A saintess? She's just a bad woman.

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"They only act so arrogantly because you're too easy to talk to."

"Do you think I'd let anyone ride on my face?"

"Well……"

Melissa hesitated for a moment, as if no one could ride on Santa Karina's face unless she agreed.

"I think there are some things you can learn from Hicks and the others."

"what?"

Melissa's mouth dropped open, as if she had heard something she couldn't believe.

"Master, you want me to learn from those two lazy people? Are you kidding me?"

Do I look like I'm joking?

"It doesn't seem like it... But this doesn't make sense. Princess Helos is one thing, but why should I learn from a human, especially a lazybones like Hicks who won't do anything unless I'm forced to? Forgive my poor eyesight, but I really don't see anything about her that I can learn from. Master, you don't really want me to learn from her, do you? You don't really think that a human like Hicks is better than me, do you?"

Oh dear, it seems like I've stepped on a landmine.

Melissa is incredibly sensitive and stubborn about these kinds of things.

How should she comfort this girl? Saint Karina already had an idea in mind.

“My love for every beautiful girl is equal. However, you are of course my favorite. No one can compare to your loyalty and dedication. You are beautiful and cute. As for Hicks, she is indeed very beautiful, but she is far less so than you.”

Hicks is a common blonde with blue eyes. Although she has the air of a rich heiress, she still can't compare to Melissa. Melissa, on the other hand, has pink hair and red eyes, making her a rare find among demons in the human world.

"You might not like Hicks' carefree attitude, but it's precisely because I love you so much that I don't want you to put too much pressure on yourself."

“No, Master. It is my honor to serve you. I do not find it hard. Moreover, I cannot tolerate not being able to be 100% loyal to you and serve you.”

Melissa is still arguing with Santa Karina.

"That's well said, but what about your own physical health and mental well-being? Aren't you going to care about that?"

"My body is not important at all."

"But what if you fall ill because of overwork? Does that not matter?"

"This……"

Falling ill meant missing more work, which made Melissa hesitant to act rashly.

Melissa quieted down and fell into thought.

"In that case... that's indeed not a good idea."

"It's not just not good, it's very bad. I'm worried about you. I'm very worried about you..."

Although Melissa looks energetic and perfectly poised, this is merely an appearance.

She has a deep mind; if left unattended, she'll definitely start overthinking things.

Furthermore, she has been busy ever since she boarded the ship, filling her time with work and showing no intention of sitting down to rest.

She had a light layer of eyeliner, a precursor to dark circles. Her ability to stay awake so long was probably because she was a demon, with a constitution different from humans, making her much healthier than ordinary humans.

This was probably due to psychological factors; Melissa boarded the ship with permission she obtained from Santa Karina. Before boarding, she had promised Santa Karina that she had what she was capable of and wouldn't waste her position.

Actually, Melissa was just overthinking it.

Saint Karina didn't plan to take her along, initially because even she wasn't confident about the depths of the Sea of ​​Despair.

She was worried about the safety of those she brought with her, so she didn't bring them unless absolutely necessary. The captain was very familiar with the waterways, while Hero was familiar with the ocean itself, able to recognize many marine creatures and sea animals, and avoid danger.

She treated Melissa like a toy, but Santa Karina cherished every one of her "toys".

At least for now, none of her toys have gotten damaged. That's much more reliable than lovers who make vows of eternal love, friends who call each other confidants, or harmonious companions.

They can be toys, or they can be cherished items.

Melissa felt that as long as she kept going and did everything she could, she was helping me, but in reality, Santa Karina didn't need her to work so hard; she was just exhausting herself.

"Melissa, I can say it a few more times, you must learn to balance work and rest and relax properly."

"But……"

Melissa has wavered, but she also has her own stubbornness.

"Okay, stop arguing. Now, just sit with me for a while, okay?"

"This won't do, I'm wasting your time, Master."

"This isn't a waste of time, it's me caring about you. Okay, Melissa, come on, let's enjoy some time together... Or are you just not interested in spending time with me? Do you think I'm wasting your time?"

Saint Karina raised an eyebrow.

"No, no, no, that's not it. I didn't mean I didn't want to be with you, Master. I'm very happy to be with you, Master. I'm willing to do anything."

Melissa immediately panicked.

She's quite easy to understand; she fell for the provocation immediately.

Saint Karina knew this trick would work, which is why she said it on purpose.

"Very good, then come over here. As long as you still have the strength to walk..."

"Of course I have the strength. It is my greatest honor to be able to spend this time alone with my master."

With that, Melissa sat down on the edge of Santa Karina's bed.

She seemed quite anxious. It's unimaginable if they were still enemies.

The brainwashing effect of the Holy Sword was even more terrifying than Saint Karina had imagined. It subtly influenced a person's mind, turning them into a devotee without them even realizing it.

However, this is also related to Melissa's own personality. Just like the captain who was also bound by the Holy Sword, she does what she's supposed to do every day, and doesn't feel guilty at all when she's being lazy or slacking off.

The captain probably treats Saint Karina, her mistress, like a masseuse. A masseuse who can massage precisely the right spots is the kind of sophisticated technique the captain appreciates.

