A saintess? She's just a bad woman.

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With a gasp, Saint Karina slowly descended from the lift platform above the club's stage, wearing an exotic outfit that was a completely different style from her elegant evening gown.

The remaining believers, including St. Karina, were all women, because there were more important ceremonies to be performed after the ball.

There were only a few dozen female believers who met the criteria and were invited. After Saint Karina appeared, the crowd's eyes never left her.

The spotlight shone on Santa Karina, who took a deep breath, exhaling to release her other emotions and thoughts. Now was not the time to dwell on those things; she needed to focus all her energy on making tonight's performance a complete success.

"Next, I will present a dance program I created myself, called 'The Gift,' which was a name I came up with on the spot. During the performance, I hope everyone's eyes will be focused on me and not on anyone else, otherwise I will be sad for a long time."

A chaotic chorus of responses and cheers erupted from below the stage.

Brenda watched the woman on stage from the second-floor stands, her brow furrowing deeper and deeper. She had clearly underestimated Santa Karina's sense of shame; the woman seemed utterly oblivious to the humiliation of being displayed in public and watched like a commodity.

"It's simply incomprehensible."

Suddenly, all the surrounding lights went out, leaving only the spotlight on the stage. A person draped in a thin veil stood in the center of the spotlight, stretching their waist and twirling and leaping lightly on the stage. Their supple body effortlessly performed complex movements beyond the audience's comprehension, dancing gracefully to a song from a foreign land.

The golden tulle shimmered under the lights, and the colorful sequins transformed into countless dancing points of light, dazzling the audience. Their gazes were fixed on it, oblivious to everything else.

The beautiful young lady, her slender waist like a water snake, was faintly visible through the golden veil. Under the lamplight, her graceful curves appeared in a hazy way in everyone's view.

Such clothing does not make people feel frivolous or vulgar; although it is bold, it has a unique elegance.

Saint Karina wore gold bracelets on her wrists and ankles, with bells hanging from the bracelets on her feet. The bells made a crisp sound as she danced, perfectly blending with the music played by the musicians beside her.

When the dance performance reached its climax, Saint Karina suddenly threw out the ribbon in her hand, which wrapped around the high-rise platform. She caught the ribbon and rose into the air, circling around the stage and throwing her veil at one of the audience members.

The spectator was none other than Brenda, who was engrossed in watching from the second floor. The veil landed steadily in her hand, while she held a now-cold coffee in her other hand.

Since the performance began, she had forgotten what she was supposed to do. When the music ended, Santa Karina returned to the ground to complete her final movement, scattering petals below the stage, and Brenda finally snapped out of her daze.

She took a sip of coffee, the sour taste spreading across her tongue. The heat in her cheeks lingered, her heart pounded wildly in her chest, and her chest heaved more and more rapidly.

The veil in her hand still carried the scent of its owner. Almost involuntarily, Brenda brought it to her nose and sniffed it. Only after a few seconds did she realize that she was doing something very shameful.

If the veil were replaced with fabric in the shape of a closed figure formed by three line segments that are not on the same straight line, connected end to end, it would be a hundred times worse than it is now.

"How infuriating! I've been tricked again. It's a real shame I didn't get to see her humiliated..."

Brenda grabbed the veil, her expression a mixture of anger and anxiety. Several times she tried to throw it into the trash can at her feet, but in the end she couldn't bring herself to do it and pulled the veil back from its descent.

The audience below the stage was almost drowned out by voices praising St. Karina. The slightly unrestrained exotic dance undoubtedly struck a chord with the believers—a point between F and H. They were already tired of proper dances, or conservative, restrained dances with complicated rules. They needed more novelty and visual impact.

Saint Karina didn't want to offer anything mainstream to the believers. Although she was a little nervous before the performance, the positive response finally put her mind at ease.

She waved to Brenda on the second floor from below the stage.

After dealing with the enthusiastic worshippers, Saint Karina finally managed to squeeze in a private meeting with Brenda. Since it was a private meeting, there was no need to use each other's code names.

"Are you satisfied with the performance just now, Your Majesty?"

“般”.

In truth, Brenda thought it was quite good, 114514 times better than the dances performed by those vulgar women in the palace. However, she could never say such praise to Saint Karina.

She didn't want to see this woman getting carried away in front of her.

"Thank you for the compliment. The word 'ban' you used is already enough to make me happy. Also, I have a gift for you. I guess you'll feel a real sense of depravity after reading it."

"What is it?"

"Please allow me to keep you in suspense for now. Please wait here for a moment, and I will bring it to you right away."

"..."

Brenda stared blankly at the hot tea beside her, her mind filled with the scene on stage just now. That wretched woman could act so wanton even when she was clothed; she wondered what she would be like without clothes.

