A saintess? She's just a bad woman.

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She never told anyone that she had severe migraines.

This matter, of course, did not escape Saint Karina's notice. Although she did not know that Alessia often secretly hid in a corner of the library after class to take strong painkillers, she was able to read between the lines and judge Alessia's mood and physical condition through her facial expressions and body language.

In fact, the same powerful painkiller Alessia takes is purchased by many students suffering from headaches due to academic stress. This drug is highly effective but also extremely addictive, making it as difficult to quit as smoking or drinking.

The fact that Alessia has to rely on this thing at such a young age shows how much trouble she has in her heart.

Great, now is the perfect time to express yourself.

“Miss Alessia, would you like some services? I mean, a proper massage.”

"Don't ask me, just do it at your own pace. I don't like people always asking me what to do, understand?"

Alessia couldn't be bothered to think about tonight's plans. She didn't even want to talk to Miss Gin anymore; she just wanted to ask her when she would allow herself to fall into depravity.

“Of course I understand, my esteemed guest. Tonight I belong only to you. Your requests are my commands, and I will obey unconditionally. You may be my master or my queen, as you please.”

Providing massages to customers who are tired after a long day is also a skill that the club requires its female public relations staff to master.

A pretty face alone cannot guarantee long-term success in this diverse world. Just like idols on stage, being pretty is only one of the key elements. They also need to be individual trainees who have trained for two and a half years, like to wear gray overalls, know how to sing, dance, and rap, and even have to dance to the beat of the music.

Female public relations personnel are idol-like figures on another stage, requiring other skills. To put it bluntly, these skills are the ability to make money, and the quantity and level of these skills are directly linked to revenue.

Saint Karina happens to be quite versatile and knows how to transfer knowledge, applying these seemingly ordinary skills to the public relations industry, which has greatly increased her value.

Although she was taught by the Eternal Church and her training partners were mostly Emperor Ernest VII, the Lorian Empire's emperor from five hundred years ago, it must be said that the 72 Serpent Techniques and 108 Magic Finger Techniques that the Church meticulously taught the saintess for dealing with women are also quite formidable in the public relations world.

"Guest, please relax. Our shop offers complimentary massage services to help relieve fatigue from studies or work. I know a little about massage, so I'll be at your service now."

"Ah."

The girl lying on his lap frowned and let out a frustrated sigh. Santa Karina raised her hand to smooth her brow and massaged her temples. The pressure was just right, not too light, not too heavy, so as not to cause her pain, yet not too ineffective.

Although the services offered to different guests vary, Saint Karina does not treat commoners with disrespect or fawn over noble ladies.

In her eyes, everyone was equal, just a guest seeking pleasure.

Soft fingertips pressed nimbly on the head of the child, gradually reaching a comfortable level. Alessia offered no comment, lying motionless on Saint Karina's lap as if asleep.

Santa Karina caught a subtle change in her face—for a few seconds she wore an expression that was close to pleasure.

Girls this age are so easy to understand.

After the massage service ends, there are other plans. For example, he might trick Alessia into drinking some alcohol, get her drunk, and let her sleep soundly on the club's soft, spacious bed for far more than the gold coins she paid, so that she can offer up her nectar for him.

107. New Holy Sword Target

The next morning, the guest would simply think that he was just too drunk to hold his liquor.

Saint Karina didn't tamper with the wine at all; it was simply because the Nobia winery had a special brewing process that made the wine particularly potent without taking effect immediately.

Everything Saint Karina is doing now is just preparation; it would be too boring to have an overly intimate physical relationship with a guest on their very first night together.

Her motto is to maintain an ambiguous relationship with customers during the service time, which is "more than friends but less than lovers". After the service time is over, she whispers in the customer's ear, "I hope to see you again next time", implying that she hopes to get the opportunity to request the customer's service again next time.

The tavern's main selling point is to create wonderful memories for guests that they can't have in real life within a limited time, so that they become repeat customers.

Otherwise, this shop is no different from those sex therapist parlors in the red-light district.

"Sir, would you like me to pour you some more drinks? I can also mix many different kinds of drinks."

