A saintess? She's just a bad woman.

The monotonous scenery could easily lead to aesthetic fatigue, but thankfully, after more than ten hours, they finally arrived.

However, behind the massive rocks and clouds was a gigantic beast resembling a white tiger, but with wings on its back.

The creature's eyes were tightly closed, as if it were asleep. Its heavy breathing was deafening. It was pure white, and its body was quite large even among the mountains. It was enormous and magnificent, with its two front paws dangling in front of it, supporting its head.

This is the gatekeeper beast, and above its head, circles of mist form nightmares, sometimes saints, sometimes divine beasts, and sometimes all sorts of strange and terrifying monsters.

"Is it influencing the world through dreams?"

"Curtis asked."

"Yes, but as long as we don't touch its body and are careful, we can get around it and enter the door smoothly."

So the pedestrians slowed their pace and walked toward their destination.

Upon stepping inside, Saint Karina was not greeted by a normal scene, but by a bizarre and surreal world.

The room was shrouded in thick fog, and the salty sea breeze blew in from who-knows-where through the portholes. The spring mattress creaked and groaned as if it were being weighed down, repeating this several times before finally stopping.

Her mind was a little foggy and groggy. She usually only needed 15-20 minutes to finish showering, but today it took her much longer, inexplicably extending by more than ten minutes.

Curtis was the same; she became very strange, and the source of this strangeness was undoubtedly the guy who handed her the drink with a nonchalant expression.

Curtis thought to herself, "I really want to bite her lips hard."

If she actually took a bite, the atmosphere tonight would definitely become very strange. She resisted the urge to bite, drank the wine, and then their lips parted, a few drops of red wine remaining at the corners of their mouths.

"How is it? Do you like this kind of service?"

Saint Karina swept the tip of her tongue across the corner of her mouth, wiping away the wine residue, and her expression returned to normal.

It's infuriating that Curtis was the only one who was nervous and shy throughout, and that the person who caused this could remain so calm.

"Lift your skirt, like."

Curtis feigned composure to hide his unease, then picked up the glass and gulped down the drink. His body, still warm from the shower, was perfectly cooled down; a drink on the rocks was just what he needed.

The taste of this wine, from the captain's private stash, is completely different from the generic wines in the copper coin jars; they are worlds apart.

After two glasses of red wine, her already rosy skin flushed an even more vibrant red.

Curtis looked incredibly alluring; a few glistening drops of water trickled down her neck, down her collarbone, and to her cleavage. Her cleavage was still developing; given time, she would surely mature into a woman as stunning as the Empress.

But it's not bad like this. It's full of girlish charm, like drinking lemonade on a summer beach. The taste is refreshing yet unforgettable.

The process of a girl growing into a mature woman is inevitable, and Saint Karina is willing to be a link in that process.

Tonight, Curtis will most likely be guiding me to a brothel, and just thinking about it is exciting. Even though I'll be the top, it might be exhausting.

Isn't this good enough?

"What follows is even more extraordinary, I guarantee you'll be very happy. So, would you like me to take another shower, Your Highness? Staying there will waste precious service time, so I hope you can begin as soon as possible and make this night as wonderful as possible."

Santa Karina couldn't wait to see Curtis's embarrassed expression.

Not only that, I also want to see her blush, her heart pounding, her chest heaving, and her making all sorts of beautiful sounds.

She wanted to... personally ripen the unripe flower buds, so that the flowers would bloom in the darkness just for her. Although it was a bit vulgar, this was indeed Saint Karina's truest thought.

"Then go quickly, I'll wait for you."

Curtis was nervous; she kept pouring wine into her glass.

Some people drink water or eat constantly when they are nervous. Obviously, this girl came here because she was in a daze and was not ready to have sex.

Once she has tasted the pleasure behind the forbidden door, she will never want to turn back.

Human desires are always so savage and straightforward, like a surging sea, difficult to contain.

In front of Curtis, Saint Karina first took off her long coat and threw it on the ground, followed by her inner top, skirt, pants, innards, and gloves. There was a blue leg ring on her left thigh; removing it was a privilege reserved for "God."

Curtis was her only god tonight.

"Could you please help me untie this?"

The young girl, dressed in the Emperor's New Clothes, circled behind Curtis, pressing her feminine advantage against him. The warm, soft touch against his back made Curtis stiffen, his hand holding the wine glass frozen in mid-air.

They had never embraced so intimately. Even after the most dangerous battle, their closest contact had been a high-five and a cheer.

176. Sealed Memories

"Your heart is beating fast, and you are breathing rapidly."

"No...no."

