee diving socks, indicating that she was a new maid with little experience.
It was rare for a new maid to be chosen by me to go out and have fun together, so she must be quite clever—of course, the most important evidence was that the large crab she caught was something she had prepared in advance.
However, I like greedy people; they are the ones suited to be witches.
Jima thought to herself as she picked up the large crab and turned to walk into the yacht.
After some delays along the way with a blonde maid, Jima began cooking the crab along with the seafood brought by a few diving maids, creating a table full of delicious seafood.
The maids were extremely excited but had to maintain basic etiquette in front of Jima. As they strained to keep up a friendly facade, whenever they had a moment, their eyes were glued to the leftover crab legs on the plate.
The dishes Jima cooked could provide the eaters with some magical effects.
Effects like restoring youth, smoothing skin, removing acne scars, and so on. The maids serving Jima all yearned to have a taste of her culinary creations.
However, Jima thought of the singing lamprey, recalling a time when she had a good drink and played hard with that guy George.
She couldn’t quite remember the details.
Jima raised her leg and nudged a blonde maid’s foot, then touched Yuxia’s.
Yuxia’s foot pressed against hers, caressing, while the other blonde maid’s movements were comparatively awkward.
Jima said slowly, “Actually, whether you eat a lot or a little, the effect is the same.”
Leah beside her translated Jima’s words.
Yuxia’s movements slowed down immediately.
“Yuxia,” Jima said, looking at Yuxia’s long blonde hair and slightly heaving chest, “Do you want to become a witch?”
“A witch?”
Jima looked at her figure, slim and suitable for wearing proper clothes. “Yes, my witch.”
“I would love to.”
The blue energy orb representing her greedy emotions grew quite large.
“Come with me now to hold the witch initiation ritual.” Jima stood up, and Yuxia immediately stood as well. Jima caressed her blonde hair, saying, “But before that, it’s better if you turn into a silver-haired one.”
Then Yuxia’s golden hair transformed into silver from root to tip.
After an hour of ritual, the so-called witch was born.
Year two of the magical era.
In the beautiful palace of America.
On the vast red bed, Jima sneezed twice, lazily opening her eyes.
On the huge bed, there was only one white-silk blonde maid, her long, thick blonde hair and milky-white skin, her neck and face covered in red marks, her attire disheveled.
She wore a collar around her neck, with a metal nameplate showing three dots—indicating that to improve her appearance, Jima had brewed three vials of potion for her to drink.
At the same time, there were icons of long hair, lips, and cows on the collar, symbolizing her specialties, with her number and name at the bottom.
The blonde maid was sleeping on her side, her face buried in her golden hair, resting like a golden-coated cat.
She was beautiful, but after a whole night of release, Jima’s butterflies in her lower abdomen had already folded their wings.
Jima flicked her tail and withdrew it from the intertwined white-silk legs of the blonde maid. Her legs were strong, as she had practiced dance since childhood.
Jima got off the bed, completely naked, wearing only black and white silk, her feet touching the carpet, stepping over the holes in the torn black silk thighs, the collar with two dots around her neck, her long black hair, bronze-colored thighs, red hair, a prominent nose, a torn wedding dress, and feathered wings…
From the window to the terrace, Jima stepped over at least seven maids who were lying on the carpet asleep from exhaustion.
The terrace was bathed in moonlight, with a few green trees planted on the broad space, a patch of grass suitable for rolling around, serving as a stage for a miniature animal world.
The marble railing on the terrace was wide enough for a person to lie down.
Jima lightly leapt up, her heart-shaped rear sitting on the railing, her damp tail lying soft on the railing, and Jima did not turn back to look at her bedroom.
Instead, she gazed into the distance.
She summoned a witch with a thought.
“Master, did you summon me for something?”
In no time, a pleasant female voice came from behind, still in Chinese.
Jima turned around and saw her most favored silver-haired witch, Yuxia.
The silver-haired witch Yuxia wore an ornate black dress, its fabric exquisite and heavily layered, revealing a pair of calves wrapped in black thin stockings, adorned with golden patterns as beautiful as a witch.
Among maids, there is an unspoken rule: the more intricate the patterns on the stockings, the higher the status. Not to mention her collar nameplate, which had so many dots that they lined up in two rows.
Her hair was as white as snow in the moonlight, her lips like blood, wearing black long gloves, she walked obediently to Jima’s side.
Smart, beautiful, charming, and greedy; Jima could feel the warmth radiating from the greedy fire in her chest.
Seeing her, Jima felt very happy, hugging her slender waist, stroking her waist seal, and kissing her.
Jima said, “You are as beautiful as Snow White.”
“Master’s praise truly does not make me happy; it’s too ordinary.”
Jima said lazily, “I can’t be bothered to think.”
The silver-haired witch Yuxia’s gaze fell on Jima’s arm ring, her red lips slightly parted as she asked, “Master, may I ask why you wear an arm ring on your arm?”
“Why do you ask that?” Jima squinted her golden eyes slightly.
