A saintess? She's just a bad woman.

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"Please come in."

"sorry to bother you."

Seeing the maid gesture for the other palace servants to push open the heavy metal door, Saint Karina thanked her.

White steam billowed out, instantly soaking the walls and wooden pillars of the corridor. However, no one urged them on; they simply bowed their heads and bent over, strictly adhering to court etiquette.

"You don't need to serve us anymore. Just stand guard at the door. No one else is allowed to come in except for the two of us."

Saint Karina gave the orders without showing any discomfort.

Having held a high position for a long time, every word she spoke carried the air of a superior, and her orders did not allow for questioning.

"I understand."

After the two entered the bathhouse, An kept her head down and only looked at the area around their feet as she closed the metal door for them.

"Clang clang."

The gate was tightly shut, not a single crack could be seen.

"Phew... That feels good. I don't have to put on airs anymore."

When she was no longer in the presence of her servants, Saint Karina immediately relaxed.

"Melissa, you can speak now."

"Yes, Master."

Melissa took off her hood, revealing long, smooth pink hair, cold red eyes, tightly pursed lips, and a stiff expression, like an obedient doll.

She possessed demonic features, so she could only conceal them with a wide black robe.

It's outrageous that the Holy Maiden is accompanied by demon servants; apart from the young emperor, no one else knows about this.

The young emperor also wants Saint Karina to keep quiet. If the nobles find out, she will be overwhelmed with attacks on racial issues. Partington has a mess waiting for her to clean up, and she doesn't want to become the target of verbal and written attacks.

"You don't have to be so rigid, just be yourself. I am your master, but that doesn't mean you can't have your own feelings."

Saint Karina took Melissa's hand, her expression flippant, and secretly drew circles in Melissa's palm.

Then, she successfully felt Melissa's body stiffen, and she glared at her fiercely with anger in her eyes.

"Yes~ that's how it should be. As expected, you have the air of a beauty; even when you're angry, you're exceptionally charming~"

Saint Karina continued to laugh and joke, completely ignoring Melissa's disrespect.

She wasn't interested in dolls or zombie-like women; women were much more interesting to play with—they were flesh-and-blood, with their own tempers.

Saint Karina did not lower her quality of life. After her resurrection, she indulged in pleasure, and one of her most important forms of entertainment was cuddling with beautiful women of all kinds, which added a lot of fun to her boring time.

The bathhouse is quite large, with a huge hot spring pool and a rest area.

The area against the wall is a shower area with frosted glass and partition doors, used to wash away dirt. The floor has small grid-like partitions, and underneath are probably sewage pipes.

Then, in the center of the hot spring hall, there are two very long rows of genuine leather seats. In front of the seats are clean and bright half-length mirrors, covered with a thin layer of water mist, which blurs the women's bodies. Next to them are laundry baskets containing clean bathrobes and towels that smell of soap.

The entire rest area was spotless and bright, with not a trace of mud or dirt visible in the tile grout lines. It was clear that it was cleaned regularly and that the person doing the cleaning was very meticulous.

"Master, please don't tease me. You can take a bath by yourself."

Melissa retorted irritably when her cleavage was being scrutinized with ill-intentioned glances.

She had become Saint Karina's prisoner, bound by a contract to be her slave for life. However, she did not want to serve this woman, especially to satisfy her unspeakable desires.

She had no interest in soaking in the hot springs; she just wanted to find a cubicle with a door to wash herself clean and leave quickly.

"Hehe... Soaking in a hot spring alone is not pleasant. All hot springs require at least two people to soak together, with no upper limit. Having two women on your left and right is just the beginning. The best is to have a hot spring pool full of beautiful girls."

Saint Karina chuckled as she offered her opinion, teasing the shy demon lady.

She knew the other party would definitely argue with her, saying that slaves who don't say "no" to their masters are unqualified.

"Master, that's absolutely heretical. Even the Demon King wouldn't have so many women bathing with him. I've heard that the Demon King is a woman of pure character and doesn't even have a female partner."

Melissa originally wanted to mention her cousin, but considering the relationship between the demon legion commander and Saint Karina, she stopped herself in time to avoid offending the other party.

Although she loathed Saint Karina, the human, and hated that she had forced her to choose between freedom and life, making a painful choice while the person who forced her laughed wildly, as if she would be happy to enjoy her own suffering, her will to survive was still very strong.

