A saintess? She's just a bad woman.

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120. Initially, only those with extremely narrow minds could pass through.

"Hey..."

As she let out a soft moan, Saint Karina realized that the consequence of being stubborn was learning to read the room.

Even the most insurmountable cliffs could not stop His Holiness the Pope from bravely climbing upwards.

Esther felt as if she were sailing on a dragon boat on a vast, shimmering lake when suddenly two high mountains blocked her way.

Undeterred by difficulties, she continued to steer the dragon boat forward.

The two mountains seemed to be pressing against Esther, preventing her from passing, but through her forceful methods, she finally managed to separate them.

At first, it was extremely narrow, barely wide enough for one person to pass through. After clearing several dozen steps, it suddenly opened up into a bright and spacious area.

This scene is aptly described in a poem: "The mountains on both banks cannot be stopped, the light boat has already passed ten thousand mountains."

"I was wrong."

Her body convulsed a full ten times; Santa Karina endured pain at a age she shouldn't have to bear.

Strangely enough, even though her body had long been at its limit, Esther was still able to enjoy the process through her hard work, experiencing both pain and pleasure.

Without the obstruction of the dual-headed artifact, Saint Karina reached her peak faster and at a higher frequency in the skillful hands of the two demigods, Esther.

I reached the top almost every ten minutes, and indescribable areas were already congested and painful.

"Your craftsmanship is unmatched, truly, I admire you wholeheartedly."

Saint Karina could never have imagined experiencing ten times a night before. The only time she was ever violated beyond that was in a dream, when she was being bullied by an evil god, Yamete.

However, upon waking up, I felt less physically exhausted and more in a state of spiritual enlightenment.

Even a great sage who has been single for thirty years wouldn't have as much willpower as Saint Karina after entering that state; you could say even gods and Buddhas couldn't match it.

Saint Karina shook her head frantically, putting the matter of the evil god out of her mind. Overcoming the current crisis was more important than anything that had happened before.

If this happened ten more times, Santa Karina suspected she would lose all her water and die of dehydration.

With no other option, in order to avoid being bullied further, Saint Karina had no choice but to submit.

However, the first time she asked for help, Saint Karina's voice was very soft, almost inaudible. Only Esther, who was paying close attention to Saint Karina's condition, could barely hear this faint sound.

"Sister Saint Karina, didn't you just say that my craftsmanship is mediocre and barely passable?"

Esther is very vengeful and relentless.

"I was just kidding, really."

"hehe."

Hearing Saint Karina's sophistry, Esther let out a hearty, bell-like laugh, clearly in a very good mood.

"Sister Saint Karina's tsundere attitude is really endearing, it's wonderful! But since Sister Saint Karina gave up first, let's play a game~"

For example, Esther is very interested in S-shaped and M-shaped racing tracks, and she wants to try them out today.

Inside the ornately decorated side hall, a strange change suddenly occurred!

A transparent rope shot up and, amidst Santa Karina's screams, bound her ankles, suspending her beneath an exquisitely crafted crystal chandelier.

"Sister Saint Karina, don't give up! The game has only just begun. Besides, the rules of the game aren't that you can stop it just because you say so; it's up to me to decide."

Esther, with her crimson pupils, quietly emerged from the shadows and stood before the astonished girl.

"I was afraid you'd faint last time, so I didn't do anything fancy. But Sister Saint Karina, you can't escape this time, hehe."

"You...you...you...why are you acting crazy again?"

St. Karina writhed in fright, only then remembering how she had been treated all along.

The prey will be treated differently depending on the hunter's mood.

“Sister Saint Karina, what you said really hurts me. My love for you is so sincere and deep, how can you say that I have mental problems? And even if I do, I still managed to snatch you away from those vixens. Are you not happy about that?”

Among the vixens, Ernest VII and the current young emperor are naturally included.

Having planted spies who knew the general direction and experiences of Saint Karina's future life plans, especially her relationships with women, Esther was naturally furious.

However, when Esther reached out her small, white hand to stroke Saint Karina's pale face, under the latter's frightened gaze, she pulled a kitchen knife from the hem of her skirt.

"Alright, we need to take it one step at a time. I won't scare you anymore. Although being tied up does offer a variety of ways to play, the position doesn't allow me to do whatever I want or manipulate things at will."

With a soft snap, the rope broke, and Saint Karina fell into Esther's arms.

"These are all secondary. Let's talk things out. There's no need to resort to knives and guns. What if someone gets hurt by accident?"

Saint Karina looked at the knife waving in front of her with some fear, afraid that the other party might accidentally cut the wrong spot.