Santa Karina deliberately spoke into Alessia's ear, her breath landing precisely on the nape of her neck. Alessia's ears turned red, but she didn't even notice.

She almost became so engrossed in the wonderful sensations of the massage that she couldn't pull herself out, teetering between wakefulness and sleep.

I can't sleep yet.

She didn't want to sleep until she was completely plunged into darkness.

"No, next... I hope you can make me suffer eternal damnation."

Upon hearing the phrase "utter ruin," Saint Karina suddenly became interested.

Customers who specifically request her service generally hope to have an unforgettable experience from her, rather than using such dangerous words to describe the service.

An empty, lonely, and disillusioned noblewoman yearning for decadence... What an interesting guest.

Alessia, now lost and helpless, intends to destroy herself in an unprecedented way, inadvertently arousing a certain desire in Saint Karina. She wants to mold this girl into her ideal image, much like the process of building a mechanical assembly in a workshop, turning unshaped metal into the form on the blueprint.

This is the essence of the profession of a saintess: guiding lost sheep in special ways, teaching them according to their aptitude, and allowing them to grow and develop along a relatively stable path.

The younger a person is, the more malleable they are. Santa Karina even had a rough idea of ​​what kind of industry she wanted to mold her into.

"Miss Gin, are you listening?"

Alessia's slightly annoyed call quickly brought her to her senses, making her realize that her thoughts had gone off-topic. Tonight's discussion wasn't about how to mold the lamb into a practitioner, but rather about conforming to the theme of "degradation."

Based on Alessia's behavior just now, Saint Karina was basically certain of one thing—this girl was a blank slate, as pure and flawless as her skin.

"Don't worry, I've remembered every word you just said. Since we're headed for utter ruin, let's start by abandoning this pointless shame. Everything has to be done step by step. You wouldn't want to start by sharing a bed with a woman you don't know well, would you?"

"I don't deny it. As long as you let me taste the flavor of depravity, I don't care what happens..."

Santa Karina's azure eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze shifting subtly, reminding Alessia of the shimmering blue waters beneath the glass walkway. Miss Gin herself was even more beautiful than the tavern's patron in the promotional posters; her beauty was breathtaking.

Even without heavy makeup, she outshone other glamorous female public relations staff.

If you entrust your sense of shame to such a person, you won't regret it too much when you look back later, right?

A few drops of sweat trickled down her cheeks. The clear lemon sparkling wine made her brain and body feel hot, her skin flushed a light pink, and her beautiful pale golden eyes became hazy.

With one hand, he unbuttoned her collar, his cool fingertips brushing against her hot neck and collarbone, bringing a brief moment of comfort.

“Miss Alessia, you are very beautiful. May I have the honor of having you as my model for a painting?”

"Painting? What... does that have to do with depravity?"

“I hope you are not wearing any unnecessary clothes. Painting is the first step in helping you to abandon shame. If you want to become a depraved person, you have to break free from your shackles. Those fabrics are the chains that bind you. Art should never be covered up by these things.”

Saint Karina began to spout nonsense with a straight face.

Although Alessia was excellent, a high-quality client in every sense of the word, there were definitely no shortage of girls who liked her type. As far as she knew, coupled with her noble family background, many women at the university were interested in Alessia and hoped to develop a relationship with her, but without exception, they were all rejected.

She has always preferred physical intimacy over emotional connection; she can be a conversationalist on the boat at night, but not a girlfriend for a warm bed.

However, for Saint Karina, who exudes an aura of unapproachability and seems invincible, she is actually full of weaknesses.

Saint Karina opened the cabinet next to her, looked at the neatly arranged props inside, and a smile appeared on her lips.

To fight magic with magic, the various props in the cabinet, designed to enhance the erotic atmosphere, perfectly fit the theme of "degeneration." Saint Karina doesn't usually use them casually, because no guest would come in requesting something so stimulating.

She estimated that there was still about half an hour before the noble Miss Alessia fell into a deep sleep. If she could make her feel that she had gotten a great deal, and that she would want to visit the "tavern" again with Saint Karina the next time she passed by, then today's business would be considered a success.

