Chapter 267 Chapter 261 Such a matter, no thank you
Unfortunately, George didn’t listen to her.
Jima’s battered body could hear and feel George approaching with two feet.
But that was only a small regret.
He lost! That chosen one, that arrogant thing, has thoroughly lost to me. Stabbing me while still a minor, right? After all the hardships to develop an underground organization, refusing to budge, insisting on judging me, right? He’s lost!
An indescribable sense of exhilaration surged in her heart.
Her broken body, quickened blood flow due to excitement. Her life form had long changed; the wounds on her severed limbs were no longer bleeding, but excitement caused the blood to flow again.
Blood surged to her brain, throbbing in pain. Her soul burned by the holy sword, the magic power fluctuating repeatedly, like a towel twisted a thousand times, pain pierced like needles everywhere.
But the joy of defeating George dulled all the pain.
George’s footsteps drew closer and closer.
How to humiliate this brave man next?
Just a slight thought made Jima bleed more, her brain trembled.
George knelt in front of her, slowly placing his hands on her thigh. A wave of warmth came from the wound; this time Jima didn’t refuse. She proudly lifted her chin, enjoying the service of the loser.
The wound sent a tingling and prickly sensation. Granulation tissue began to emerge from the wound, intertwining together. Her thigh felt cold, followed by her left arm.
All severed by George’s own hand.
After rejoining her limbs, George treated Jima’s eyes, but the wound was very complicated. Her eyeballs had all been burned to destruction and couldn’t be restored in a short time.
Jima stood up and said:
“Hero, because of your rudeness, I have decided to postpone the negotiations with humanity about the sun until the day after tomorrow. I will inform the world that you, the hero, allowed the entire planet to remain in darkness for two days due to your little self-esteem, causing countless children to die in the cold night. This is all your doing.”
George said, “I’m sorry.”
How pleasant that was.
A communicator on George’s body beeped.
“Pick up your communicator.” Jima said, “Admit your defeat to me and let them make an announcement.”
After a while, she heard George’s voice.
“I have failed—”
“Say that you lost to me.”
“I lost to the Demon King Jima—”
“Who allowed you to call me by my name?”
“I lost to the Demon King; her blasphemous ritual seems to have extinguished the sun several years ago.”
Jima became alert.
He must be unwilling, passing on information to break his own myth of lies—because strictly speaking, she hadn’t extinguished the sun, only prevented its light from reaching the Earth and the moon.
She remained on guard, ensuring she wouldn’t slip up and be seen through by him.
“…Please make my defeat public; the Demon King will not negotiate with us in the short term… Alright.”
“Extend your face.” Jima raised her right hand, “I want to slap you.”
Incredibly, she heard the sound of a helmet falling to the ground, feeling George actually extending his face towards her.
Without hesitation, Jima slapped the proud man’s face.
He must feel very humiliated and pained, especially knowing that I used to be a trashy man but tricked him using this skin.
“Alright, since you look like a dog, I will give you another chance.” Jima couldn’t appreciate George’s expression due to her bad eyes and didn’t sense how much pain he was in.
He must be enduring it.
Jima considered how to torment George further.
At this point, the numbness in her left arm gradually faded, and she could feel the cold arm ring.
Jima frowned in disgust; such a useless, cheap thing was still on her arm. She hadn’t seen George show any mercy when he severed her arms.
To waste a beloved witch for it was a business utterly doomed to loss.
“One more thing.” Jima pulled the arm ring off with her hand and threw it back to George. “Break this piece of junk for me.”
George didn’t move, emanating wafts of delicious pain.
Jima stressed again, “Break it for me!”
But George accepted the arm ring.
“Fine.” Jima said coldly, “Then wait until the water balloon turns into an ice ball, and after all people develop thousands of recipes for earthworms, I will deign to negotiate. If you haven’t fallen yet, break it for me! I won’t repeat myself a third time.”
George said, “Jima, you betrayed me before, living in fear, right? Because I could kill my mother for justice, slaughter the surrendering green dragons and dark elves. I can understand you.”
“Ha.” Jima sneered, “Are you trying to divert the topic and play the emotional card? Then I’ll let the world remain dark for a few more days. Before the sun is extinguished, you, the hero, expend so much effort, without haste to save your homeland, but insist on taking away my wealth, my life, and my freedom, wanting to annihilate me.”
Jima couldn’t help but vent:
“Shut your mouth, do you think I don’t know who you are? One day, to relieve single men, you wouldn’t be surprised to donate your wife as a charity prostitute. Now, you are my slave; I will put a dog collar around your neck, or the sun will never rise above the horizon again.”