"Hmph, you little vixen, only now you're scared? When you were laughing and joking with those fox spirits, why didn't you think about your current situation?"

Esther knelt beside Saint Karina, holding the girl tightly in her arms at an angle, her other hand gripping a kitchen knife, gazing at the person before her with tender affection.

"Estelle has given you everything, so Sister Saint Karina wouldn't abandon Esther, would she?"

Esther blinked her heterochromatic eyes, which were like beautiful crystals, and her stunningly beautiful face lowered slightly, resting on Saint Karina's forehead.

The sweet, soft, and slightly cool scent wafted over, causing Saint Karina to momentarily lose her composure.

"Therefore, in this world, Esther is also going to do something big."

"Sister Saint Karina, would you like to stay here and stay with Esther forever?"

Esther meaningfully manipulated the kitchen knife, waving it back and forth above Saint Karina's helpless and terrified face.

"Once this knife falls, you can stay by Esther's side forever."

"No...no~"

Saint Karina resisted helplessly, only to hear the beautiful woman in front of her whisper a few words in her ear.

"Don't worry, Sister Saint Karina. Once you get past this hurdle today, you'll be halfway there. These illusions are not real; nothing in them is real, yet everything in them is real."

"but……"

Esther changed the subject, licked her lips with her pink tongue, and then gently bit Saint Karina's ear.

“At this moment, Sister Saint Karina, I must have you.”

After saying this, she threw the kitchen knife in her hand into the nearby fairy river and then pressed the stunned Saint Karina to the ground...

With the vines of the fairy tree forming a canopy and auspicious clouds of five colors as gauze, in a wondrous, mysterious place filled with red rose petals, Saint Karina and Esther are about to jointly conquer the monster before them.

“Sister Saint Karina, this magical beast is named Qingse. It has cultivated for more than ten years and is a sentient being that was enlightened by the famous Chaste Daoist in the past.”

"Now that it has cultivated and is causing chaos, it has become a shackle for us cultivators to reach a deeper level of our own cultivation. The two of us must subdue it today."

As soon as she finished speaking, Esther used the "Immortal's Guidance" technique to test the strength of the monster before her.

Within the illusion, lush forests and babbling streams created a truly enchanting fairyland.

Esther, as if facing a formidable enemy, quickly retreated, saying, "What a powerful magical beast! It even has its own miniature world to rely on!"

Saint Karina beside him had a flushed face and was breathing rapidly, as if her mind had been disturbed by the disrupted illusion.

"Estelle, no...don't..."

"Stop exploring. We are clearly no match for it. I... I'm almost at my limit."

Esther shook her head slightly and said solemnly, "No, if we back down today, it will become even more frenzied, absorbing fear to grow stronger, and ultimately causing irreparable damage to many countries."

Esther resolutely removed her robes, determined to confront the magical beast's Sumeru Illusion in her natural state.

"You beast, why don't you surrender?"

"No...don't do this, let's retreat quickly, Esther, I...I really..."

Suddenly, a flood erupted, the earth shook violently, and Saint Karina screamed and lost consciousness. Esther was not far behind; she was thrown back by the powerful tremor.

Clearly, with their current cultivation levels, it would be difficult for them to gain an advantage against the "green" demonic beast.

Esther, who had fallen into the air, used her magic to lift the unconscious Saint Karina and sneered, "Don't be so arrogant! When our cultivation has greatly improved, we will surely take your lives!"

121. Miss Bacardi

The next day, when Saint Karina woke up, her legs were trembling when she got out of bed. She could only get rid of the discomfort by drinking a bottle of stamina potion and a recovery potion.

When she regained consciousness, the sky had already darkened. Just like that day, Esther had disappeared somewhere. Saint Karina also had to go to the [Tavern] today, for Alessia's sake.

She needed to resolve the Grand Duchy's affairs as soon as possible. Ever since leaving the sanctuary, Saint Karina had felt like she was being watched. A mechanical, floating eye the size of a quail egg followed closely behind her, dutifully acting as her monitor.

This is something similar to a surveillance camera in principle. It requires the user to inject magic, write the corresponding spell, lock onto the target, and use it within a 20-meter radius around the target to be effective.

The 20-meter distance refers to the monitoring device; it is effective even when the users are more than 1,000 meters apart.

However, the floating eye is difficult to manufacture and has a precise structure. If the magic capacity is too small, it is easy to crash midway, making it impossible to retrieve.

Esther went to great lengths to monitor her, even resorting to such advanced machinery. The one in charge of the surveillance was still Philomena, who knew a great deal, and was undoubtedly waiting nearby to be able to retrieve the surveillance equipment at any time.