Under Saint Karina's persuasion, the tipsy Alessia removed her armor, donned the Emperor's New Clothes, and reclined on the sofa. Below her collarbone were impeccably feminine features, her figure and form exuding power.

"What's next...?"

Alessia's breath reeked of alcohol, and her eyes became glazed. Then, Santa Karina dragged a soft wicker chair over from the side and laid out a cushion.

"Please sit here first."

"..."

The girl reluctantly left the soft sofa and sat in the wicker chair. Her exposed skin felt cool at first, but relaxed completely after she adjusted. When she came to her senses, Saint Karina was holding a brass-colored metal box.

The suitcase is secured with a new type of roller mechanical combination lock, which is the most common type of small storage box on the market. With a soft "click," the mechanical assembly inside the lock moves the lock cylinder back, and the suitcase opens.

Inside are two retractable handcuffs. The deformable part, which connects the two rings, is made of E53 steel, which is currently the most flexible steel. This metal has the property of "memory," meaning it can return to its original shape when not in use without being damaged, just like the elastic band in a belt.

Metal handcuffs, which are highly malleable, can not only immobilize the person being restrained, but also save time and space, making them much more convenient than binding with four ordinary metal handcuffs or four ropes.

The more you struggle, the tighter the handcuffs tighten, like the nameless gray-green vines in the Gray Mist Forest. It is said that the inventor of these handcuffs was inspired after accidentally wandering into the forest and getting entangled in those vines. After being rescued, the person who wandered in immediately created the first prototype of these handcuffs.

With two crisp mechanical clicks, Alessia's legs were shackled to the rattan chair, rendering her temporarily immobile.

Next are the hands.

She sat in the chair with an extremely subtle overall posture, the line connecting her two knees and her body forming an obtuse angle, revealing the beautiful scenery in its entirety.

"What...are you doing?"

Alessia felt agitated as she found herself bound. If Miss Gin did anything too outrageous to her, she would definitely complain to the club's management to protect her rights.

"Don't be afraid, it's just a special treat. Once this painting is finished, I will remove your shackles. I swear to the great God of Order that if I ever harbor any intention to harm you, I will be condemned and punished by Him."

Saint Karina raised her hand and pointed upwards.

Swearing an oath to the nation's guardian deity is the highest and most formal way to do so. Alessia temporarily suppressed her doubts and watched as she set up the easel and arranged the entire box of brand-new paints on the small table.

The objects in front of me became increasingly blurry, appearing as double images. A ray gradually emerged from the obtuse angle vertex, winding and flowing like an artificial stream in a simulated Western-style courtyard in a pub or club.

This was exactly what Saint Karina wanted.

Since Alessia wants to fall into depravity, let her do more depraved things.

Santa Karina used a black canvas, pure white paper, and a wooden frame with neatly trimmed burrs, appearing flawless and smooth to the touch. In her blurry vision, Alessia could barely make out the outline of the light brown easel directly in front of her.

On top was a drawing board about the size of two volumes of "Theoretical Knowledge of Magic Engineering," with a clean white canvas nailed to it. Paintbrushes for oil painting were also ready, and a plastic palette with several small squares contained several colors of paint.

Alessia was in a daze and her mind was spinning. The aftereffects of that small glass of wine were more intense than any other wine she had ever drunk. A strange, malevolent fire began to burn in her throat and soon spread throughout her body.

The girl's fair skin flushed with a rosy hue, a color even more beautiful than the sunset, and Saint Karina could hardly look away. But from an aesthetic point of view, she was indeed captivated by Alessia's beauty.

Santa Karina picked up her palette and walked gracefully to Alessia, taking water with her dry brush. The water was readily available; it would be a waste not to use it.

The pen tip accidentally brushed against Alessia's skin, causing her to tremble suddenly and exhale a hot breath of alcohol.

It took less than two minutes to fetch the water, and although it was rather viscous, it was enough to spread the paint in the palette. Looking up, Saint Karina met those pale golden eyes, the clear swirling water sparkling. It seemed to be her first time doing this, and her eyes held a hint of anticipation.