When we're alone together, it seems like we're about to do a dance where our clothes gradually fall off. Maybe next time...

The terrible idea was nipped in the bud by her.

Meanwhile, Santa Karina first changed back into the gray-blue dress she had been wearing, and then went to the storage room to check the painting she had completed one night—a major work that she had created by using the water from Brenda's body to moisten her brush.

The dried oil painting was placed in an exquisite wooden frame, and Santa Karina even found a special cloth bag for it. Brenda's expression changed rapidly as she took the contents of the bag out.

"This is absolutely amazing," Saint Karina thought.

"Your Majesty should be able to recognize who the main character in this painting is."

"You...how dare you?"

Brenda stared at the painting, blushing with embarrassment.

The person in the painting is clearly herself, dressed in the Emperor's New Clothes, her limbs bound to a chair by retractable mechanical handcuffs, with a confused and infatuated expression, her knees and body forming an obtuse angle.

His expression was incredibly lewd, even more so than the sex therapist across the street.

She could hardly believe it was herself.

What's even more frightening is that the painting is incredibly lifelike.

“This painting was created with your permission, Your Majesty, and you did not refuse me at the time, so please accept it as a souvenir of our wonderful night together.”

"you……"

The blonde girl stood in silence for a long time in front of her self-portrait before finally managing to utter a sentence.

"Besides you, who else has seen it?"

"It's just you, Your Majesty."

Brenda breathed a sigh of relief and slumped onto the sofa with the painting in her hand. If such an embarrassing painting were seen by a third person, she'd rather start her life over and be reborn into a better place.

“Saint Karina, I…I will remember you. Someday you will regret painting this picture.”

She stuffed the painting into her bag, gave him a warning look, and fled the club room immediately.

The harmless but hurtful remarks unique to teenagers had a negligible effect on Saint Karina.

No, it has absolutely no effect.

"Your Majesty, you don't really think you looked that scary just now, do you?"

Once her figure was completely gone, the smile on Santa Karina's face vanished instantly, leaving only exhaustion and despair.

Tonight's dance was still a bit of a strain for her, especially the difficult moves, which took a lot of energy out of her.

She used to feel no pressure at all, but now she does, probably as a lingering effect of her time in the Kingdom of God.

Next, there's something even more important to do: all the women will have to drink her holy water...

69. Baptism Ceremony

In the dimly lit basement of the clubhouse, the hot spring pool was steaming, and the sound of dripping water could be heard from time to time. The sound was not loud, but it was still audible.

The lighting was provided by candlesticks lit along the edges of the wall, which were placed in all four corners, but the light was still insufficient, leaving large areas of shadow.

The central figure in this baptismal ceremony is Saint Karina. Those being baptized are the female members of the Church of Eris, chosen by Saint Karina as core members to continue the propagation of Eris.

The baptisms are performed in groups of six, seven groups in total, one group at a time. When the clock strikes midnight, another female bishop will lead the saints into the room.

The bishop had received a divine oracle, so she had no doubt about Saint Karina. She also believed that the previous incident was due to a problem with the sacrificial ritual. Fortunately, their god did not blame them, but instead chose a saint as the god's representative on earth.

Unlike the previous sacrifices, this saint's status was even higher than that of the bishop, second only to God.

Saint Karina, dressed in a white robe, entered, accompanied by a mature and voluptuous female bishop who appeared to be in her early thirties, the prime of her life, with striking golden waves that were quite eye-catching.

Saint Karina, however, was barefoot. When she stepped into the pool, her white robes immediately became translucent and shimmering, creating a very alluring effect.

It was only today that she was regarded as a saint by this group of people, and tonight was the first time she had personally presided over this indescribable baptism ceremony.

She certainly understood the procedures, but anyone would feel overwhelmed if they had to "serve" so many women at once.

Staring at the group of people "kneeling" before her, she could already imagine that her body would be filled with all sorts of fluids, both flowing and non-flowing, like a gel-like lubricating liquid, while her body was in a state of severe dehydration.

Saint Karina had already sat down, water overflowing her cleavage, the hot water stimulating her limbs and bones, her cells rejoicing.

"let's start."

The bishop's voice echoed in the empty space, sounding ethereal and mysterious.

The baptism ceremony stipulated that Saint Karina could only wear a white robe, while believers had to wear the Emperor's New Clothes, discard all worldly superfluities, and cleanse their bodies and minds in the hot springs where the saint had bathed, emphasizing that both body and soul must be honest with the saint and the divine.

So they too had to enter the hot spring pool. A rustling sound came from the other side; it was the sound of the first group of women preparing to enter the water. The visual effect was astonishing. Even the experienced Saint Karina had never seen so many women dressed in the Emperor's New Clothes walking towards her before.

