When Eluaz entered the grand bath, she could barely close her mouth in awe.

The bath was larger than the entire house she had lived in during her previous life!

Here and there were statues of the Goddess Elwina and the angels who served her, and it was lavishly decorated not only with gold but with resplendent, multicolored jewels.

Moreover, this was such a precious place that it was only used by the high priest for purification before the grand annual service. Yet, Arban, who had accompanied her, told her that as the Saintess, she could use it any time she wished, even several times a day. Upon hearing this, she instinctively offered a prayer to whoever had allowed her to possess this world.

‘Thank you! Thank you! I don’t know who you are, but I will pray for you at every service from now on!’

But then, something unexpected happened.

Perhaps due to the Saintess effect, even a light prayer caused her entire body to shine brightly, just as it had in the chapel.

Arban clasped his hands together with reverence, deeply moved at seeing Eluaz once again prove herself to be God’s representative.

“As expected of the Saintess…!”

Damn it. The timing couldn’t have been worse.

Of all moments, it had to be now, when she was planning to seduce him in the bath, that she showed such a holy sight!

She had planned to live kindly in her next life, even picking up trash off the street, so she could live like this again. But she had never said she would live chastely!

And Arban went even further.

Saying he dared not lay eyes upon the precious body of the Saintess, and that she might feel uncomfortable, he tightly wrapped his eyes with cloth.

If it were blindfold play, that would be one thing, but she hadn’t wanted him to do it before she had even started seducing him.

“…Sir Arban?”

“Yes!”

Watching the scene, Eluaz, whose interest had cooled, asked with the thought of what on earth he was doing, but the priest answered energetically.

She hadn’t expected him to respond so vigorously. Was it the Saintess buff making her voice sound like that of a holy Saintess calling her devoted servant?

“Didn’t you say you would help me bathe?”

“Even with my eyes closed, I can feel the Saintess’s abundant holy power! It is more than enough!”

Proving his words true, Arban served her with remarkable skill.

Washing her hair with water infused with fragrant oil, his hands moved on to a scalp massage so skillful it was almost dazzling, making her wonder if he was truly a priest. He generously added herbs like rosemary, thyme, and sage into the oversized tub that was far too luxurious for her to use alone.

Soaking in the warm water, Eluaz’s body relaxed and loosened.

‘No, no! Pull yourself together! You have to take one more step toward your grand goal. You can’t just surrender to a bath!’

She reminded herself of her aim to seduce Priest Arban. She couldn’t waste such a rare chance to be together like this, naked and face to face.

When she glanced up at him, he was still blindfolded, fully focused on attending to her bath.

With the corners of his mouth faintly raised, as though restraining himself from humming in contentment, he took out her arms one at a time and washed them with a soft, soapy cloth.

‘This is my chance!’

Eluaz sat on the edge of the tub, waiting for Arban to wash her upper body.

His hands started at the nape of her neck, moved to rub her round shoulders, and finally brushed ever so slightly against the nipple she had been aiming for.

“Ah!”

“I apologize, Saintess. I will be more careful from now on.”

Momentarily startled, Arban quickly regained his composure and washed her body with even greater focus.

Perhaps thinking she had moaned from pain, his touch became more delicate.

This… this isn’t right… was it too subtle?

“Hnn…”

She deliberately brushed her nipple against his hand as he moved. It wasn’t hard, since they were already stiff and erect from arousal.

Even as she exhaled warm breath naturally into his ear, Arban steadfastly concentrated on his task.

‘Excuse me, Sir Arban…? At this point, wouldn’t it be polite to touch me back?’

In the end, nothing happened until he had finished washing her entire upper body and rinsed it with warm water.

Eluaz was impatient but did not give up hastily. After all, the main dish was not her chest, but her lower body.

Arban lathered a new cloth and began washing each of her toes with care.

Since his eyes were covered, she openly observed him and noticed that his lower body was starting to show some reaction.

‘So he’s not impotent?’

That meant there was potential. A priest is still a man.

After washing her feet, Arban worked up lather on the cloth he had used to wash her body and moved from her ankles to her calves, then up to her knees.

‘Just a bit more! More! More!’

Cheered on by Eluaz, he finally reached her thighs. As his hands carefully washed them and approached her sex, she subtly shifted her hips.

“Aang!”

Ah, was that too loud?

Thinking that sounds like a small gasp or grunt hadn’t worked before, she had decided to go louder this time, as if to say, ‘Let’s see if you can still resist!’ It ended up louder than she had expected.

And since it was a bathhouse, her voice even echoed.

“……”

But contrary to her expectations, Arban’s demeanor did not change. Or rather, he acted as though he had not heard her at all. However, his hands moved more quickly than before.

Since the bath was nearly over, Eluaz began to grow irritated.

‘Ah, what are you doing!’

She had no idea how else to tempt him. She should have realized earlier, when his eyes had shone excessively while looking at her, that this would be the case.

Arban’s reaction was nothing like what Eluaz had imagined.

—To think you’re moaning like this when I’m just washing you… just how lewd are you?

Why wasn’t he saying anything like that! Why wasn’t he asking how she could be so sensitive just from being washed!

—Is this bathwater, or is it love juices flowing from your sex?

And then, to confirm, shouldn’t he be licking to check!

—No matter how much I wipe, it keeps flowing. What should I do?

While pretending to be troubled, shouldn’t he block it with his fingers or penis while smirking! Could he really call himself a character in a 19+ hardcore web novel like this? Did he have no shame?

No, perhaps it was just not in his nature to say such things. Even blushing and saying something like this would have been enough.

—S-Saintess… something’s wrong, all the blood has rushed down there and it hurts. What should I do? Since you made it this way, you can fix it, right?

—Oh my, Priest. What could be the matter? As the Saintess, I cannot ignore your difficulty.

With an innocent face, he would say he couldn’t stop his hips, then, at a loss, continue pounding vigorously, releasing thick semen.

Of course, this was a hardcore romance fantasy world, so one time would never be enough. Even after, he would still blush and say,

—Saintess… what should I do? It still hurts.

—But it’s better than before, isn’t it?

—Y-Yes…

—Then why don’t we do it once more? Hehe.

Her preference was for a priest who indulged in dirty talk, but she was confident she could respond perfectly to any sexual cue.

However, the Arban before her showed absolutely no such signs. None at all.

“Haa… Call another priest.”

In the end, Eluaz gave up on seducing Arban. Praying after seeing a bath far better than in her previous life had been a mistake.

When another priest came, she decided she would not pray and would tempt him as normally as possible. Even if the bath was already over, she planned to pretend she had not bathed and start from drying her body to tempt him.

After repeating it a few times, surely at least one of them would give in.