A saintess? She's just a bad woman.

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She didn't know whether Esther was still in the room, watching her struggle with a sickly smile, or whether she had achieved her goal and was leaving to put an end to her busy day and get some sleep.

"..."

Saint Karina is suffering...

She was neither a pampered heiress nor a born saint, nor had she been raised in luxury. But the pain of her bent body accumulated gradually, and the dark, narrow, and silent environment was eroding Saint Karina's will.

The only way to keep track of time is by counting heartbeats or pulses, but in this environment, either method will result in a certain deviation.

Gradually, the pain became sharper, along with a tingling and itchy sensation from the injury, each of which continued to put pressure on her mental state.

"Estelle! Are you still there?! I'm done playing! I'll never refuse holy water again!"

Finally, after what seemed like two hours or more, in absolute silence, where time seemed to slow down and stretch out, Saint Karina could no longer endure it.

This punishment was more unbearable than tattoos and whippings, even more unbearable than the old things Esther disdained. The physical torture was one thing, but this box also inflicted mental torture.

But Saint Karina's cries went unanswered, leaving only an echo reverberating in the box, as if Esther had never been in the room and had long since departed.

"Hey! I'm telling you, Esther! That's enough! I don't want to play this game with you anymore!"

The second time he lost his composure, the time interval between his words was even shorter than the first time.

Saint Karina was resentful; the pain and the feeling of insects biting and crawling all over her body were very unpleasant.

Why should she be treated this way just because she came back a little late, just because she didn't want to drink the holy water, and because she refused to engage in cultural and knowledge exchange with humans about exploring the origins and reproduction of species?

Having cared for Esther since she was a child, she could honestly say she had never wronged her. She also took Esther's disappearance seriously and searched diligently for her.

But now, even if she hadn't done anything meritorious, she had still put in a lot of effort. Esther's treatment of her was completely ungrateful; she just wanted to satisfy her own perverse tastes and torment her.

"Estelle, you idiot! So what if you're a demigod? Is it fun to bully others with your status? Do you enjoy watching me suffer? If I had known, I would have just ignored you. Let whoever wants to associate with a cold-blooded bastard like you have their way! I'm not putting up with you anymore!"

The spasms in her stomach, the increasingly intense pain in her spine, lumbar vertebrae, and limbs caused by prolonged bending, were driving Santa Karina to the brink of madness.

She wasn't sure if Esther had left, but she just wanted to curse her out. Whether it was to vent or because of a lingering sense of satisfaction that her hurtful words would surely cut into Esther's heart if she were still listening, it all made her curse with all her might.

As she exhaled the breath she had been holding, Santa Karina felt a suffocating sensation of oxygen deprivation.

The world... changed from black to a dark red, a piercing crimson, and the difficulty in breathing felt as if something was choking her, robbing her of her remaining judgment.

Her taut nerves snapped at that moment, and a chill, as if she had fallen into an ice cave, spread throughout her body.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Saint Karina took out the Unsealing Stone. She couldn't hold back any longer. Even if she briefly regained her strength, she might not be able to defeat Esther. She also wanted to leave a scar the size of a bowl on Esther's body.

But just as she was about to use her last two chances, the door suddenly opened.

The blinding light shone on her unfocused eyes, and light returned to her dull pupils.

Esther looked at her with loving eyes from the center of that dazzling light.

That love was morbid, abnormal, and something you wanted to escape from.

But at this moment, Saint Karina actually felt a warmth and temperature. She was not a masochist, but rather like an old, discarded rag doll in a dark corner, her body had rediscovered the light.

"Sister Saint Karina, have some water."

The mechanical body accepted the cup from Esther, and Saint Karina drank it all.

This was not holy water, but ordinary drinking water, colorless and tasteless, but Saint Karina found it sweet.

This must be what it feels like to have something lost and then regained. Dry lips are moisturized, regaining their glossy shine. Santa Karina's lips are full and softer than a marshmallow when kissed.

"Woo..."

She had only drunk a little when the rest was suddenly cut off by a kiss.

Esther's kiss was intense, leaving Saint Karina unable to resist. She was chased by her in the water, her little snakes entwined around her, and her back was massaged by a hand using a unique technique.

The pain vanished under divine power, the bruises on the purplish skin disappeared, and the skin regained its fair complexion. The fractured bone also healed and grew back, leaving no further abnormalities visible.