She knew all too well what Saint Karina's methods were. She could talk back, she could throw a tantrum, and if she really angered Saint Karina, Saint Karina wouldn't kill her, but she would definitely teach her a lesson she would never forget.

Sometimes death is a relief; what's most frightening is wanting to die but not being able to.

"Oh~ Your Demon King really doesn't know how to enjoy life. Sometimes demons and humans are the same; they should follow their hearts and satisfy their physical needs."

Saint Karina explained things to Melissa, and not only that, she wanted to lead by example, showing Melissa how to enjoy life and not leave any regrets.

"Help me take this off. My clothes are very dirty. You can just take them off and throw them away."

Saint Karina was wearing a simple white robe, which Melissa could easily take off.

Moreover, not wanting to dirty the bathhouse floor, she had already taken off her high heels outside the metal gate and entered the bathhouse barefoot with Melissa.

"I think you, Melissa, won't refuse, will you?"

With her hand pressed against her belt, Melissa knew she couldn't escape.

12. Citrus aroma

With a gentle tug, the white robe on her body would slip down to her feet, cinched at the waist by the golden belt.

"There are only the two of us here, so there's no need to be shy. We're a bit unfamiliar with many things at first, but we'll get used to each other quickly."

"Yes."

Melissa knew she couldn't escape it, so she resigned herself to taking off the saintess's white robe and putting her in the emperor's new clothes.

Her long, flowing, snow-white hair, her swan-like neck as white as snow, her cleavage that makes one's blood boil, her beautiful, sapphire-like eyes that seem to speak, her cherry-like lips, and her faint fragrance.

Melissa really liked the orange flavor; it was refreshing and delicious, making her want to take a bite.

Instead of immersing herself in the hot spring or trying the shower, Santa Karina sat in front of the vanity mirror and instructed Melissa to fill a bucket with hot water from the hot spring pool. Melissa then helped her wet her hair and rub it with shampoo.

"I really want to eat some."

Melissa noticed that the scent of the shampoo blended with the white-haired girl's natural fragrance, which made her even more eager to do something.

A warm current surged through her abdomen, and she spoke in a very soft voice, so soft that only Melissa herself could hear her.

But she didn't notice that her hot breathing had already given her away. Saint Karina took in her unusual behavior and a playful smile appeared on her lips, as if she were plotting something.

This is just the beginning. If touching her hair can make Melissa's heart flutter, then later she will have to be scrubbed all over her body, every part of her body.

Only after cleaning your body can you enter the hot spring for a relaxing soak, allowing all your pores to open and providing the best hot spring experience.

"Okay, my hair has been washed long enough. Now help me dry the rest of my body."

Melissa carefully styled Saint Karina's hair as if it were a work of art, drying it with heat magic to prevent water from dripping into her eyes, and immediately began urging her to proceed to the next step.

"Yes."

Melissa tried hard to control her voice, to prevent it from changing abnormally, and to maintain the image of a emotionless machine that only obeys orders.

She trembled slightly as she placed the dry towel into another tub filled with clean, clear hot spring water, from which white steam rose.

"Crash."

It was the sound of squeezing out the water from the towel. She started wiping herself from behind, trying to keep her eyes from looking at anything she shouldn't. The soft velvet slid across her neck, back, and arms.

This process lasted at least thirty minutes. Finally, to stop her skin from being abused any longer, Saint Karina couldn't help but speak up to remind her.

"I feel like you're rubbing my skin raw. Girls are very delicate, so please wipe the front next."

"Ah... I'm sorry!"

Pulling herself out of her own world, Melissa saw that Saint Karina's sensitive and delicate skin had turned bright red, and she couldn't help but blush. She was so anxious when she answered that she almost bit her tongue.

She was so engrossed in her own world, completely captivated by the body of the wicked woman before her. Although she didn't touch her directly, she had changed the water on the white towel hundreds of times.

In a flurry of activity, she retrieved the bathtub, filled it with hot water from the hot spring, and poured out the murky, dirty water. Trembling slightly, she approached Saint Karina and began to serve her.

This time, Melissa acted quickly, as if she were dealing with a dangerous object that could burn her if she wasn't careful, and cleaned her front in five minutes.