“I’m just curious,” silver-haired witch Yuxia said, “I’ve been with you for over half a year and have always seen you wear it.”
“It looks good.”
Silver-haired witch Yuxia said, “Exactly, many people outside have begun to imitate you, starting to wear arm rings on their arms.”
“Next time, I might as well order a full set of armor and wear it as soon as I appear.”
Jima said lazily, reaching out her hand to slowly untie silver-haired witch Yuxia’s waist seal.
After a night of activity, she wasn’t very proactive now.
Silver-haired witch Yuxia took off the waist seal herself, letting it drift down from the terrace.
“Master, your teachings have spread everywhere outside.”
“WikiLeaks?” Jima said, “I’ve seen that too.”
“Master, should we make the talkative ones shut up?”
“I actually quite like the creators, never mind,” Jima said, “Their illustrations chosen for my teachings are quite good.”
That illustration was a simple sketch, depicting a person who had jumped off a building and died on the ground, with a long crack in their chest, from which a demon with wings and horns emerged.
“But Master…”
At this time, the last piece of clothing on the silver-haired witch fell, revealing her smooth back, in the moonlight, like a lamb, her skin adorned with a halo, pure and flawless—if not for a hideous scar.
Jima reached out her hand, frowning, her fingers caressing the scar on silver-haired witch Yuxia.
Silver-haired witch Yuxia was one of her satisfactory works, talented enough to accommodate multiple blessings, all in all beautiful and strong, Jima also liked her greedy nature.
“Gunshot wound,” Jima said, “That kind of power can split a mortal in half.”
Silver-haired witch Yuxia said sadly, “One of the sisters betrayed us, led me into a trap, I almost died.”
“I understand.”
Ever since the news of Jima training “witches” leaked, it had caused many people to worry and fear.
Although Jima had been indulging in beauty and pleasure since the palace was completed, showing no further interest in large matters and impatiently expressing her lack of interest in governance.
Many people breathed a sigh of relief while also exclaiming “Is that all?” Some even complained that if it was just about indulging in enjoyment, was there really a need to make such a fuss?
But cultivating witches was a different matter. Keeping Jima comfortable didn’t take much effort; if Jima continued to nurture witches, cultivating an extraordinary upper class, that nature would change.
Moreover, several reports of witches committing crimes but being pardoned added fuel to the fire.
Jima continued, “I remember I checked and found that the one who tried to shoot you was a lone wolf. After seeing many posts selling anxiety, I took care of him and everyone writing those anxiety posts.”
Silver-haired witch Yuxia looked at Jima with pity. “I almost died, and you didn’t even come to see me.”
At that time, Jima was busy building a second palace in Europe, while conveniently developing improper relations with her lovers and former maids.
“Yes,” Jima said, “What do you want as a gift?”
Her voice was somewhat urgent: “A dream, I want to enter the dream world.”
“No, you are approaching your limit.” Jima said, “Bestowing such strong power upon you would be troublesome for me.”
“But I really want it.”
“In the past, you were very smart, never specifying what gift you wanted.”
“Yes, Master.” Silver-haired witch Yuxia said, “Please grant me a little extraordinary ability.”
Jima wrapped her arms around her waist, lazily saying, “Let’s perform the blessing ritual.”
The slender body of silver-haired witch Yuxia surged with astonishing power, and after half an hour, sweat flowed down the curve of her back, that ugly scar was gone.
She sat on the ground, panting, draped in the cloud blanket personally spread by Jima, gazing at Jima’s departing rear, saying, “Thank you, Master, for the blessing.”
As she spoke, she lowered her head to hide her dissatisfaction.
She noticed that Jima was truly never without her arm ring; even during the blessing, when she pretended to casually want to remove Jima’s arm ring, Jima immediately scolded her.
Even when Jima reached the door of the bedroom, she could still sense the greedy scent radiating from silver-haired witch Yuxia.
But she didn’t care because to her, silver-haired witch Yuxia was nothing more than a slightly larger ant.
Right now, she was only thinking about how to become stronger, regardless of how fiercely humans reacted; she would push this matter out into the open.
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“She is a witch!”
The enraged mob had red faces, pulling the long hair of a blonde woman and dragging her out onto the street.
In broad daylight, someone stopped their car, wanting to intervene.
But behind the blonde woman, someone revealed a black and white maid outfit, like some kind of permit.
“She wants to serve that demon!”
People stopped in their tracks, glaring coldly at the humiliation of the blonde woman.
The blonde woman cried out, “I’m not! I didn’t! I just saw the advertisement.”
She was slapped in the face, and then they dragged her to a barbershop, where several beautiful women were already crying.
The buzzing sound of electric clippers came, and the barber shaved her blonde hair clean.
People nearby shouted with glee: “Bitch, do you think that demon will still like you now?”
On the roadside, an advertisement board was burning, depicting a maid pointing at the audience, saying, “Want to join Jima’s harem, experience a magical life, and gain beauty and youth?”
Several women with shaved heads were being paraded around in a pickup truck, passing by the burning advertisement board.