"Sister Saint Karina, are you feeling better?"

"..."

Although she was feeling better, Saint Karina didn't want to pay any attention to the other person.

She was a human being, not a pet without dignity. She understood Esther's methods of taming very well. It was like hitting a stick and then giving a sweet treat, using both kindness and severity. When there was a disparity between the two, the person being treated this way would gradually lose their will to resist.

Ordinary people would have gradually succumbed to Esther's silvery power, lowering their proud heads and bending their straight spines. But Saint Karina was different. When she was driven to a dead end, she would only become angry and go mad, snapping the strings of reason and wanting to perish together with the enemy.

She's already faced death multiple times; if pushed to the limit, she might not even care about her own life.

If Esther hadn't been the little sister she raised, someone who still occupies a large part of her heart, Saint Karina probably would have fought desperately long ago.

"Sister, why aren't you saying anything? Are you angry with Esther? Don't keep glaring at Esther so angrily, or... I'm afraid I won't be able to resist gouging out your eyes and making marbles from them."

Esther, having been stared at for a while, spoke in a sickly, sinister tone.

Normally, Saint Karina would have tried everything to appease Esther and correct her attitude, but now, she simply rolled her eyes and said indifferently:

"Then go ahead and dig."

She was angry no matter what, and this girl not only didn't try to comfort her, but also continued to scare her.

Anyway, Saint Karina knew she probably wouldn't die. If she backed down now, what if Esther had another episode and locked herself in that box again?

"Hehe, sister, you're joking~ How could I bear to? Your eyes are so beautiful. I know, sister, you're angry that I locked you in the box, right? I promise, I won't lock you in the box again."

Esther stepped back.

"As for punishment, I'll use other methods. This time, Sister Saint Karina lost, and I've canceled the follow-up for exceeding the curfew time. I won't force you to drink it every day anymore. But it's not like you can't drink it at all..."

She subtly touched her lower abdomen and clenched her inner thighs.

In other words, when desires arise, Saint Karina still has to help her resolve them.

90. The Two Esthers

"By the way, Sister Saint Karina must be exhausted. Why don't you take a shower before you go to bed?"

After making her promise, Esther changed the subject.

Saint Karina was naturally unhappy about being treated that way. If she had the strength, she would definitely teach Esther a lesson about what it meant to be spanked.

"As compensation, I will take my sister to experience a very interesting new trick today."

Saint Karina was not interested in what Esther was saying.

But after a tiring afternoon and being confined to that cramped place all evening, what Santa Karina really wanted to do was take a bath. She firmly believed that water could wash away all the filth from her body and cleanse her soul.

Going to the public bath requires someone to prepare the water, which is inconvenient late at night.

Esther planned to take Santa Karina back to their room, where there was a private bathroom. She turned on the tap and filled the bathtub, which could hold two people, with hot water.

Fang Man meant to invite Saint Karina to take a bath, although Saint Karina really disliked doing unspeakable things while taking a bath when she was very tired, because her body would become wet, her palms and soles would be slippery, and she would not be able to find a suitable place to exert force.

Furthermore, they are very prone to catching colds.

Even with the blessings of the goddesses, this frail body is not immune to all diseases; it suffers from just as many illnesses as ordinary people.

She took off her wrinkled clothes and threw them into the laundry basket, then soaked her body in hot water, stretching her limbs to her heart's content. Although the modules in her brain that expressed emotions were dull and numb, her ability to perceive other things was perfectly normal.

"call--"

My body feels comfortable soaking in the warm bath.

The water reflected Santa Karina's haggard and pale face, her beautiful long white hair disheveled, and her smooth shoulders marked with kiss marks left by two different women.

Two women...

It's unbelievable that she had physical relations with two women in such a short period of time. While feeling humiliated, her lower abdomen tightened whenever she recalled those shameful images.

Saint Karina gave a mocking look to her reflection in the water, and "herself" returned the same contemptuous smile.

The bathroom doorknob suddenly turned.

What happened next was far beyond her comprehension. It was so intense, so stimulating, that she felt it was all just a dream. The person who appeared from behind the door was Esther, with a sickly face, and—

“Esther…”

With trembling lips, Saint Karina uttered the person's name, and almost instinctively curled into a ball.

too fast.

Things happened so fast that she didn't have time to react at all. It wasn't one Esther, but two.

