A saintess? She's just a bad woman.

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The big, shiny curry stick, the holy sword has been taken out by Saint Karina.

This shockingly large item was properly dressed by her, and, wet, ready to fire at the indescribable.

The Holy Sword resonated with the Saintess herself; though she used it only a handful of times, each use brought her a blissful experience akin to entering a paradise. Joyful, and indescribably wonderful.

While charging was troublesome, the Holy Sword also brought her many benefits. For example, when she encountered a demon disguised as a human in a dimly lit alley and tried to use his sexual techniques on her, even though Saint Karina was weak and exhausted, she could recover completely with the help of the Holy Sword and achieve a beautiful counterattack.

As long as its master is alive, the Holy Sword is unlikely to be damaged by any external force; the only concern is its energy depletion. The only way to recharge it is to pierce the Holy Sword through a woman's body and obtain new energy from someone other than its master.

Saint Karina held the holy sword in her hand, just like a succubus with a long, thin black tail appearing behind her. The end of the tail was shaped like a heart, except that Saint Karina's tail was in front, and the front end was a triangle resembling an arrow.

The Holy Sword functions similarly to a charging cable; once inserted into the customer's body, new energy will continuously flow into the customer's body and be converted into the Holy Sword's energy.

“I’m sorry, Miss Alessia. However, as a token of my gratitude, I’ll make sure you’re more comfortable next time.”

She clasped her hands together twice, said "I'm starting," then went around behind Alessia, tossed aside her long silver hair that had gone from a single ponytail to flowing over her shoulders, and plunged the holy sword into the canyon behind her.

The girl's body trembled slightly as if she had been electrocuted, and she uttered a few melodious monosyllabic words. Warm magic flowed from the girl's body, flowing into Saint Karina's body along the holy sword.

My body felt like it was soaking in a hot spring, my spine felt numb, two heart-shaped patterns appeared in my eyes, and my breathing became more and more rapid.

"This feeling is even better than drinking Vita! As expected of Miss Alessia, her magical power is both abundant and potent..."

Saint Karina knew her expression must resemble that of a movie heroine who influences the world without leaving her room. The Holy Sword's empty energy bar gradually filled, its color changing from red to a vibrant blue.

When the charging was successfully completed, a puddle of water appeared on the carpet under Alessia's feet for some reason.

The water stains on the carpet were a bit sticky, so Saint Karina decided to leave them alone for the time being and let them air dry naturally before having the cleaning lady remove them with cleaning magic.

Some things, the longer you endure them, the more violently they erupt.

Miss Alessia may not be as detached from worldly desires as she appears; once she opened that mysterious door, there was no going back.

This can also be considered a form of depravity.

She gazed at the still-wet oil painting on the easel; it was indeed a masterpiece that could stir the blood. The next morning, she could frame it and present it to her distinguished little guest as a gift for his special request.

Miss Alessia will surely like it.

108. Danger

Saint Karina placed the easel there and let it air dry.

Then, she spread Alessia's thighs apart, making them an even larger obtuse angle than before. Although Fang was sleeping soundly during this battle, Saint Karina could still touch and grope Alessia's dreams.

She can make the other person enjoy a wonderful experience in their dreams, whenever she wants.

So, by twisting her hips and embedding herself into Alessia's indescribable place, Saint Karina began to transform into the ruler of dreams.

Alessia's dream was not peaceful; Saint Karina forced her way in to break free of the constraints.

As soon as she entered the dream world, she saw a dark shadow flash by at great speed, its red eyes causing her eyes to sting and ache instantly.

"The Fallen Ones...have come at just the right time."

Servants controlled by the Holy Sword can unconsciously transform into a dangerous opposite during the process of being controlled, a state known as the "Abyss".

Every night, just as some cunning monsters roam every dark corner, highly intelligent monsters can even possess humans, devour the host's soul, and replace them in the human world.

Regarding the Abyss, Saint Karina has only deciphered a small portion so far. The script comes from the ancient god era, countless millennia ago, and most of its content has been worn away by time during its transmission, so no one knows what it means anymore.

The section she was interpreting was precisely about the abyssal monsters. As long as you hunt monsters and extract their hearts, which are called "magic cores," there are many ways to process them.

A female PR person who can't hunt monsters isn't a good female PR person.

Saint Karina was now like a hungry wolf that had caught the scent of its prey. Even if the opponent was just a phantom monster that existed only in a dream, it couldn't dampen her enthusiasm.

She opened the window, which was sealed by magic, and let the monster into the room. The monster was probably attracted by her as well, and lingered nearby.

This thing acts like a magnet, greatly increasing the probability of encountering danger on a dark road.

Saint Karina waved to the black mist outside the window and patted her chest, using herself as bait.

"Cute little monster, come here quickly. I have some great stuff here, even more exciting than the newest games. My house is quite big, you're welcome to come and play."

