“Ah~ Having money really is great.
You get VIP treatment wherever you go.
The water here feels amazing, even if it’s a bit pricey… But that’s fine, I’m going to destroy this place afterwards anyway.”
Chen Xing lay back in the milky, steaming, warm white liquid.
The water slowly covered her fair body as she sank in and then popped her head back up, leaning against the edge of the pool.
Her skin was smooth and delicate, her full chest rising and falling with her breath.
Droplets of water clung to her skin, glowing with a tempting pink sheen under the lights.
This was an extra service offered by the church—pay up and you could bathe in holy water.
Chen Xing had simply booked the whole place for herself.
No one else was allowed in, not even other girls.
She didn’t want anyone seeing her beautiful body.
“They say holy water can beautify, keep you young, drive out disease, and purify your soul.
I don’t know about the rest, but soaking in here really does take the edge off.”
While Lidi Xi was getting treated, the bored Chen Xing decided to enjoy the church’s special service.
She’d actually wanted to have a nun scrub her down, but after thinking about it, she decided that would be a bit weird.
“Holy water filled with the aura of light, now being used by an evil dark witch.
That’s kind of ironic, isn’t it? If I let out my dark aura, would this water turn into demon water?”
“This is just holy water infused with holy light magic.
It’s not the same as the stuff from the Holy Mountain.
Even for you, Master, the real holy water would hurt you, since it’s the nemesis of all darkness.”
Freya was soaking in the water next to her.
She hadn’t wanted to bathe at first, but as a servant, she had to stay by her master’s side, so Chen Xing dragged her in.
Of course, Chen Xing’s main goal was to enjoy the view.
Whether as a human or as a witch, Chen Xing had always had the same hobby—she liked pretty, cute, or sexy girls.
To put it simply, her tastes were broad, as long as the girl was beautiful.
Freya definitely counted as a beauty, so of course Chen Xing brought her along to bathe.
“Anyway, we’re all girls here, so it’s not like I’m being a perv, right~ Hehehe~ Let me take a look.”
That’s what Chen Xing thought as she grinned wickedly and slowly moved closer to Freya.
She was way more shameless now than she’d been at the start.
“M-Master… are you going to mess with me again?”
Sensing her master getting closer, Freya instinctively shifted away, then stiffly turned her head to look at Chen Xing’s smiling face.
She’d already experienced how scary the witch could be, that feeling of being swallowed by darkness… Just thinking about it, Freya actually felt a tiny bit of anticipation.
But she quickly pushed that thought down.
She was a saintess of the gods—how could she crave darkness!
“Let me scrub your back~ I’m a pro at this, you know~”
Chen Xing wasn’t lying.
Back when she worked part-time, she’d been a bathhouse scrubber for a while, so she knew the job well.
She’d just never scrubbed a girl before, so this was a good chance to try it out.
“Scrub?”
It was the first time Freya had heard that word, but before she could think about it, Chen Xing had already picked her up and set her on the edge of the pool.
“Lie down on your stomach first…”
Chen Xing clapped her hands, then wrapped a towel around her hands.
She wasn’t about to use a rough scrubbing mitt on Freya—her delicate skin wouldn’t be able to handle it.
“Yes, Master.”
Freya, already tamed and obedient, didn’t dare disobey Chen Xing’s orders.
She just lay down on the edge of the pool as told.
Luckily, it was warm enough here that lying on the edge didn’t feel cold.
“I’m starting now.”
Chen Xing put her palm on Freya’s body and started scrubbing.
After a moment, her expression changed and she looked serious.
“There’s a lot of grime here.
You haven’t bathed in a while, have you?”
Maybe it was from the earlier battle, but Freya had a lot of dust on her.
After soaking in the water, now with Chen Xing scrubbing her… It was a bit of a mood killer, though some people with special tastes might like it.
The dirt on Freya’s body triggered Chen Xing’s long-buried professional habits and OCD.
She couldn’t stand seeing someone dirty, especially in a place like this! So what started as an excuse to cop a feel turned into a mission to get Freya clean.
“Be gentle.”
“No problem.”
“Mm!” Freya bit her lip, not daring to make a sound.
She thought her master was going to do something perverted, but it really was just scrubbing.
Even though the witch had already explored her body before, being touched by her hands still made Freya nervous and embarrassed.
Her heart was pounding.
“Just scrub my back, I’ll do the rest myself.” Because of the steam, the girl’s cheeks were flushed as she turned to look at Chen Xing behind her.
“No way! A good bathhouse scrubber has to do the whole body, front and back, top to bottom! And then I’ll rub in some salt, add some milk, maybe a little vinegar…”
Chen Xing didn’t care about her protests.
With her OCD, she had to scrub every inch of Freya’s body.
That was just basic professional pride.
“Master, are you planning to eat me?”
Freya heard all that and thought her master was going to pickle her.
“Hurry up and stop.”
Freya muttered quietly, not daring to openly resist Chen Xing.
A long time passed before Chen Xing finally finished.
Even though Freya was a beauty, there was a lot of grime scrubbed off her.
Freya was in bad shape.
Her mind was fuzzy, like she could faint at any moment.
When it was all over, Freya was limp as a puddle, lying there without moving.
“What the hell?”
Chen Xing, who’d been carefully scrubbing Freya, was startled by her reaction.
Was Freya having some kind of attack? But Chen Xing had seen this before as a bathhouse worker—it was just the steam and heat.
People with weak constitutions could faint.
But usually, that only happened to old men.
“Come on, Freya, you’re a saintess! You can’t handle this? Don’t act like some seventy-year-old grandpa, get up!”
Chen Xing patted Freya’s cheek.
Only then did she notice that, probably because of the heat, Freya’s face and skin were all flushed and kind of cute.
“Master, I’m… already a few hundred years old… older than grandpa…”
Freya answered unconsciously, really seeming to have fainted from the heat.
“Tch, and you call yourself a saintess.
What a letdown.”