“At least now, I don’t care if the sun rises tomorrow.”
“Could it be that a dignified hero would turn a blind eye to the cries of the dying people?”
“I’m tired, and I don’t want to think so much right now.”
“So, you want to cripple me or torture me now?” Jima laughed. “Come at me; I have roamed the demon realm for three hundred years; what kind of torture have I not endured? It’s just pain, nothing more.”
Jima’s hand was tightly held. George said, “I love you.”
“Wow, I’m so moved; should I fall into your arms and cry?” Jima said, “It’s so awkward and disgusting that I want to vomit.”
After saying that, Jima covered her stomach and bent over as if about to vomit.
She felt nauseous, especially thinking that this was the truth.
Such flattery pieced together with truth made her want to puke out her intestines just thinking about it.
Ha, he knows what’s beneath my skin, knows it completely. But for the sake of saving the world, I forced myself to squeeze these words out, disgusting, really disgusting.
“By the way, returning to the earlier topic, you’ve miscalculated.” Jima said, “My betrayal of you is truly because you’re too weak. A fool like you, who is so self-righteous, I could have killed you a hundred or a thousand times, but seeing you have some use, I spared your life.”
“Right, don’t forget. The one who fought you just now was my former self, and as for your fiancées, they were really great; I want to give you a thumbs up.”
Pain poured like honey into her heart.
Jima was very pleased, but the next second, George rushed over, embracing her.
Jima’s face was pressed against the cold, damaged chest plate, and she sarcastically remarked:
“What’s wrong? Don’t you holy paladins like the truth so much? Can’t handle it? You can choose to twist off my head.”
The world turned upside down; Jima thought George was angry and would throw her away.
But after a while, she found George had cradled her and was walking deep into the main hall.
“I command you to stop.”
George did not stop.
“You defy my command again. This time, the world will not see a shred of sunlight for an entire week.”
George said, “I don’t want to think about the sun right now.”
Jima began to feel uneasy; her control over George relied entirely on his morals. She began to fear:
“Hero, what do you want to do?”
“I want to tell you, I don’t care about your past.”
“You disgusting self-righteous thing.” Jima said, “Who do you think you are? Why should I care what you think?”
George stopped and said, “We’ve arrived.”
“Arrived at what?”
The sound of the door pushing open reached her ears, and Jima could smell the familiar scent of her bedroom.
“What are you going to do to me?”
George gently placed Jima on the bed and said, “Prove it by action.”
Jima was instantly stunned, anger and humiliation mixed together, distorting her face.
“What kind of beautiful dream is this?! You arrogant person, who makes me want to throw up my stomach acid! You actually fantasize about using your little mushroom to make me submit? Don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking! When I was with the first thousand girls, you were still peeing and making mud!”
The sound of plate armor falling on the floor answered her.
Without saying a word, Jima flapped her wings and floated into the air, but then her tail hurt and she was forcibly yanked back, landing on the bed.
She realized a horrifying point: theoretically, given their strengths, the one who could be disregarded was herself.
“You must have seen Baldy Qiang just now; that was what I looked like before. Now, are you feeling great and noble, making great sacrifices to save all humanity? Disgusting! Really disgusting!”
George reached out towards her.
“Get away! Stay away from me!” Jima kicked at his chest with all her might, but he grabbed her ankle, methodically removing her armor piece by piece.
Jima cursed and struggled, pushing against him, cursing at him, clenching her fists to hit him, but in despair, George remained unmoved.
“Clang!”
The sound of the breastplate hitting the ground.
“What do you want to do?” Jima resisted with all her strength, but she was still embraced, her arms tightly bound like iron bars.
George’s voice sounded in her ear: “I said, prove it by action.”
A sword pressed against her. Losing her sight, Jima’s sense of touch became very sharp. He indeed had the confidence to say such words.
“I… I… we are enemies!”
“You are my fiancée; we have already signed a contract.”
“I breached the contract!” Jima said, as if grabbing at a lifeline. “That contract has long turned into my previous vulnerability status.”
“But I haven’t turned it into vulnerability, so the contract still stands, and you remain my fiancée.”
Jima suddenly realized that in a debate, she was far from George’s match.
“Hypocrite!” she cursed. “You wanted to assassinate me before.”
George said, “I’ve missed you for a long time.”
She could feel the persistent scent of peach blossoms from the entire battle lingering.
But what was the use of that? The chopping still had to continue.