Hunting monsters is most effective when the Holy Sword is fully charged; the used portion can be absorbed by the guest, achieving two goals at once.

"Uh-huh..."

Unaware of what had happened, Alessia was still muttering incoherently in her sleep.

Because the Holy Sword was about to slay a relatively dangerous monster, it was working diligently like a pile driver, making the damp mud even muddier so that it could penetrate the earth and draw energy from it.

Releasing monsters indoors is risky and could easily damage the club's facilities. Female staff members who open windows without permission and cause disturbance to others will face penalties ranging from salary deductions and compensation for damages to suspension or even dismissal, depending on the severity of the offense.

Saint Karina was confident she could hunt down the monster without taking any damage, because she did it often.

The monster that broke into the room had no physical form; it looked like a moving, eyed black mist. It was the most common type of monster called a "Core-Eating Demon," which fed on the nectar of women's genitals or aphrodisiac waters, and its core was quite valuable.

The higher the monster's level, the better the quality of the magic core. Magic cores can be used in all walks of life, serving society in various forms and bringing great convenience. They can also replace the world's most important energy source—magic.

Two jet-black claws emerged from the black mist, lunging straight for Saint Karina's chest. She used magic to construct a barrier slightly smaller than the room, separating herself from the objects within.

This would easily increase the probability of injury. Ordinary people who are not sure of victory would never dare to be trapped in the same small cage as the monster. If a strategic retreat is needed and the barrier has not been removed, they will only be able to take a beating.

The small space of about twenty square meters was far too cramped for intense battle, but it was just right for Saint Karina. She gathered her magic power in her palm, tore through the void, and drew out a silver blade more than a meter long.

With the blade in hand, she immediately began chanting the incantation to activate the magic.

"A strong wind blows away the gloom."

Praying to the gods can bring them blessings and an increase in their abilities.

The saintess doesn't need to use incantations all the time. When dealing with simple monsters, she only needs to give the holy sword a new command, causing a swift wind to swirl around the blade. Any ordinary objects or low-level monsters that it touches will be shredded by the sharp blade.

A fissure was cut open in the core-eating demon's chest, revealing its deep red core. It was an irregularly shaped crystal, its surface reflecting nothing, for it did not belong to this world.

Saint Karina used her sword to rip out the demon core. The Heart-Eating Demon lost its heart, and the gathered black mist immediately dissipated rapidly in the wind magic, leaving no trace.

Throughout the entire process, this lowest-level Core-Eating Demon was completely powerless to fight back. If it were a physical monster, Saint Karina wouldn't have dared to so boldly bring it indoors for hunting.

The magic core lay quietly in my palm, its color dull and its quality rather poor.

"Although it's less, it's not a complete loss."

Now, besides the wet palms, the hilt of the holy sword was also completely soaked.

As the water flowed downstream, Saint Karina "stuffed" the magic core into it.

After hunting down the monsters, what should you do next?

She suddenly remembered that Alessia was still tied to the chair all alone by herself.

The battle with the Core Eater hadn't disturbed the unconscious Alessia, and it all happened in a dream, similar to the difference between the real and hidden worlds in the Royal Library with Brenda last time. In reality, Alessia was still bound and unconscious.

Saint Karina removed her shackles and helped her to a larger bed to rest.

Alessia is sure to get a very good night's sleep tonight; some insomniacs have even used the wine from the [Tavern] to treat their insomnia with remarkable results.

There were still several hours until dawn, and it was too early to go to sleep, but I couldn't leave the club and my clients. The client was already asleep, and unless she woke up in the middle of the night and asked for more services, the night would be peaceful.

To escape the morbid pope sister-type character, she needs opportunities, but more importantly, she needs to improve her strength. Perhaps by interacting with hundreds of high-quality guests in the same way, she can return to the realm of terrestrial immortals, not really.

She felt like a transmigrator who had accidentally entered a game world, where the number of CGs involving fighting women was linked to her character level, requiring constant attention and leveling up.

To survive in this cruel yet beautiful world, a pretty face alone is not enough; you also need a certain level of strength.

Anyway, these things can't be harder than math. If you don't have a talent for math, you really don't have one; no matter how hard you try, it's useless.

Saint Karina rewarded herself with a cup of black coffee to perk herself up, opened the latest version of the map, and circled several locations on it with a red ink pen.

After she had initially resolved her predicament, she decided to flee to a new location.

A red metal pen marks the name of one of the cities with the number 1. The other cities are marked in the same way, according to the order of travel.

She was completely absorbed in her planning and didn't notice the shadow slowly approaching behind her.

The breath, tinged with the smell of alcohol, swept across my cheeks, bringing a slightly itchy and tingling sensation.