So, Santa Karina used her hand to lift a strand of silver hair from Alessia's cheek and tuck it behind her ear.

"Guest, please be patient. I will finish this painting as soon as possible. Would you please rest in the chair while I paint?"

The ethereal words possessed an irresistible magic, allowing Alessia to accept the fact that she was bound. Even if it was only for a moment, it wasn't something she couldn't wait for.

"understood."

There's still plenty of time tonight; you can skip 8 AM tomorrow if you don't want to. The substitute teacher for the Magic Engineering course is an incredibly boring and uninteresting woman. On her very first day of class, she gave my essay a zero and wrote a very unpleasant comment.

Alessia's proudest course was one that the new teacher deemed worthy of a failing grade, and from that moment on, she harbored a grudge against her, wanting to avoid her completely. If it weren't for the need to earn credits, she might as well have simply skipped the course.

Although she could graduate directly with the help of her family, and credits were just numbers that could be easily altered, she only wanted to use the game of power and money for her romantic relationships with women, to be a beautiful butterfly flitting about in the night. She had no interest in threatening teachers or pressuring the school to get a diploma.

Doing so would only make her situation more controversial, and although she didn't care about what others said, she didn't want to become that kind of annoying nobleman.

Skipping class is a form of depravity, and the thought that her actions were tarnishing Oswald's reputation excited her. Even though she was currently only wearing a thin Emperor's New Clothes and was tied to a chair by a public relations officer skilled in physical healing magic.

The drunk Alessia was completely unaware of the richness of her facial expressions. Saint Karina captured the most intoxicating moment and sketched it on paper.

It's a consensus that a female PR person who can't draw isn't a good female PR person.

When she finished the last stroke, she found that the girl had already leaned back in the wicker chair and fallen into a deep sleep.

"call--"

We've finally waited for this moment.

Now is the perfect time to use the Holy Sword and make Alessia my possession. Signing the slave contract—all the groundwork Saint Karina had laid was for this moment, even though the other party was convinced she wanted to lead her into the abyss of depravity. Saint Karina's actions were a morally reprehensible act.

However, this was absolutely a legitimate form of empowerment. From a high-ranking noble lady, the undisputed ruler of the Grand Duchy, she became a prisoner of a wicked woman, forced to obey her every word, her body and soul transformed into a being yearning for Saint Karina's form—a fall from heaven into an indescribable abyss. In other words, it was Saint Karina who fulfilled her wish.

Moreover, as long as one has no morals, one will not be bound by morals; this is the motto of a bad woman.

Just to be on the safe side, Santa Karina first activated the room's combination lock, turning the dial to enter a temporary password. Once the door is locked, the indicator light outside will turn a glaring red, and a light red, upside-down wine glass mark will appear on the door, preventing unauthorized entry.

After locking the door and drawing the curtains to ensure no one could see what was happening inside, Santa Karina returned to the sleeping Alessia and tried to wake her.

"guest?"

"Miss Alessia?"

She gently shook Alessia's body while calling out to her in a louder voice. The latter didn't respond, as if she had been knocked unconscious and tied to a chair.

Using the Holy Sword to sign an unequal contract in a public place is an activity that needs to be carried out in an extremely secretive manner. If the owner of the Holy Sword wants, the person stabbed by the Holy Sword will have the same effect as drinking alcohol or drinking sedative tea. For example, after waking up, he will not remember the process of being pierced by the Holy Sword.

Enjoying the tingling sensation on the back from the Holy Sword will only make its owner a little tired, but will not endanger their life.

Saint Karina never drains those she absorbs, but rather turns trickles into vast oceans.

She dislikes arid deserts and prefers irrigated farmland or rainforests with abundant rainfall.

Despite repeated attempts, Alessia showed no signs of waking up. Santa Karina pulled her black dress down to her waist again, placed her right hand on her heart, and began to work towards a truly sustainable development plan.

The guests gave her the opportunity to achieve the goals the little emperor demanded, and she brought the guests physical and mental satisfaction, resulting in a win-win situation.

"Alright, we need to get started right away."