“Ah~ Truly, money makes the world go round. Premium treatment awaits anywhere you go. This water feels so soothing… Sure, it’s a bit pricey—but who cares? I’ll just wreck this place afterward anyway.”

Morningstar sank into the warm, milky-white liquid steaming gently in the tub. The water slowly rose over her fair skin as she submerged completely, then resurfaced and leaned against the edge. Her smooth, delicate skin glistened with tiny droplets; her chest rose and fell with each breath, shimmering under the light with a faint, alluring pink glow.

This was the church’s paid extra: a holy water bath. Morningstar had booked the entire space—no one else allowed. She wouldn’t let anyone, not even another girl, see her beautiful body.

“Legend says holy water beautifies, heals, and purifies the soul. Setting aside the rest… soaking here really does ease fatigue.”

While Leticia received treatment, the bored Morningstar indulged in the church’s special service. She’d even briefly considered asking a nun to wash her back—but nah, felt too weird.

“To think this sacred water, brimming with holy light, now bathes an evil Dark Witch… kinda ironic, huh? If I unleashed my dark aura, would it turn cursed?”

“This is merely holy water infused with Holy Light magic—not true Sacred Mountain water. Even you, Master, would be harmed by the real thing. It is the bane of all darkness.”

Freya soaked quietly nearby. She hadn’t wanted to bathe, but as a servant, duty bound her to attend—so Morningstar dragged her along.

(Truthfully, Morningstar just wanted the view.)

Whether human Morningstar or her past self, the Dark Sorceress, she’d always shared one taste: beautiful, cute, or sexy girls. In short—her preferences were broad, but only if the other was stunning. Freya definitely qualified. Bringing her here? Pure self-satisfaction.

“Anyway, we’re both girls~ No pervert vibes, right? Hehehe~ Let me peek~”

Morningstar thought this with a mischievous grin, inching closer to Freya. She’d grown far bolder than at the start.

“M-Master… are you… teasing me again?”

Freya instinctively shifted, stiffly turning to face Morningstar’s smiling profile. She’d felt the Dark Sorceress’s terror—the suffocating grip of darkness…

A faint trace of anticipation flickered in her chest. She crushed it instantly.

*I am the Divine Maiden of the Divine Clan! How could I crave darkness?!*

“Let me scrub your back~ I’m a pro, you know~”

No lie. During part-time work years ago, Morningstar had been a bathhouse scrubber. She knew the craft—just never on a girl. Perfect trial run.

“Scrub?”

Freya had never heard the term. Before she could ponder, Morningstar lifted her onto the tub’s edge.

“Lie face down first…”

Morningstar clapped her hands, wrapped a towel loosely around her palm—no rough cloth for such delicate skin.

“Yes, Master.”

Thoroughly tamed, Freya obeyed without protest. Thankfully, the edge wasn’t cold.

“Starting now.”

Morningstar’s palm pressed Freya’s back. After a few rubs, her expression turned serious.

“Whoa—quite a layer of grime. Haven’t bathed since the battle, huh?”

Dust from earlier clung stubbornly. What began as playful teasing shifted into full scrub-mode. Morningstar’s old perfectionism flared: *Unkempt skin? Unacceptable.*

“G-Gentle…”

“Got it.”

“Mmph!” Freya bit her lip, bracing for worse—but it really was just scrubbing. Still, every touch from the Dark Sorceress sent her heart hammering, cheeks burning with shame.

“Just… my back. I’ll handle the rest.” Steam flushed her face as she glanced back.

“Nope! A true scrubber covers *every* inch—front, back, sides! Then salt, milk, maybe vinegar…”

“Master… are you going to *eat* me?” Freya whispered, thinking she’d be marinated. “Please… stop soon.”

She dared not raise her voice.

After ages, Morningstar finished. For a beauty, Freya had shed surprising grime.

Freya’s mind fogged; her body went limp as wet cloth, collapsing motionless.

“Whoa—what?!” Morningstar jolted. *Heatstroke?* She’d seen this in bathhouses—steam overload. But… usually old men fainted like this.

“Freya! You’re a Holy Maiden! Don’t pull a grandpa act—get up!” She patted Freya’s cheek. Only then noticed: flushed face, rosy skin… kinda cute.

“M-Master… this one… is already hundreds of years old… older than grandpas…” Freya murmured, half-conscious.

“Tch. Divine Maiden of the Divine Clan? Total flop.”