2-17 - How Could the Villainous Young Master Be a Saintess?

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I Don't Want to Be a Saintess Anymore! - A Maiden Can't Find an Evil God in Textbooks - National Crossover of Ship Girls to the East **Volume 2 Chapter 17 ~ She's Having Trouble Sleeping** **Author: Han Tang Returns** Last Updated: 2025/4/29 20:30:01 Word Count: 4017 “No.” Mirexia denied, shaking her head resolutely when Vannesa asked with a smile. However, before doing so, a subtle hint of hesitation flickered in Mirexia's eyes. “I see.” Vannesa didn't press further, merely nodding in agreement. She glanced at the pitch-black sky outside through the floor-to-ceiling window. “It's getting late; I should be heading back.” “But where can you head back to like this?” Mirexia suddenly inquired, fully aware that Vannesa would need a considerable amount of time to return to her original state. “Indeed, I can't exactly return to the dormitory in this condition,” Vannesa mused, peering at her reflection in the window, appearing like an enchanting peach-colored fairy. In the past, she might have recklessly attempted to return, but Shikondell's sense of smell was too keen. Vannesa feared that she might be caught once again, leading to more suspicion and eventual self-consumption. Even though it was late and the campus was mostly deserted, there could still be some insomniacs wandering about. Being spotted wouldn't be good. “Why don’t you spend the night here?” Mirexia suggested, trying not to look at Vannesa while her gaze flickered over the piled documents on the desk. “Hmm? Is it really okay? Wouldn't that trouble Her Highness Mirexia?” Vannesa tilted her head. “Why would it trouble me? Besides, you truly have nowhere else to go, do you?” Indeed, though Wenny was registered at Carreman Academy, Vannesa was not, making her somewhat of a ghost account, unable to navigate freely. If Vannesa insisted on leaving Mirexia's place, her only options would be sleeping on the ground or in a tree hollow, neither of which guaranteed safety or stealth, a notion Vannesa would never tolerate given her preference for refined living. Thus, the best choice was to stay over at Mirexia's home. By doing so, she would achieve something monumental, spending the night at another girl's place for the first time. “But, wouldn’t that be inappropriate?” Despite her resolve, Vannesa put on an act of hesitation, as if reluctant to impose on Mirexia, waiting for her to coax her. Hehe, she couldn't simply agree outright; maintaining her image required an act of hesitation, eventually accepting the invitation with ostensible reluctance. “What’s so inappropriate about it?” Though her expression remained unchanged, Mirexia felt a twinge of discomfort seeing Vannesa treating her with such formal distance. Weren't they childhood friends? Besides her parents, who in this world could understand her better than Vannesa? Entrusting secrets to each other and living under the same roof seemed entirely reasonable. Despite feeling bashful, Mirexia reminded herself to stay composed. Vannesa was, after all, a girl as well, and two girls sharing a living space was perfectly normal. ‘Virtue +30.’ ‘Current Virtue: 12434.’ “Her Highness Mirexia has always lived alone. Wouldn't my sudden stay today make Her Highness uncomfortable?” “No, the house is big enough, an extra person isn’t a bother at all.” Mirexia slightly averted her gaze. “You helped me so much today; it wouldn't be right for me to let you spend the night outside after the sky has turned dark, would it?” “Tonight, you can sleep in my room.” “But where will Her Highness Mirexia sleep then?” Vannesa asked. “I’ll take the sofa,” Mirexia responded. She couldn't suggest them sleeping together on the bed, could she? Even though the bed was roomy enough to fit three comfortably, the thought alone... As soon as the image popped into her mind, Mirexia blushed bright red, looking particularly noticeable in the light. “No, I can't let Her Highness Mirexia sleep on the sofa. I’m already grateful enough to be allowed to stay; I can’t possibly take up the bed myself.” Vannesa shook her head, showing her refusal. “How about we share the bed?” Vannesa suggested with a cheeky grin. “...Don’t say such absurd things.” This enticing proposal made Mirexia's heart race. Looking down, she reminded herself that since both were girls, it shouldn’t be an issue. Yet, picturing that scenario made her flush with embarrassment, her heart pounding like an emperor's engine. Simultaneously, a small part of her secretly hoped Vannesa would persist with the invitation, so she could agree... reluctantly... No, reluctance wouldn't do either. Such thoughts were too outrageous... Additionally, sharing a bed might be acceptable after marriage, but not now... Wait, why was she even thinking about marriage?? ‘Virtue +70.’ ‘Current Virtue: 12504.’ “It definitely won’t do; a guest shouldn’t let the host sleep on the sofa.” Vannesa shook her head. “It’s fine, I remember there’s a bed in the study; I'll sleep there.” Mirexia said. “That's enough discussions; it’s late. Time for rest. Go take a bath, and I'll go after you.” With that, Mirexia left to prepare a set of towels and toiletries for Vannesa in her room, along with a pair of slippers. “Are these spares?” “No, it’s just me here. I don’t have spares for guests. These are my regular ones.” “Obviously, they’ve been washed.” Holding the towels and toiletries, Mirexia averted her gaze, adding the clarification. “As long as Her Highness doesn’t mind, I’m grateful. Thank you for the trouble.” Vannesa said, smiling as she took the offered items. Trouble? Drawing closer to Vannesa, Mirexia caught a familiar scent of camellia mingled with lavender that stirred her senses momentarily, causing her to turn away. How could there be any trouble? “Why do you keep saying it’s a bother? Aren't we childhood friends?” “If I don’t mention it, it feels impolite. So, how should I phrase it in the future?” Vannesa inquired, tilting her head. “You don’t need to be so formal with me.” “So, just as always, I’ll be imposing on Mirexia again today. Can I put it that way?~” Vannesa leaned in with a playful wink. ‘Virtue +20.’ ‘Current Virtue: 12524.’ Faced with Vannesa’s constant teasing, Mirexia found herself a bit overwhelmed. She really feared she might do something impulsive. “Go take your bath.” She managed to say nonchalantly, turning to leave. Her childhood friend was as charming as ever~ Watching Mirexia’s retreating figure, Vannesa couldn’t help but chuckle to herself. Just as she predicted, her kind-hearted childhood friend wouldn’t have the heart to let her spend the night outside. Ah, it feels like my debt to Mirexia just keeps growing. Not just in terms of virtue but in many ways. Holding the toiletries and towel Mirexia had given her, Vannesa entered Mirexia's room. The space was imbued with a fresh citrus scent, Mirexia's own fragrance. Vannesa took a gentle breath, a soft flush appearing on her alluring peach-toned face. She didn't mind Mirexia's scent—in fact, she quite liked it, as it belonged to her most trusted childhood friend. Mirexia's room was tidy and clean, with a spaciousness akin to the living area of her dormitory, expected of a top-tier sophomore dorm, on par with Aesphyra's. Vannesa opened the wardrobe, finding all of Mirexia's clothing neatly hung inside. She decided against further exploration; rifling through someone else's room was quite impolite and unethical, even if that someone was her childhood soulmate. Everyone had private spaces they wished to keep undiscovered. After all, she was only spending a single night here. With that thought, Vannesa deactivated her [Armor Tether], draping herself in the towel Mirexia had provided. The convenience of [Armor Tether] was precisely this; after a night of rest, it could be resummoned in perfect condition, cleanliness included. If it absorbed sweat, there was no need to wash it—just wait overnight for it to automatically refresh and become spotless again. This feature was akin to the male version of [Armor Tether]; no matter how damaged or bloodstained it became, after a night's rest, it would return to its original, pristine state. Skillfully, Vannesa wrapped up her long hair, securing it with the towel, and headed to the bathroom. Girls generally take a long time to bathe, and it was already late. If she didn’t hurry, neither of them would wake up on time the