“I heard it perfectly clearly.”

Slender arms wrapped around Curtis's delicate body from behind, holding her close. Saint Karina knew perfectly well the significance of this gesture; it would be a fatal blow to the innocent girl who had never experienced any physical intimacy.

Its nature is ambiguous; it's neither as presumptuous as a kiss, nor as suggestive as ordinary verbal flirting.

A strange, tingling sensation spread from her spine, leaving her frozen in place.

The tingling sensation is a signal of physical and mental well-being. Curtis has never felt so comfortable and at ease in a long time.

Having shared similar experiences, the two are likely to be able to understand each other perfectly at this moment.

"Curtis, tell me, would you like to try something fun?"

Saint Karina brought her face close to the girl's ear.

Even if she did nothing but whisper in Curtis's ear, it would be enough to shake Curtis's mind.

This trick never failed her. Curtis, as her first test subject, naturally felt shy, her ears turned red, and she couldn't speak for a long time. She even made an excuse to hide when she saw Saint Karina, fearing that she would be "attacked" by her again.

The ears are a sensitive area, and not everyone can withstand an attack. Clearly, Curtis's resistance was less than half that of Philomena; even in the dim light of the room, her changes were visible.

Her ears turned bright red, as if they were about to bleed. The room was very quiet, with only the sounds of their heartbeats and breathing.

"Miss Curtis, what is your answer?"

"Go take a shower..."

Curtis snapped out of his daze and took the opportunity to break free from Santa Karina's embrace.

She almost succumbed to the warmth of the embrace, nearly forgetting that she was there tonight to enjoy a special evening package. Being so thoroughly manipulated by the person providing the service was a disgrace to her reputation.

"If you keep harassing me, I'll freeze you with magic."

"Sorry, I'll go wash up right away."

That's enough teasing. We can save the rest for after the shower.

She took off her leg rings and placed them on the table, then strode away, leaving Curtis sitting on the sofa, her face flushed with embarrassment and anger, her cheeks puffed out in a huff.

"You look cute even when you're angry. I can't help but feel something physiological, really."

"..."

Santa Karina was in high spirits after her successful provocation, even imagining what would happen next. Little did she know, Curtis outside was already gathering strength, waiting for his counterattack.

Thus, though the memory was hazy and unclear, like a mist, and the room was dimly lit and filled with the rich aroma of red wine, both of them anticipated the good things that might happen next in this ambiguous atmosphere.

Two lighting channels were installed beneath the silver metal roof, but neither was currently activated. The only sources of light were the special transparent tiles on the floor and the nightlights on the walls.

Beneath the tiles lies the rippling blue sea, its edges emitting a faint glow when touched. Nightlights are provided for passengers who frequently need to get up at night. Therefore, the room has very little natural light; this isn't to save electricity, but rather to create a unique atmosphere and ambiance.

The room has no bed; the only places to sleep are the soft, light green tatami mats on the floor, the bay window under the huge viewing window, and the sofa. Compared to the tatami mats covered with cushions, the space of the bay window and sofa feels very cramped, making it difficult to move around freely.

A set of crystal-clear glass goblets sits on the glass coffee table, each filled with red wine to about one-third of its capacity. This amount allows the wine to better interact with the air and increases the surface area for oxidation during swirling.

As the drinker shakes the wine, it is quickly aerated, releasing its aromatic scents and making the flavor exceptionally rich on the palate. It can be enjoyed without having to wait too long.

A girl with long, fiery red hair, crimson eyes, and a simple yet stylish appearance, picked up a wine glass with her slender, long fingers and took a small sip.

The bitterness and spiciness stimulated her tongue at the same time, causing her to squint her eyes and let out a long, satisfied sigh.

"It's truly a treasured red wine; the taste is excellent."

This wine isn't cheap; it's hard for ordinary people to just spend that much money on a bottle of wine that's practically useless and only good for showing off.

However, alcohol is very useful for creating a fermentation atmosphere.

The red-haired girl gazed at the still, clear wine in her goblet, its reflection mirroring her own image. Her skin was fair, her features delicate, like a finely sculpted work of art, without a trace of excess fat or blemish.

With such a stunningly beautiful face that touches the soul, it's no wonder that women always show her affection.

For example, when Curtis visited this room tonight, she repeatedly remarked that her face was very beautiful and had a dreamlike quality.

Whenever the two were alone together, Curtis's heart would race, his chest would heave violently, and he would feel a sense of distress.

She, Saint Karina, is not just a saint; she is also a stunning beauty who attracts countless women.

With this ability alone, you'll never lack money.