Throughout the process, she kept her eyes glued to the ground beneath her toes, seemingly captivated by something indescribable, which burned her eyes.

"do I look good?"

"Ah...that one. It looks good."

Drawn to that more moist, more lustrous area, like a piece of milky white jade, Melissa was almost subconsciously seduced.

After she came to her senses and realized how honest she had been, she saw the wicked smile on Santa Karina's lips and realized what she had done and what she had answered.

"Bah."

Her face turned so red it looked like it could bleed, and visible white steam rose from her head.

Not only that, but her skin beneath the black dress was flushed with a shy blush, like a boiled shrimp.

The temperature and humidity of the air in the humid hot spring hall were constantly rising. Melissa's breathing became rapid, and the rising temperature on her body made her heart pound wildly. Her unspeakable desires were being exposed, and she was like a volcano ready to erupt at any moment.

"Don't suppress yourself. I've said it before, people are born to know how to indulge and enjoy life."

Saint Karina's crystal-clear jade feet, with their round and full toes, lifted Melissa's chin, making her look into her eyes.

There was a strange power in those deep blue eyes that, with each word, gradually stirred the listener's heart.

"Demons and humans are no different; they both crave beautiful things and have desires. You are my possession; you can do whatever you want to me. I am a very kind and gentle master, and I will use the softest parts of my body to tolerate your strength."

Every word Santa Karina uttered was like a seed, thrown into Melissa's heart, creating ripples that eventually took root and sprouted.

She desperately wanted something, and her master had already allowed her, the slave, to take as much as she wanted, so... what was there to hesitate about?

"Gudu."

Swallowing hard, Melissa decided to make a bold hypothesis and put it into action.

She really craved the rich, sweet aroma of a ripe orange and wanted to taste the citrus-flavored liquor herself.

The wine that Saint Karina produced as if by magic was her prized special blend. The wine was made from a vintage of more than 500 years ago, a rare and precious spirit that was priceless on the market and even royalty and emperors might not have the opportunity to taste it.

"Okay~"

Santa Karina seemed to sense her struggle and affirmed Melissa's idea.

These words, spoken lightly, reached Melissa's ears, but they became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

The volcano... finally erupted.

She knelt on the ground and placed her head on Saint Karina's crystal goblet, a tall, slender goblet with a conical shape at the other end.

The wine swirled inside; it was a beautiful, golden liquid, emitting a rich aroma of orange juice mixed with the scent of alcohol. As soon as Melissa got close, she was already slightly tipsy and began to feel dizzy.

Strangely, no matter how much she drank or how hard she struggled with the goblet, trying to find the mechanism of the magic trick, she couldn't find it. The liquid inside the goblet seemed inexhaustible, instead surging more and more, almost choking her several times.

13. Choose the one you like.

"Melissa, do you really like the orange-flavored liqueur I made for you?"

Saint Karina, as expected of a seasoned veteran from five hundred years ago, has a skin thicker than the walls of a military fortress.

She didn't feel ashamed at all of letting Melissa bury her head in her drink. She even pressed down on the back of Melissa's head with her hand and wouldn't let her leave when she occasionally choked and coughed, playing a game of suffocation.

"like."

Melissa was always surprisingly candid at times like this; she licked her lips, her eyes giving her a rather ambiguous look.

Perhaps it was her first time drinking, and her movements were not very skillful, but the demon girl's stamina was good. She glanced at the hanging clock in the hot spring and realized that an hour had passed.

If an ordinary human were to bite, they would usually feel dizzy after more than twenty minutes, but Melissa seemed to be enjoying it even more.

"Yours is developing quite well too, but I'll try it another time."

Saint Karina squeezed Melissa's fair little hand, the implication being quite strong.

"Let's leave it at that for now. If we soak in it for too long, the maids outside will start asking questions."

"Yes, Master."

Melissa emerged somewhat reluctantly from the obtuse angle formed between Santa Karina's legs; her black dress was now completely ruined, covered in wet stains.

Seeing several flower baskets placed around the edge of the hot spring pool, Melissa took off her black dress and put on the same Emperor's New Clothes as Saint Karina.

Her back was smooth, her skin was fair, and there were no visible scars. Melissa's figure was very tall, and her two long, white legs were strong and muscular.