I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 893

Chapter 106: You Have to Strip Properly

Originally, the Holy Light Church had very limited influence in the kingdom, and the church itself was quite simple.

Until Alice became the Saintess of White Harbor, the number of believers in the kingdom surged, and noble believers didn’t hesitate to spend a fortune to build churches throughout the kingdom. The church in the capital was also expanded and protected by high-level barriers, thus becoming a sanctuary for the people of the capital.

At the same time, it also became a place for the Saintess of White Harbor to settle.

The top-level bedroom of the Saintess was being used for the first time since its construction.

With pure and elegant decorations, soothing incense, and a floor covered in soft white fur carpets that felt plush even under bare feet, stepping into the bedroom made you involuntarily relax, as if your soul was being purified by the Holy Light, feeling peaceful and devoid of any desires.

“Master, can Alice take a bath first?”

“Of course, you don’t need to ask me about such a trivial matter!”

With a familiar address and calm demeanor, the Saintess of White Harbor was no longer aloof; she had returned to the little maid Roy was familiar with.

Smiling in response, he watched as the Saintess in white entered the bathroom, but Roy’s smile gradually faded.

Forget what I said before.

Desire really does have a little bit of power!

No matter how pure the room was, it couldn’t hide the beauty beside him, especially since his first time was in a room filled with a religious atmosphere; a place that should have made one feel cold now inexplicably ignited a sense of forbidden excitement in Roy.

Is Alice really planning to do that as soon as she gets back…

Ugh, forget it!

The girl had been busy all day, and even with the cleansing of the Holy Light, she inevitably picked up some dirt; what’s so wrong with a little wash?! Stop putting filthy thoughts onto others!

Wouldn’t it be awkward for Roy to make a move right away and come off as a lecher, potentially making her angry?

Moreover, after being worn out by a certain princess these past few days, with a bit of soreness in his waist, it was wise to behave tonight.

Thinking this, he took off his coat and comfortably lay on the bed, deliberately trying not to pay attention to the sounds of splashing water from the bathroom.

After a while, the sound of water faded.

“Master, Alice is done bathing!”

“Mm.”

“Do you want to wash as well?”

“Sure.”

Roy considered himself not too particular nor too sloppy, but it was only proper to wash up when sharing a bed with a girl.

However, here’s where the problem lay.

Time seemed to freeze.

After waiting for a long time, the little maid still hadn’t changed and come out. Roy curiously asked, “Aren’t you coming out?”

“Aren’t you coming in?”

“?”

Roy was at a complete loss.

From inside the bathroom, Alice’s definite voice came: “As a maid, isn’t it natural for me to serve my master during bathing?”

Only a twisted scoundrel would treat a maid like a toy, right?!

Roy scratched his head: “No need to force yourself to do that.”

“I can wash by myself. Alice, you should rest early today.”

Alice had been busy all day. While he had accompanied her, he found it much easier than what she had to do. Roy wasn’t lazy enough to make the tired maid serve him specifically.

But his kind suggestion didn’t get accepted.

“Master… do you not like it?”

“Eh?”

The girl’s voice lowered, to the point where Roy could almost picture Alice on the other side of the door, her head lowered, biting her lip in disappointment: “Do you prefer a girl like Charlotte instead?”

Roy was momentarily taken aback.

It finally dawned on him that beneath the girl’s entire day of coldness lay not anger, but sorrow.

“I’m sorry, Alice saw it… But if you prefer that, anything Charlotte can do, Alice can do too. Even if you’re a bit rough with Alice, it’s okay…?!”

Her fragmented lament abruptly stopped.

Because Roy had already pushed the door open, barging into the bathroom, ignoring the vapor that soaked his clothes, embracing the girl wrapped in a towel.

Alice was as pure as an angel, strong yet vulnerable under her cold exterior, easily becoming fragile amidst the filth of the mundane like any angel.

But she had improved significantly compared to before.

Regardless of her unease or sorrow, at least now she could summon the courage to awkwardly attempt to do something.

So, Roy wanted to do something for her too.

“You misunderstood.”

“But…”

Hugging the anxious girl who seemed to be seeking something, Roy whispered in her ear, gently breathing: “There’s no such thing as ‘preference.’ Just as I like Charlotte, I like you too.”

“So, you don’t need to change anything. Just be Alice.”

“…”

Like chewing on happiness, Alice gradually calmed down, closed her eyes, and her lips stopped trembling, a faint blush appearing on her porcelain face.

But soon, she murmured, seemingly unconvinced: “Master isn’t just comforting Alice, right?”

“Not at all.”

Roy found it somewhat amusing. Just as he was thinking about how to prove his feelings, Alice proposed a solution herself.

“Then, please prove it with your actions.”

“Alice…!”

Roy barely had time to stop her.

The pure white towel fell to her ankles.

The girl pressed herself against him without any regard.

Even the mist that obscured the room couldn’t hide Alice’s softness.

Even though Roy couldn’t see the splendor due to their proximity, the wet, tender feeling in his arms was more than enough to set his imagination running wild.

In the end, he had underestimated things.

Girls were complex.

Their grievances and unease were real.

But the sourness akin to lemons was real too.

The girl lifted her head, murmuring with a hint of sourness: “Does Master really like Alice? Do you like her like you like Charlotte? Prove it with actions.”

With delicate arches, her fair feet rose, stepping forward, her pink lips slightly parting, revealing their allure.

Roy had no place to retreat, pushed into a corner, unable even to utter a word of protest before being silenced by her rose-like lips.

Their movements were hesitant and tangled.

Soon, with a loud splash, they clumsily fell into the bath.

Once released from her kiss, Roy felt somewhat distressed, wanting to reprimand the disobedient maid, but upon seeing the scene in front of him, he froze on the spot.

Her wet golden hair cascaded beautifully, sparkling droplets dripped from her fair skin, and the rising steam seemed to cover her with a divine halo, like an iris blooming in the morning mist—pure and enchanting, delicately alluring, yet strangely enticing.

The girl didn’t stand up, instead leaning over, pressing down on his shoulder.

Her angelic face remained as usual, but her blue eyes were no longer clear; they were tinted with the same blush as her cheeks, forming a heart shape.

“Master’s clothes are wet. Wet clothes must be stripped properly.”

After multiple attempts to speak, Roy had to concede: “…You’re right.”