The service industry has a very low floor and a very high ceiling. Male escorts, for example, can make a lot of money, allowing customers to spend lavishly just to make them smile. Santa Karina happens to be working as a female male escort today; in some places, this is called "public relations" or "socialite."

She didn't care about titles or anything like that; as long as her wallet was full of gold coins, her mission was to meet the needs of her customers, and the customer was God.

Tonight, we're not offering services by name; the customer will come to us on their own.

Santa Karina's slender figure was reflected on the frosted glass door of the bathroom. The bathroom was filled with steam, making it impossible for Santa Karina to see what she was doing. The continuous sound of running water mingled with the girl's singing, the lyrics of which didn't sound particularly cheerful.

When the waiter brought the red wine, he also slipped Santa Karina a computer accessory packaged like popping candy, telling her in an ambiguous tone, "This will bring you supreme pleasure tonight."

The items are good, but using them would be despicable. She wouldn't do such a low-down thing unless the customer specifically requested it.

"Boring stuff."

Santa Karina threw the "popping candy" into the trash can. To make it as deceptive as possible, the computer parts were indeed made to resemble popping candy; the bag she threw away was strawberry flavored.

The glass of red wine was almost empty, and the sound of water in the bathroom finally stopped.

Curtis also changed her posture, leaning back on the sofa, waiting for her God to come to her.

At this moment, neither of the two, harboring their own ulterior motives, realized that upon entering the door, they might have been pulled into the misty realm by the same female white tiger with wings on its back.

177. Wash again

After much deliberation, Curtis finally succumbed to his impulse and asked her to purchase a "special night package." The decision came so suddenly that Santa Karina wasn't even prepared.

She had mentioned it to this willful and capricious princess, Curtis, once, but was rejected on the grounds that it was "improper." Curtis wanted to maintain her principles as a proper young lady, but principles are meant to be broken, and Saint Karina believed that one day she would willingly make the request to her.

The sweltering steam that had just escaped from the bathroom was immediately drawn away by the ventilation system inside the luxury liner cabin. Curtis emerged from the steam, wearing only a thin, light bathrobe.

"So hot……"

The girl tugged at the collar of her bathrobe, letting the cool air in the room kiss her skin, which was reddened by the hot water.

"Would you like some wine? This is the captain's private collection, a limited edition low-alcohol red wine from a faraway country. It's perfect for a girl like you, and you won't get drunk easily."

The other wine glass on the table was already full, and Curtis had no reason to refuse. The ship's restaurant served drinks to passengers regularly, and she had tried several different kinds of wine, so red wine was nothing to her.

"Thank you. By the way, could you please add some ice?"

"Of course, please wait."

Santa Karina opened the freezer in the corner of the room and pulled out the ice tray from the quick-freeze compartment. The tray contained slabs of ice, specifically for drinking and beverages.

Curtis occupied the corner of the sofa without any regard for her image, her bathrobe outlining the alluring curves of her still-developing but budding figure.

She was proud and arrogant, lacking the gentleness of a princess; instead, she was more fiery and unreasonable, with a personality that could occasionally be a bit eccentric. Their first encounter occurred during a less-than-pleasant transaction, when Curtis even gave Santa Karina a rather clumsy attempt at CPR.

Afterwards, Curtis thought to himself, "If she really needed CPR, she would have been dead by now." Regardless of the professionalism of CPR, the moment their lips touched, it felt quite pleasant.

Warm and soft, it gives you peace of mind.

As she was pouring the ice into the ice bucket, Santa Karina suddenly changed her mind and decided to perform her service ahead of schedule.

"How about trying a special way of drinking it?"

"There are other ways to enjoy drinking?"

Curtis yawned. She was a little tired today, but still looked forward to the service to come. Santa Karina picked up an ice cube and dropped it into the wine glass. The room-temperature red wine became chilled by the ice, and a thin layer of condensation appeared on the glass.

Then, pick up the glass and take a small sip, holding the cooled liquid in your mouth.

He stood up, approached Curtis, whose face was full of anticipation, and kissed him on the lips—the whole sequence of actions was executed flawlessly.

Santa Karina often feeds her guests drinks in this way, and sometimes she tries bolder methods, such as pouring the drink into the hollow of the collarbone and letting the guest drink it through intimate contact.

A strange, tingling sensation ran through her collarbone and shoulders as they were sucked, a feeling that Saint Karina thoroughly enjoyed. Their lips met, and the wine flowed from her mouth to Curtis's, the sweet taste of the young girl's lips lingering in the air.

She tried this several times, slowly feeding the guest the wine.