“Miss Gin, I did everything you said, but… why didn’t I experience the depraved pleasure? I… don’t understand? Or is our method… wrong?”

Alessia, who had been lying in bed just moments before, woke up at some point and silently appeared behind her, wrapping her arms around her neck.

Tonight doesn't seem like it will be easy to get through.

Dangerous Qin Wine.

109. The guest who noticed something amiss

"Guest, you are not without feeling. Look, when you see me now, do you feel your body getting hot, your heart racing, and something flowing down your abdomen?"

Right now, Santa Karina has to deal with Alessia, who suddenly woke up after drinking a spiked drink.

"That seems to be the case..."

Alessia could also sense the abnormality in that location, but she was equally puzzled as to why she had fallen asleep.

"Could it be... that Miss Gin doesn't want me to wake up, so she... tampered with that drink? Or are you planning to do something to me?"

Alessia was still slightly tipsy, yet she was able to think flexibly, which was the most frightening thing.

Saint Karina overlooked one thing: Alessia, who frequently attended banquets in the Grand Duchy and among the nobility, should have long since developed the ability to drink without getting drunk and had a certain resistance to alcohol.

Dealing with someone like this without serving them a cup of apple-flavored sedative black tea worth 11451.4 gold coins would be a poor decision.

"You misunderstand. We have a rule that female public relations staff cannot kiss guests on the lips unless they have the guest's permission. Until then, we need to maintain proper boundaries and will never have any improper thoughts about guests."

While maintaining the Holy Sword might be considered an improper thought, Saint Karina would never admit it. Besides, any place that was forcibly inserted would automatically regenerate; only heaven and earth know this, no one else does, so there's no need for her to feel any psychological burden.

Then, Alessia's feminine qualities surged from behind, carrying an undeniable sense of oppression. Coupled with the chokehold, one couldn't help but suspect that she would snap one's neck at any moment.

His breath, reeking of alcohol, hit me again.

"Now, please have a lot of improper thoughts about me... Don't make me repeat myself, you don't want... to get a bad review from me, do you? I'm a big-name client of your club, and I heard that if your female escorts get a bad review... it will... affect their performance?"

"That's right."

Saint Karina realized that she had been coerced by the guest.

This was the first time she had encountered a guest who was so eager to get around upon waking. Older, more experienced, and mature guests preferred chatting, taking walks, and drinking tea, and occasionally she would invite them to a movie or theatrical performance.

They longed for someone who could understand them, not a physical therapist only interested in exchanging academic knowledge. Alessia had clearly come to the wrong place.

"If you insist on giving me a bad review, I will be limited to a limited number of services next time and will be on standby behind the scenes. Is that okay? Of course, if other female escorts can bring you the same or even better pleasure, you can specifically request their services."

Saint Karina's mind raced as she considered a plan.

"..."

Alessia remained silent.

"How about we make a bet, sir? We bet that within three hours I can give you a definite taste of depravity. If you can maintain your interest in me, not just physically, but also in my interesting soul, then I'll gladly oblige whatever you wish to do to me. Conversely, if I make you lose interest, you will no longer request my services. How about it?"

Alessia had never heard of a female public relations officer making such a strange request.

Several female friends described their experiences of spending the entire night with the passionate female escorts at the store. The content was as erotic as the vulgar tabloids and poorly printed but surprisingly popular gossip magazines found on the streets.

The "home run" service requires a higher fee, which is determined by the hostess's market value. This service allows the hostess to earn more money than regular services, and generally, they won't refuse such a service unless the client is someone you absolutely loathe.

Alessia looked at her striking face reflected in the glass of the coffee table and was puzzled.

It wasn't that she was narcissistic; she simply thought this face was prettier than 99% of the women in the Lorian Empire.

The woman who was confident in her looks was so worthless in the eyes of this public figure?

"Ms. Gin... your bet is a bit unreasonable, but I accept it..."

Alessia's tone clearly conveyed anger.

She paid money but didn't receive the services she was entitled to, and it's understandable that she would be angry, especially since she was suspected of being drugged.

However, things haven't gotten to the worst point yet, and there's still room for maneuver.

Saint Karina immediately adopted a tearful expression, her sea-blue eyes filled with moisture, and her eye sockets reddened at the right moment, making her more immersive than some actors who had no acting skills or lines.

She came to Alessia's side, picked up the clothes she had taken off, and let the pocket watch in her pocket fall to Santa Karina's feet with a "clatter".

The whirring of the watch's internal mechanism was accompanied by a slight grinding sound, a sign of internal parts deforming and misaligning. If this continued, the rest of the mechanism would also be damaged.

"Sir, your pocket watch needs to be repaired."

"It's none of your business... Besides, those useless craftsmen told me they don't understand the structure of this pocket watch... and can't fix it either."

"If you don't mind, could I give it a try? I know a little bit about this."