They entered the hot spring pool in an orderly and polite manner. Saint Karina felt that she might be a little dizzy from soaking in the hot spring. An unusual heat source was burning in her abdomen, causing her long, slender legs to involuntarily clench together underwater.

The burning sensation made her restless, her spine tingling... She couldn't calm down because those women were coming.

"Your Excellency, I apologize for the offense."

The first woman, who was the leader, took the saint's hand and led her to some indescribable place.

She was also a little nervous because she wasn't alone in the pool; there were five other women eyeing her intently. Although it was her first time doing something like this, if she didn't, the other women would take the lead for her.

Having finally secured this spot, she absolutely couldn't let another woman have it. With this thought, the woman's eyes hardened.

This is the difference between the thinking of cult members and ordinary people. Serving the saintess, this agent of God, is serving their God. And if they serve this saintess well, wouldn't they be closer to the gate to God's kingdom?

To live forever and serve God eternally—what a beautiful picture that is!

"Hey..."

Tears welled up in the corners of the woman's eyes. There hadn't been any foreplay at all; it was painful to watch.

This time, the woman's instruction was probably about the difference between forests and jungles during the adventure.

When we think of jungles, we think of lush tropical or exotic climates. For most people, jungles, woodlands, and forests often refer to the same thing: a wooded area.

But what truly defines these three similar types of ecosystems?

The woman is using her actions to teach Saint Karina step by step, tailoring her instruction to each student's individual needs, so that she can fully understand the difference.

First, a forest is a complex ecosystem, mainly composed of trees, and is described in dictionaries as "a large area covered primarily by trees and shrubs".

Forests are important habitats for many species, and temperature and rainfall are two very important factors that help forests thrive and maintain their growth.

"Your Excellency, how was your experience?"

The pained expression gradually turned into a comfortable one; it seemed the woman had completely adapted to this rhythm and was even enjoying it.

Saint Karina's fingers were slender and long, beautiful and graceful like solidified white jade. As she walked along the winding forest paths, the close contact with these fingers gave her a profound feeling that God was right in front of her.

It's like dual cultivation; the purity within the body is lost, but in its place comes a rapid increase in strength. Her gaze towards Saint Karina grew increasingly fervent, as if she were looking at a human-shaped elixir of immortality.

"Yes, the air temperature and humidity have both increased, and I also like the smell of the forest."

"So, Your Excellency, would you like to take the initiative and hunt yourself?"

Her eyes sparkled with desire as she licked the little snake, her longing barely concealed.

While cooking for yourself can be self-sufficient, everyone says that other people's cooking is better.

With such a vast forest, hunting would be necessary for a picnic.

Naturally, hunting grounds were mostly wooded areas, as they were the most suitable places for hunting, so over time the word became more and more closely associated with wooded hunting grounds.

"Of course, I really enjoy hunting with beautiful ladies."

Saint Karina's eyes also revealed a desire to conquer. Although she felt a bit tired from doing it herself, wouldn't it make her look incompetent if she were constantly being grabbed by a woman?

Moreover, the woman was clearly gripping too tightly, and in her pursuit of pleasure, she easily left several red finger marks on Saint Karina's wrist.

If given enough time, the fingerprints could turn from red to bluish-purple. Besides, there are over forty people in line, not just this woman. If she's allowed to come, at this rate, how long would it take for the other women to get their turn?

70. Shopping

Her snow-white, lotus-like arms transformed into charging rockets. Saint Karina needed to conquer dozens of thirsty women at night, so she had to make good use of her nighttime skills and pursue speed.

It wasn't until dawn that Saint Karina finally conquered all the women there, including Renee, the cult's "traitor."

Thanks to this, and perhaps because it amused Eris, the evil god who had signed the contract, Saint Karina clearly felt that some of the power within her body had been restored.

However, perhaps because these followers were not difficult to learn and their quality overlapped, and they were only superior in quantity, she did not immediately advance from the third rank to the fourth rank, but was at about fifty percent of the progress bar.

After that, the baptism ceremony had only one final step. The bishop handed over a pure silver goblet, its surface delicately decorated and its body small; this goblet was to hold the saint's holy water…

Actually, what is called holy water is just the bathwater of the saintess. Everyone here has a cup, and everyone present gets one.

The believers formed a circle around Saint Karina, their eyes burning with desire as they looked at her. Her cheeks were flushed, and her cleavage trembled violently, much like a concubine awaiting the emperor's favor. They began to chant praises to God and drank the holy water in their cups.

"Your Holiness, thank you for your blessing."

Then, the followers began kissing her from the forehead, cheeks, neck, and back of her hands, and a new round of fighting began.