Jima sneered, relaxed her body, and said:
“Do as you wish; after all, we succubi are inherently promiscuous, and I’m not someone who keeps my chastity. Tonight, I’ll pretend to get bitten by a dog. Who knows, if you serve well, I might reward you with a bone.”
With that, Jima closed her eyes.
George whispered in her ear: “Wanziqi.”
A terrifying sense of shame cut through her heart like a chaotic knife.
After George uttered the name “Wanziqi” a third time.
Jima couldn’t help but open her eyes, her golden pupils shining with light: “Stop mentioning it!”
“I have seen your previous self.”
“That… that isn’t me.”
“Wanziqi.”
“Stop, please stop.” Jima’s face turned red, her hands tightly clutching the dark red bedsheet. “Ah!… Don’t say it again! You… pervert!”
“What should I not say again?”
“Don’t say that name!” Jima yelled, “Don’t you think… ah… disgusting?”
“I’ve never cared.”
“Liar!” Jima struggled hard but ultimately remained pinned down. She gritted her teeth, squeezing out a few words through clenched jaws: “You… just want to covet my skin… it’s obviously like that.”
But knowing what I used to be like, why can he still have such fervent and steadfast love?
“Wanziqi.”
Liar, liar.
Jima couldn’t take it anymore, lowering her voice, covering her face with her hands, pleading: “Please… don’t say it again.”
“Don’t say what again?”
“My… previous name.”
“Alright.”
Jima breathed a sigh of relief.
“I have seen your previous self.” George struck her hard again, “When you were bored, you liked to scratch the paint off the table with your nails.”
Jima felt her face and neck burning hot. Her toes curled up tightly, her hands clenching the bedsheets, and harboring a sliver of hope, she asked: “How… how did you know?”
“Your mother kept all your belongings in your room.” George replied calmly, “From the scent, I observed the old you.”
Jima buried her face in the bedsheet like an ostrich, pushing it hard: “No, don’t say it, don’t…”
“I also read the setting of the novel you wrote. Now I understand why you thought of writing a novel when you could legally make money.”
Jima felt herself heating up all over, turning red: “Shut up, please, George, stop talking.”
Fortunately, George did not press further; he closed his mouth.
Jima’s heart, nearly choked by shame, finally had a moment to breathe.
The bedroom grew increasingly warm.
The mixture of the scent of blood, gunpowder, sweat, and peach blossoms filled the air.
In one physical interaction after another, Jima exerted all her strength to say:
“You little brat, are you very pleased? Have you received a discounted sense of justice, or do you think I will be so moved that I’ll weep? Dream on!”
But saying this, Jima’s tears always fell along her cheeks.
George reached out, wiping the tears from her face.
Jima turned her head away, desperately burying her face in the sheets, wiping away the stream of tears.
Finally, she drifted into a deep sleep.
…
The next day.
No sun, the world plunged into darkness.
She couldn’t tell if it was morning or afternoon.
Jima naturally woke up, instinctively kicking beside her at the person who was in her way.
But she found no resistance even after kicking a few times.
A hand grabbed her foot, the fingers pinching the sole, making it ticklish.
Sitting up, Jima saw George and was disappointed to realize that last night was not a dream.
George looked at her calmly, noticing this righteous man seemed nothing like the beast from last night.
There was still a faint burn in her throat, and her lower abdomen and belly felt a warm sensation.
The sense of shame surged again.
Jima raised her head and said:
“You did well; I’m quite satisfied. Given your humble service, I shall reluctantly overlook your rudeness last night. Today, let’s negotiate properly. I won’t discuss it with the humans, because ultimately, the only one who can challenge me is you.”
George kissed her.
Jima turned her head, saying: “Now is the best time for you to talk about your terms while I’m in a good mood because of your service.”
“I want you to promise me one request.”
“No.” Jima said softly but firmly, “I’ll at most give you a crown fragment and maybe use my connections to give you a specialty from my hometown—a hydrogen bomb—to send you back. I will never go to your world with you; this is my home, the place where I enjoy life, and I’m very happy here.”
“I just want to take you to meet your biological parents.” George said, “I promised your mother I would bring you back.”
Jima paused and said: “As a holy warrior, shouldn’t your first sentence upon waking be to care about the people of the world? Look at them; they still haven’t seen the sun, and they are almost depressed.”
“I’ve decided to put that off for later.”
“Alright, then let’s talk now.” Jima said: “Connect your people and negotiate with me as a representative.”
“Sure,” George said, “But you still haven’t answered me; you must promise me that request.”
“Such a matter, no thank you!”