Melissa came from the Demon King's army, and obedience was in her nature. The demon race also revered the strong, and Saint Karina was now far more powerful than Melissa, making Melissa want to submit from the depths of her soul, her very marrow, and every single cell.

Although Melissa was now seated beside Santa Karina's bed, she was far from calm. Her fists were clenched, and her tail wagged restlessly; it was hard to say she was relaxed.

"Oh dear... Melissa, you're too tense. You're such a good girl."

"I'm sorry, Master, I couldn't control myself."

Melissa couldn't help but apologize again.

"It's alright. I've been too careless lately and haven't taken good care of you. I'm sorry you've had a hard time, but don't worry, I'll make it up to you. I can't let you suffer like this. I won't just stand by and do nothing."

As Melissa's owner, Saint Karina should sort out her emotions and soothe her when she has emotional problems.

But how can we ease her emotions?

Saint Karina had an idea, but before that, she planned to use simple comforting words, such as patting Melissa's head.

"Okay, Melissa, come here."

Saint Karina was pleased to see Melissa obediently move closer, bringing the two of them closer together by the bedside.

She placed her hand on Melissa's little head and stroked it, accidentally touching her horns several times. It was said that demon horns were very sensitive, a fact told to her by the demon's lustful legion commander.

That guy used to really enjoy doing those pleasurable things, having Saint Karina grab her horns and penetrate her hard from behind.

She would often spit out a small snake, then breathe heavily with a flushed face.

"It's alright, just enjoy the anime."

Saint Karina used a massage technique, focusing on that corner.

"Mmm...Master..."

Melissa gave a soft, embarrassed "hmm," her voice barely audible. She curled up under Saint Karina's touch, her cheeks flushed just as bright, no less so than that of the demon's seven legion commanders.

"What...what are you doing, Master..."

"What else can I do but comfort you, pat your head, Melissa? That should make you feel better, right?"

"Yes...it feels a little good...but why are you touching my horns, Master? Not there...no..."

She spoke haltingly.

Santa Karina's attitude, as if petting a puppy or something very smooth, flattered her.

"Why not? It feels great, right? Okay, stop worrying. I promise you, there will be something even more comfortable later."

Saint Karina blinked and removed her hand from Melissa's head.

She smiled gently at Melissa and then said:

"Come on, let me start by massaging your shoulders. Your shoulders are really stiff and need to be relaxed."

Saint Karina placed her fingers on Melissa's shoulders and began to massage them.

She did this in an effort to loosen Melissa's stiff muscles and make her less tense.

If it were a human, long-term overwork would easily lead to diseases such as frozen shoulder.

"How are you feeling? Are you comfortable? Don't worry, I'll be right here. You can tell me if you feel uncomfortable."

"I don't feel uncomfortable..."

"Then I'll take that as you agreeing, that you agree to let me continue."

Saint Karina's words were pointed.

Her smile spread, and her fingers traced the shape of Melissa's shoulder.

As she massaged Melissa, she brought her mouth close to her ear.

"Next time, if you still feel overwhelmed, exhausted, depressed, jealous, or have any minor complaints about unfairness or unpleasantness, feel free to come to me. You're always welcome here, and I'll give you a quick access channel, remember that."

Saint Karina's sweet talk wasn't just empty words.

She's a woman of action, so she would never let Melissa get into trouble.

"I'm sorry, Master... Maybe, I just... just didn't want to trouble you, Master... I didn't want things to get worse because of me..."

267. The Deeply Buried Madness

"Oh, you're such a silly little thing. I don't feel like you're causing me any trouble at all. In fact, it's the fact that you keep quiet that makes me feel even more annoyed."

Saint Karina wasn't angry with her at all.

"Okay, lie down now and enjoy my fingers."

Then, Saint Karina deliberately attacked Melissa from behind, touching her feminine advantage.

The mountain peak was very conspicuous; when I squeezed it, it trembled and deformed.

Melissa's fingertips dug deep into the soil of the mountain, and then she made a very cute sound.

"Ah ah……"

Her cheeks turned redder.

"Master, what are you doing?"

"What else can we do? Now is the time to enjoy the fan service specially provided by your master."

It's time for a private massage.

"But why... Master, what have I done to deserve such kindness from you?"

She stammered, clearly full of anticipation for what was to come.

She was holding back; it had been a long time since she had done this with Santa Karina.

"You will always deserve my kindness, Melissa. In fact, your coy way of being alluring is incredibly cute, more charming and more adorable than any other girl."

As St. Karina said this, she couldn't help but kiss Melissa on the neck, which made Melissa react even more strongly.

A coquettish tone escaped her lips, while Saint Karina was not idle either, constantly massaging Melissa with her fingers.

Melissa's skin was so smooth and delicate, even more tender than a newborn baby's, which brought Saint Karina great joy.

It feels so soft to touch...

It's soft and fluffy, making it hard to resist.

In fact, the more Saint Karina massaged Melissa, her fingers lingering over every area, the more abundant that glistening fruit became.

"what……"