It appeared that a clone spell had been used; Saint Karina saw one of Esthers dressed as a traveler, wearing a very casual outfit.

Black mid-top Doc Martens boots, grey slim-fit casual trousers, a black T-shirt, and a dark green sports jacket over them. This kind of outfit is common in cities; this era isn't just about formal wear and suits, but also about classic clothing.

Some clothing items commonly found in modern times will also appear in this world.

Esther flicked her ponytail, revealing a playful expression, like a cat toying with a mouse.

“Sister Saint Karina…aren’t you looking forward to it? I know you’ve been a little unfulfilled before, and one woman couldn’t satisfy you. Esther didn’t want to share you with anyone else, so she thought of using this spell to make Sister Saint Karina feel full every time.”

"Where am I so thirsty?"

Saint Karina had no intention of admitting it, maintaining an icy expression.

Facial paralysis is a good thing; at least it makes it harder for people to understand your feelings.

Moreover, she felt that she wasn't as exaggerated as Esther said. It was true that the more women the better, but one woman was enough, especially for a carnivorous and yandere girl like Esther.

The so-called "punishment" must be to make Saint Karina, who possesses abundant magical power, realize her current situation and position. And the reward after the punishment is the same.

The small bathtub in the room could easily accommodate two people, no, three. Even if three people did something vigorous in the tub, they would definitely not get hurt. Three people together—what a nostalgic phrase.

"Among three people walking together, there must be one who gets wet..." This famous saying also refers to three people doing unspeakable things in a bathhouse, from dusk till dawn, with hot breaths and soft monosyllables continuously escaping their lips...

It wouldn't be a bad idea to recreate that beautiful time.

Esther and Saint Karina's confidantes mostly disagreed on ideals, and they rarely reached a consensus when they were sharing their prey, that is, when they were violating Saint Karina's body.

Having fun in various places is fine, but nothing can compare to a good night's sex. The long-awaited reunion of the "three of us" meant that a beautiful night would be wasted without some sex.

“Some things can be said while doing them. Only when our bodies are close together will Sister Saint Karina not get distracted.”

Saint Karina showed a contemptuous expression at Esther's words and took off her clothes, letting her body go into a completely empty state.

She would never admit to being a pervert like Esther suggested. Saint Karina removed her superfluous clothes because she felt she had always planned to take a bath anyway, and this was just a convenient excuse.

However, Saint Karina did not deny her suggestion; strictly speaking, she had no right to refuse Esther's request. Furthermore, the significance of the adhesive patches wasn't just about engaging in indescribable acts; she needed them to heal her physical and emotional wounds.

Once, Saint Karina's beautiful body was marred by bloody scars that stretched across her entire chest. These wounds, inflicted while assisting Ernest VII, were several centimeters long, with festering, swollen edges covered in dark purple scabs—a gruesome sight.

The air was thick with the smells of decay and blood, proving that the scars were real.

The healing act performed by Ernest VII was sexual intercourse, an indescribable act known in this world as "magic." Before "magic," a prefix should be added—a character composed of the radical for heart and the radical for "birth." This character is the core of magic, namely, replenishing the body's lost magical power and life force through the corresponding act.

The concept of magic has been popular throughout the world since ancient times and continues to this day. It's not just about replenishing magical energy; even the exchange and transmission of knowledge can take place in this way, which is truly amazing.

Saint Karina felt annoyed and numb to this behavior, yet she also derived genuine pleasure from performing magic. This aversion and pleasure formed two opposing emotions that could neither be diminished nor ignored.

"You guys are really weird. Do you think I'm a power bank? Or a charging station?"

After she finished speaking, she was pressed against the edge of the bathtub and bent over.

Next up is a simple explanation of mixed doubles and a critique session.

91. Rewards and Punishments

"Snapped."

Instead of the expected two-headed artifact, a slap landed on Saint Karina's buttocks.

"Well……"

Saint Karina felt the pain and groaned softly.

Besides the pain from being slapped on the buttocks and the shame, Saint Karina never expected Esther to treat her like this.

"You... if you're going to do it, then do it."

Saint Karina was somewhat annoyed.

She's an older woman, and she needs to save face too.

"No~"

Esther stuck out her tongue. With two versions of herself, one in front and one behind, Saint Karina couldn't tell which was the clone and which was the real one.