A saintess? She's just a bad woman.

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"Master, which type of petal do you prefer?"

"I'm fine with anything, just pick your favorite kind."

Saint Karina doesn't act like a mistress and doesn't like people who make things difficult for her in daily life.

It's true that she enjoys teasing Melissa, but a bad taste and deliberate mistreatment are not the same thing.

“I understand, then I’ll take these pink petals. I’ve heard that cherry blossoms are a specialty of an island nation called Japan, where there are many beautiful big trees with these kinds of petals.”

Melissa explained to Santa Karina.

In reality, she was simply burying her head in the sand. What she was thinking was that the colors of the other petals didn't match hers. If the petals were pink, then, rounding up, it would mean that Saint Karina's entire body had turned her color.

Melissa was actually disappointed that Saint Karina had only given her a little treat and not the main course.

She wasn't quite sure why she had changed like this. Before entering the hot spring area, she hated Saint Karina to death and wanted to strangle her, but now she was completely different.

More than hatred, she wanted to possess Saint Karina, to make her a complete mess, even more pathetic than when she first suffered a humiliation in front of her.

Perhaps... all human saintesses are like this, a potent poison to demons, which is why she couldn't help herself, as if she had been given a bewitching potion.

"Hmm...so gentle."

The fragrance of cherry blossom petals is faint, lacking the vibrancy of peach blossoms, the richness of roses, and the mellow aroma of plum blossoms.

It's a floral fragrance that you have to smell carefully to appreciate its gentle, lingering aroma.

"It has a relaxing atmosphere."

Santa Karina nodded, acknowledging Melissa's taste.

"You have a good eye. Now, pour some essential oil into my bath."

Saint Karina slowly walked to the edge of the pool. Her jade-like feet first dipped into the water, which was slightly hot. As the water touched her feet, ripples spread across the surface.

As Melissa watched from a distance, the thought of how it was that foot that had initially teased her and ignited her unspeakable desires caused a surge of heat to rise in her abdomen.

Her face flushed slightly again. Seeing that Saint Karina's body was fully submerged in the bath and she was sitting on the edge of the tub, she picked up a bottle labeled "essential oil" and went over to her.

"Goooooooooo."

The liquid in the bottle was poured out, and the hot spring area was immediately filled with a pleasant aroma of plant essences.

It smells better than perfume, fresh without being pungent, with a rich and sweet fragrance, making it the most natural essential oil to enhance femininity.

"Master, let me massage your shoulders first."

"Ah."

Santa Karina squinted her eyes, looking quite content in the water.

At that moment, she resembled a lazy, elegant white cat basking in the sunlight, her body soft and limp, as if she had no bones, yet she was incredibly adorable.

The white-haired girl allowed Melissa's soft, boneless hands to touch her shoulders, kneading and pressing acupoints with skillful varying degrees of pressure.

"Melissa...you're giving me such a good massage."

Saint Karina praised.

Melissa's small hands didn't have the thin calluses that human martial arts girls have; her skin was as soft and smooth as a baby's, and very elastic.

If those hands were massaging my shoulders instead of my back, it would probably feel very comfortable.

"My lower back is a little sore too, could you massage it for me?"

"If you like, I can massage all sorts of places for you every day."

Melissa's words were veiled and implied something.

Her eyes fell on a spot underwater, a place as warm and inviting as jade in springtime, where Melissa had first tried her hand at drinking.

At this moment, the wine cellar owner turned off the tap. If guests want to enjoy fine wine and food again, they must ask the cellar owner to allow them to visit again and open the tap to drink to their heart's content.

"Okay, so you finally understand the importance of enjoying life to the fullest."

Although Saint Karina was puzzled by the other party's change, the contract magic was still in effect. She was not worried that Melissa was pretending to flatter her while secretly plotting how to kill her.

During the process of persuading the other party, it was also the first time she had used the Holy Sword to do that kind of thing. The Holy Sword pierced through Melissa's body, and she felt that she had reached the peak of happiness in an indescribable state.

Perhaps... the holy sword is the seed that leads people to corruption? The more holy something appears on the surface, the more sinful it actually is.

Just like the rituals in the underground sanctuary, if the young emperor hadn't entered it, he probably would never have known how the Ernest family continued their lineage.

But this is for the best; Melissa is much more obedient and docile now.

Saint Karina's only trump card now is the two remaining chances to unseal the stone. Her physical strength has declined to the weakest level; she has the spell model but lacks the corresponding power. In terms of combat skills, she's probably only capable of catching a few street thieves and beating up a few thugs in alleyways.

She spared Melissa's life not merely out of pity, but because she wanted her to be her trump card. The strength of a fifth-level Demon General was enough to protect her safety in many situations.

Five hundred years later, the Lorian Empire is no longer a powerful nation on the continent, and even the demonic invasions have not truly taken this country seriously.

Like this time, the leaders were all nobodies. Even the seven legion commanders of the demon race did not come, and the ancestor and the demon king could not be seen at all.

14. Being teased

"Hey..."

Just as Santa Karina was still thinking, the stimulation from her body made her scream.

"What's wrong, Master? Have I failed to serve you properly?"

Melissa's hand slid down her neck, igniting a fiery passion within.

Her body temperature was rising, and Santa Karina couldn't help but pull away from the hands that gave her a shivering, pleasurable sensation.

"No...don't stop..."

Once the electric sensation subsided slightly, Santa Karina continued to explain, "It's just that the feeling came so suddenly, I didn't expect it. It's fine now, your skills are excellent, I didn't mean to blame you."