next day. Having arrived in haste, Vannesa hadn’t brought her bathing products, so she resorted to using Mirexia's from the bathroom. Meanwhile, Mirexia was in the living room, leafing through earlier completed documents, checking for any oversights. However, listening to the running water in the bathroom, she found it near impossible to concentrate. The time seemed to pass by unnoticed until the water stopped, and shortly thereafter, a girl emerged wrapped in a towel. "I'm done, Her Highness Mirexia~ You can get yourself ready for your bath now," Vannesa gently called. “Alright.” Hearing this, Mirexia set the documents aside, but upon rising, she was momentarily stunned by the sight by the bathroom door. The usually bouncy, splendid pink hair now lay wet on the girl's fair shoulders. With her skin flushed from the heat, the girl appeared like a water lily newly arisen—a serene beauty highlighted by the towel accentuating her graceful, well-defined curves, with a mysterious valley hidden within. Her long, beautiful legs were fully revealed, enticingly so. Quite different from her usual demure and virtuous image, at this moment, Vannesa radiated alluring and captivating femininity, reminiscent of a playful wife teasing her husband post-bath, utterly irresistible. Yet, inexplicably, Mirexia felt somewhat uneasy. The thought of Vannesa's enchanting appearance being seen by others in the future made her feel uncomfortable. A strong urge welled up within—a desire to have this beauty all to herself. Startled by her own thoughts, Mirexia shook her head, baffled by her increasingly peculiar mindset. "And since I didn’t bring any shampoo, I used yours, Mirexia. Now I’m all scented with your fragrance. Wanna take a sniff~?" Vannesa teased, extending her graceful arm. “What?!” ‘Virtue +200.’ ‘Current Virtue: 12724.’ Huh, could it still burst out like this?? Vannesa was quite surprised. She had thought Mirexia’s well of virtue was nearly exhausted, yet here was more! "I need to go bathe quickly, too." Mirexia responded without directly addressing Vannesa's words. "Then, I’ll go to bed first, alright? Goodnight, dear~" Vannesa said in a voice so sweet it could make bones melt, winking at Mirexia. ‘Virtue +100.’ ‘Current Virtue: 12824.’ Oh wow, was there more?? Vannesa couldn’t help but chuckle internally. “...Dear?” “Didn’t Mirexia say not to be formal with you? So here I am, being informal,” Vannesa explained with a cheerful grin. “…By the way, Vannesa.” “Hmm? What’s up?” Just as Vannesa was about to turn back to the room, Mirexia called out to her. “Today’s events, you…” “Mm, mm~ I know, I know. It’s just Mirexia’s way of relieving stress, and I just happened to facilitate it. Mirexia is always such a good child; it’s only natural for some peculiar tastes to arise under such stress. It's quite normal to relax in private occasionally. I wouldn't gossip about your personal life.” Vannesa understood immediately what Mirexia wanted to say, explaining with a smile. “Mm.” Mirexia nodded. “Of course, if Mirexia ever finds herself troubled again in this way, feel free to come to me, alright~?” Vannesa coquettishly leaned against the door, inviting with her gaze before entering. When it came to virtue, she would never turn it away. Hearing this, Mirexia pressed her lips together, her thoughts inadvertently returning to the events of the night. ‘Virtue +40.’ ‘Current Virtue: 12864.’ Observing Mirexia’s reaction, Vannesa smiled quietly and slipped into the room, gently closing the door behind her. In no time, Mirexia too wrapped herself in a towel and headed to wash up. The room was redolent with the scent of her regular shampoo and bathing products, yet amidst it lingered a different fragrance entirely... Recalling that Vannesa had also bathed here earlier brought a blush of peach to Mirexia's cheeks. Immersed in that subtle scent, it felt as though very little time had passed, but by the time she finished, it was already late. Perhaps, absorbed in the aromatic scent, she hadn’t paid attention to the passage of time, making it seem swift. Tonight, Vannesa was staying at her home. After toweling off and drying her long hair, Mirexia lay down in the study’s bed, finding herself somewhat sleepless.