Chapter 9: Coercion and Enticement

Filusha put away her white gloves.

Clearly, those gloves were just used to check someone. Are you planning to keep them as a souvenir? Ugh, pervert, I really misjudged you!

Milly puffed out her cheeks, wanting to say more.

But Filusha was a step ahead and walked out of the room.

There was no choice but to follow behind her, heading together back to the Pope’s Office.

Filusha stood before the Pope, while Milly timidly hid behind her. She pressed down her skirt, her pretty face tinged red, and just thinking about what happened earlier filled her with unbearable shame.

Leona raised her eyebrows and looked at Filusha.

“Milly is still a virgin, and the proof of her purity is here.”

Leona said nothing, only gazing at Milly in the corner.

Milly’s face was flushed red, her head hung low and eyes brimming with tears. Being inspected for no reason, this must be how she looked—seems I really blamed her wrongly.

The Holy Maiden Robe found in the dungeon was probably planted by a Witch to frame her.

Milly’s achievements were clear for all to see. As long as she was removed, countless Witches could roam free. They had every reason to stage such a play, just to falsely accuse Milly.

“I see, it looks like I wronged her.”

Leona grabbed the Report. With a touch of magic, the Report ignited and was reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye. With a wave of her hand, Leona scattered the ashes to the wind.

“Milly, you must be tired. Go and rest.”

“Mm… okay…”

Milly pouted and shot Leona a glare.

Then she turned around and left the room without looking back.

Filusha hurried after her and, without warning, grabbed Milly’s hand. Milly wanted to shake her off, but Filusha simply pulled Milly into her arms.

The scent of lavender washed over her, leaving Milly dizzy and disoriented.

No, why am I getting excited by this!

“L-Let go of me!…”

Milly broke free from Filusha and protested with clenched fists.

“You’ve already seen everything! What else do you want?!”

“Don’t want things to get out, do you?” Filusha lifted Milly’s chin. “Then wash up and come to my room tonight.”

“Why should I!…”

Even if the Pope asked, Milly could just say Filusha broke her. Everything had already been smoothed over, so why did she have to sell her body now?

“Relax, I’m much better than those Witches.”

“There aren’t that many people!—”

As soon as she said it, Milly realized something was off.

She’d fallen for Filusha’s trap!

The point to argue wasn’t “those,” but “Witches,” wasn’t it?

Milly clapped a hand over her mouth, but it was too late.

Filusha gave a sly smile and blew softly in Milly’s ear.

“Don’t deny it. When I examined you, I found a trace of Witch’s aura inside you. You’ve already been toyed with by a Witch, haven’t you?”

“Ugh… N-No, I haven’t…”

“You must have drunk a lot of Holy Water, but you still can’t suppress the aura inside you.”

Milly whimpered, unable to come up with a rebuttal.

Deep down, she knew—even if she drank more Holy Water, she couldn’t hide the aura inside her. Filusha was also a Saintess and knew the Witch’s aura well.

“You don’t have a choice,”

Filusha teased with a cheerful smile. “If you don’t want things exposed, wash yourself well tonight and come see me in your Catgirl Outfit.”

“You!… Pervert!…”

“If I’m in a good mood, I’ll help purify that aura in you. If anyone asks again, just say I was the one who took your purity~~”

With a gentle smile, Filusha turned and left.

Watching Filusha’s departing figure, Milly stamped her foot in anger.

But she was powerless to do anything.

Besides, being teased by Filusha always gave her a strange sense of immersion. It felt as if she’d gotten used to it, unable to stop herself from responding in kind.

Back in her room, Milly lay on her bed.

The soft bedding made her drowsy. After being humiliated by Witches for days, even a good night’s sleep wasn’t enough to fully restore her strength.

“Mm, I should put on my pajamas.”

Milly half-opened her eyes and gazed at the familiar ceiling.

She was thinking about changing, but before she knew it, she’d fallen asleep. There was a smile on her face, and her eyelashes fluttered lightly with each breath.

When she woke up again, it was already dusk.

Milly rubbed her eyes and sat up on the bed. She hadn’t slept very well, but at least she’d managed to recover some strength.

Suddenly, Filusha’s voice echoed in her mind.

“Wash yourself tonight and come see me in your Catgirl Outfit.”

Milly’s face flushed red and she shook her fists, baring her teeth.

“Filusha, you pervert, you lunatic!—”

With nowhere to vent, Milly pummeled her pillow. Thankfully, the pillow was sturdy and none of the feathers flew out.

No way am I taking a bath! Why do I have to take a bath anyway?

And that Catgirl Outfit, why should I cater to your preferences?

You’ve already seen everything, and now you’re pushing your luck! Just because you’ve been a Saintess for so many years, don’t you have any dirt on you?

“Ugh, dirt?…”

Milly sat on the bed, her eyes full of confusion.

Filusha was meticulous in everything she did—there really wasn’t any dirt on her. There were plenty of admirers, but never any scandals.

Maybe I could find a couple of girls and have them wear Catgirl Outfits to seduce Filusha tonight. Filusha’s so lustful, she definitely wouldn’t be able to resist, right?

Then I could catch her in the act!

It was a nice idea, but reality was cruel.

Milly didn’t have any Loyalists. Who would dare seduce a Saintess? One careless move and they’d be branded with a Seal as a Witch, then burned alive!

Otherwise, should she take the initiative to seduce Filusha?

Wouldn’t that be walking right into the lion’s den? Before Milly could even cry “Yamete!” Filusha would be pointing at her nose and demanding, “Why do you have the Witch’s aura on you!”

Even any tugging or pulling could be explained as an inspection.

After all, she’d already been inspected once—what’s stopping a second time?

“It’s over, I’ll just give up…”

Milly sprawled out on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Filusha had her in the palm of her hand. As long as the Witch’s aura lingered in her body, Milly could never hold her head high again.

Milly wasn’t good at breaking Curses and couldn’t purify herself.

Her only option was to sell her body—if she spent a night with Filusha, maybe she’d help break the Curse, and then there’d be nothing left for Filusha to use against her.

Knock knock knock!——

A knocking sounded at the door, and Milly quickly sat up.

She stared curiously at the door. Was it a maid bringing food?

“Milly, it’s me!”

That voice—it was that pervert, Filusha!

Before Milly could refuse, Filusha had already pushed open the door. She was dressed in a gorgeous Holy Maiden Robe, her long golden hair silky and smooth, her aura elegant and graceful.

Such an appearance could make countless girls swoon.

However, Milly wasn’t impressed—on the contrary, she found it disgusting.

“What are you doing in my room?”

“I was afraid you’d forget, so I came to remind you,” Filusha shut the door tight. “Don’t forget—wash up, and wear the Catgirl Outfit when you come to keep me company tonight, okay?~~”

“Who would wear a Catgirl Outfit!—”

Milly grabbed her pillow and hurled it as hard as she could.

The pillow hit Filusha square in the face, which felt incredibly satisfying. However, Filusha hugged the pillow, took a sniff, and said,

“So fragrant—it’s Milly’s scent.”

“Ugh!” Milly’s skin broke out in goosebumps. “You’re sick!”