"Okay, master."

Melissa breathed a sigh of relief, as long as Santa Karina didn't hate her touch.

She continued to move her hands, focusing on massaging Saint Karina's back and waist. This time, however, the more careful technique brought Saint Karina even greater stimulation. Besides the fact that the massage was really comfortable and the craftsmanship was very professional, she felt a strange itch on her back, as if she had been scratched by a quill pen.

The sensation travels from the body to the heart.

Finally, Saint Karina stopped. She instinctively twisted her body to try to avoid it, and saw Melissa at the edge of the pool in an indescribably awkward position.

She was lying prone, using her cleavage and knees as support, with only her hands reaching under the hot spring water that was above her chest.

"Melissa, aren't you tired?"

"I'm not tired. It's my honor to serve my master. I'm so happy that you don't mind my demonic hands."

Melissa had a dark deposit in the back of her eyes, something that hadn't been there before the Holy Sword ritual.

Her smile was innocent and naive, and Santa Karina couldn't detect any pretense, knowing that it was probably genuine.

"Ugh……"

She couldn't help but sigh.

It seems that the Holy Sword truly has a certain spiritual guiding effect, causing the dominated to gradually lose their sense of self and become the slaves of the dominant.

For slaves who are both physically and mentally imprisoned, the only way to escape is through death.

In that case, should we be a little nicer to her?

"You're not tired, but I feel uncomfortable with your massage..."

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"What I mean is, I want you to come in..."

Cherishing your toys is also a way of fulfilling your responsibilities as a owner.

Santa Karina wrapped her arms around Melissa's neck intimately, like lovers, and then, as they whispered in each other's ears, she used her wrists and arms to pull Melissa directly into the water.

"thump--"

High sprays of water flew up, and a lot of water fell onto the floor.

"ah!"

Melissa screamed.

Saint Karina's movements were so sudden that she was so frightened that she closed her eyes and almost crashed into the hot spring pool.

The feeling of falling headfirst into the water was awful; she remained too nervous to open her eyes even after her body was righted.

"It's alright, Melissa. The hot spring isn't deep; no one will drown."

Saint Karina pinched Melissa's pale face to bring her back to her senses.

"Ah...that..."

Her face turned from white to red, and her cheeks flushed red all the way to her ears.

"I'm sorry, Master!"

She finally loosened her grip on Santa Karina's hand, feeling ashamed of her previous koala-like posture.

"It's nothing. You didn't do anything rude to me. It was I who startled you."

Saint Karina didn't take the beautiful girl's stickers seriously at all. Not only did she not mind, she even wanted to say "Modo Modo".

Then, a half-smile appeared on her lips, and with a serious look in her eyes, but with an undisguised teasing tone, she asked:

"Compared to this, how does my bathwater taste?"

There was an indescribable allure in her eyes, as if something had suddenly hooked Melissa's heart.

She was already a bit dazed, and now she was even more clueless.

"It's...delicious."

"Pfft... Hahahaha. You're so cute, it makes me... unable to suppress a laugh."

Saint Karina burst into laughter, a reaction that didn't fit her saintly persona.

She couldn't help but wonder if the problem wasn't the Holy Sword Ritual, but Melissa's naturally naive personality.

Melissa, who had been honestly answering her true feelings, was a little embarrassed by Saint Karina's laughter.

"Master... um, could you please stop laughing?"

It's certainly shameful to say someone else's bathwater tastes good, in a way. She vowed she would never be so honest again. Being punished for lying by her master was better than being laughed at.

"Sorry, sorry, I just couldn't help it."

Santa Karina's apology seemed sincere, but she didn't feel much remorse in her heart.

"Keep massaging me, my body will warm up quickly after soaking in the hot spring."

These words were meant for Melissa.

When Saint Karina grabbed the other person, she felt that Melissa's body temperature was very low.

Come to think of it, he only had the Emperor's New Clothes, which were so thin that it was almost like he wasn't wearing anything. He had been lying on the cold floor for so long, so it was no wonder that he lost body heat.

He dragged her into the water partly as a prank, and partly in the hope that Melissa wouldn't catch a cold.

"Let's soak for another thirty minutes. Soaking in hot springs for too long can easily cause fainting. Thirty minutes is just right."

"Ah."

"Also, just sitting here is a bit boring, and I'm afraid I'll fall asleep while I'm massaging you. How about we chat? Like, we can talk about you?"

Then, the two began to talk about their backgrounds. Melissa suddenly became very talkative and asked to tell her own story first.

In fact, not all demons are as vicious as humans imagine. Some are content with their lot and simply want to live their own lives in the demon realm.

Being conscripted into the demon army to invade human territory was merely a means to earn a living. Demons are also divided into classes, and there is a gap between the rich and the poor.

"When we were in military academy, our instructors told us that the history of the demon race is a magnificent history of struggle. Every demon can become a brave and skilled warrior. Regardless of gender, as long as you can make meritorious contributions, you will have the opportunity to meet the Demon King."

"So... that's why you fought so hard on the battlefield?"

"Because if I don't work this hard, I'll be arranged to get married early and become a boring housewife. I don't want my life to revolve around children and a kitchen full of cooking fumes."

Melissa sighed.

"It's too late to say anything now. I'm a prisoner of humans, and the other demons will probably be ashamed of me. There's a rule in the army that captured demons must commit suicide to prevent information from being leaked. If I see them again, I'll definitely be killed."

Saint Karina shook her head after hearing this.