Chương 395: Depravity and Pleasure

Rotating Golden Sparrow Tavern, second-floor bathroom.

Roland discovered that people in this other world value the bathing experience, and even in dilapidated taverns, the bathrooms still have a considerable amount of space.

So when she was renovating, Roland built a beautiful little bathtub, so she could take a nice, relaxing bath today.

Although not as luxurious as the bathhouse in the group's church, it is still an enjoyment reserved for the high-end.

Soon, the bathtub filled with clear water, and Roland lay comfortably in it, resting her head on the reserved soft cushion groove, and casually kneading her chest.

Roland wasn't rewarding herself; she was conducting a check-up.

In fact, there have been quite a few strange things happening to the body during this period, not just the abnormal enhancement of skills.

Back in the terrestrial world, she would often stay in bed until nine or ten o'clock, relying on the Nightingale's wake-up service to barely get up, as if she wanted to make up for the sleep she lacked on Earth in one go.

Now, working as a proprietress at Spinning Sparrow, I only need about four hours of sleep each day to wake up naturally.

Not only was she exceptionally energetic, but Roland felt that every aspect of her body was becoming stronger, even evolving—her skin was more delicate, her body scent more alluring, her buttocks softer, and even the texture of her hair was smoother than the finest brocade and silk.

These changes sound good, but they're actually not bad at all.

Despite being subjected to spatial erosion, he showed no signs of weakness and his physical abilities were even gradually improving... This is illogical even in a magical world.

"system?"

"System, say something!"

"Are you up to something?"

"Are you really stealing my... I mean, my faith points?"

The system did not respond.

Roland brought up the system interface, then closed it again, then reopened it, trying to refresh it like a computer webpage.

However, the content on the interface remained unchanged, and the services related to faith points were still offline, displaying only a fault symbol.

The skill tree interface was still displaying normally, and the core skill [Lord of Joy] in the center was emitting a faint glow, seemingly tempting Roland to level up.

"Even if I wanted to upgrade, I couldn't; I can't even see the faith points anymore."

"well……"

Roland changed her position in the bathtub, her fair legs crossed, the flesh pressing together to create a rounded curve. Feeling bored, she waved her hand to shut down the system, then sent out a mage's hand to slip outside and bring in a newspaper.

With a gentle touch of your finger on the newspaper, a magical film instantly covers it, preventing the paper from getting wet. Then you can browse the latest news from Black Iron City while taking a bath.

This is something Roland does every day, with the aim of gathering information about the Steel Core Crack, Caryl, and the Night Scholars.

Unfortunately, Black Iron City is too far away, and so far there is no valuable information. All people know is that the Great Rift in the Steel Core connects the surface world and the dark underground, and the trade industry is about to suffer a major blow.

That's right, it's excrement—Black Iron City started out by forging and trading, and the appearance of the large crack in the steel core will inevitably affect Black Iron City's business.

Many of the gray dwarf nobles and demon nobles in the city felt as if they had eaten feces.

Aside from the pessimistic business news, the rest of the pages were basically filled with pointless gossip and rumors, so sensational they weren't even worthy of carrying the shoes of the global internet; they were nothing more than scandals from the Upper East Side.

Roland quickly lost interest, and within five minutes, she drifted off to sleep by the edge of the bathtub.

The bath in the magical world had its own heating and running water function. The warm environment made Roland sleep deeper and deeper. The system interface silently unfolded automatically, and the [Lord of Joy] skill icon in the very center suddenly started flashing faster.

An indescribable and inexplicable wave spread outward from Roland as the center.

The distance of this wave of radiation was extremely short, theoretically unlikely to attract the attention of those in high positions in Black Iron City, thus virtually eliminating the possibility of being discovered. The system seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and the interface disappeared into the air of the bathroom.

……

The first floor of the Revolving Golden Sparrow Tavern.

Tess finished her baked rice with a big smile. Since becoming the boss's employee, her meals had changed from hard-to-swallow dark bread to hot, coarse rice.

Now it's become king oyster mushroom and cheese baked rice. This plate on the table would probably cost two or three silver coins in a wealthy person's restaurant.

If I were still working odd jobs in a deep mine, I could only afford to eat once a month if I saved up enough money and didn't get sick and need to buy medicine.

"Miss Laura is so kind to me."

Tess felt a surge of joy.

The special effects of the pink king oyster mushroom further amplified her mood, making even her walking feel lighter.

She washed the dishes, dried the table, made sure the tavern was ready to open for business the next day, and finally turned off the warm-glowing magic crystal lamp.

The tavern's main hall was plunged into darkness, with only the lights in the second-floor corridor still on.

Tess was about to walk back to her temporary room in the warehouse when she suddenly stopped and looked curiously at the second floor.

Strange, Miss Laura doesn't seem to have come out of the bathroom yet. Isn't that taking too long?

More than half an hour has passed. Even a low-level succubus would easily become dizzy from being soaked, right?

Tess looked worried, took a step up the stairs, and walked all the way to the bathroom door.

Through the wooden door, one could faintly hear the rushing water in the bathtub, but not the sound of Roland splashing the water.

Tess immediately knocked on the door and opened her mouth to make a sound.

"Aba aba..."

"Aba aba!"

Roland was already lost in a sweet dream, floating on the water in a starfish shape, her head resting on a specially made depression on the edge of the pool.

With the vine cushions behind her head, she slept very well and didn't notice Tess's noise at all.

Tess received no response and, fearing that Roland might have actually fainted in the bathroom, began to panic.

She silently apologized in her heart, then reached out and pushed the door open to enter.

Passing through the cozy dressing room with its oak floors, and pushing open the frosted glass waterproof door, your gaze falls upon the bathtub at the far end.

Roland was seen floating on the water, a sight that immediately caught the eye.

Lush mountains, delicate buds, smooth bellies, and ferocious tigers ready to devour their prey... Tess seemed to have become a mountain hunter in spring, with the natural beauty of the forest displayed before her without reservation.

On Roland's lower abdomen, peculiar pink inscriptions were shimmering, adding a touch of pink to the mist in the bathroom.

Tess stood frozen in place, her gaze seemingly lost in a vortex of abyss, as if her very soul had been drawn out by Roland.

She doesn't have a preference for girls, and like the others in Black Iron City, she is somewhat wary of succubi.

He likes Roland because he sees her as a reliable older sister.

Suddenly, an unusual whisper came from Tess's ear.

Whispers seeped in from who-knows-where, penetrating directly into Tess's mind, or becoming a tangible universal language in her vision.

These whispers were extremely frequent; often, before one sentence was even finished, the next would already be out, corrupting her soul with decadent words.

"Let go of all restraint and immerse yourself in her warmth."

"Let go of all your worries and enjoy the ultimate pleasure and happiness."

"Reverence her, serve her."

"Reverence Him, serve Him!"

The whispers suddenly disappeared, leaving only a command, or rather, a temptation, in my ears.

"Share in His joy."