Fortunately, Esther's mole had already become her mole, and after the successful defection, Saint Karina didn't care about the matter at all.

To ensure high-definition, real-time video transmission, the monitored content is generally not saved. Therefore, aside from using interference magic when changing clothes, showering, or providing services to customers who are not of all ages, it doesn't matter whether one is being monitored or not.

She wore a long trench coat today, and her clothes were very conservative, so there was no risk of wardrobe malfunction. Even when wearing a dress at the club, she would wear leggings underneath, just in case.

You can go without clothes in the room booked by a guest, but not outside. The most beautiful places are only for women who have paid for and cherished you; they are absolutely not for freeloaders to touch.

Then, she waved and hailed a carriage, heading towards that decadent, extravagant nightlife den.

The floating eye followed closely behind, like a little tail that couldn't be shaken off.

[Tavern] A woman in her early twenties was standing at the entrance of the club. Today she was wearing a white dress with a gold cardigan on the upper body. The front of the skirt was very short, and the back was almost ankle-length, which was just enough to show off her long legs in black stockings to the guests.

Paired with silver high heels, she looked radiant and dazzling.

The woman held a wine glass filled with a little golden liquid. Passersby couldn't help but glance at her, for she was so beautiful that they couldn't resist admiring her.

"Miss Bacardi, you look radiant today."

Santa Karina greeted the other person politely. Miss Bacardi maintained her usual demeanor, haughty and aloof, rarely showing a smile.

It wasn't just her smile that was directed at the store manager and customers. Saint Karina had a feeling that this woman harbored great hostility towards her, not only as a workplace rival but also as an emotional one.

Firstly, because her performance was number one, the higher one stands, the more worried one becomes about someone standing higher than oneself, forcing one to be cautious and hesitant. It's like a student in life focused solely on academic performance, constantly anxious that the second-place student, whose total score is only a few points behind, is secretly competing and will overtake them in the next exam.

It's a good thing that she has such ambition; at least the store manager and the owner behind the store must really like it.

Miss Bacardi looked down on Santa Karina even more because of her outfit today.

Although the material is good, it lacks a sense of style, looking like a bizarre red and black plaid trench coat, a white T-shirt, light blue jeans, and a pair of dull black ankle boots. He's wearing bulky goggles, and the style of the goggles is also outdated.

Who would believe that someone dressed so plainly is actually Miss Gin, who has been the favorite of the shop manager and the Duke's only daughter these past two days?

"I didn't expect Ms. Gin's taste in casual clothes to be so... disappointing. I thought your entrance would be more special, like jumping off the griffin and landing right at the store entrance with a parachute."

"The cost of something falling from the sky is too high. Those are just showmanship or rumors in storytellers' tales. Good kids shouldn't learn from them."

Saint Karina pretended not to understand the hidden meaning in Miss Bacardi's words.

The best way to deal with someone who wants to mock you is to ignore them and not engage in a confrontation, leaving them no opening to launch an attack. Miss Bacardi didn't seem to have any particularly malicious intent, and the source of her hostility was quite clear—Miss Bacardi seemed to have feelings for the shopkeeper.

She didn't know where she got the information, but the shop manager and Saint Karina had been getting closer these past few days, and the atmosphere between them was somewhat ambiguous. Everyone felt that the shop manager's attitude towards Saint Karina was special; she never talked so much with others.

Perhaps Santa Karina was a bit slow on the uptake, because she didn't notice this "special" thing.

However, it would be foolish for a woman like the shop manager, who values ​​relationships above all else and has her own set of standards for judging deliciousness, to have genuine feelings for herself. Perhaps, her so-called deep affection is less important than someone else's business, because there are no true feelings in the business world.

Their eyes met briefly in mid-air, then they didn't exchange another word. Saint Karina needed to change her clothes and put on makeup before her turn to work.

So, Santa Karina stood in front of the wardrobe in the special zone room provided by the shopkeeper, choosing an outfit for the day. She had already worn black yesterday and didn't want to wear the same color two days in a row. White was also out of the question, as it might clash with Miss Bacardi's outfit.

Choosing clothes is a very difficult thing, just then the store manager suddenly appeared from behind without making a sound.

"I think this suits you."

Her slender fingers pointed to the strapless, grey-blue dress with a slit in the skirt, revealing just the right amount of beautiful skin. Saint Karina's legs were an absolute asset; the shop manager had complimented her on their first meeting.

The hem of this dress is embellished with gold thread and sequins, preventing the overall tone from being too dark, achieving a truly understated yet glamorous look. The semi-transparent fabric allows the female PR professional's curves to be subtly revealed beneath it.

It is indeed the most beautiful outfit among these clothes.