“Peck—”
“Woo-yu—”
“Ah, that feels so good—”
The Pastor Sisters, exhausted from the long journey, were already as tired as salted fish. Now, being led by Samimi out onto this street to soak in the hot springs felt absolutely blissful—so much so it was almost overwhelming.
“Ladies, wash off first. Don’t splash water outside the pool. We need to keep our manners,” Samimi warned, secretly wearing a mischievous grin as she sneakily watched the sisters splash water around.
After all, with the Lace Eye Gang watching, no one noticed what she was really up to. Jia even thought she was a good person!
Indeed, after Samimi’s thorough guidance, the Pastor Sisters unconsciously began to warm up to this once-despised penitent nun. After all, it was she who paid for their hot spring outing.
Quietly activating Clear Vision Technique at maximum power, Samimi observed with sharp clarity, undetected, like wearing sunglasses at the beach—no one knew where her eyes were truly focused.
She had no interest in those immature girls whose hair was barely developed, but these Pastor Sisters were ripe, mature, and stunning red fruits.
Samimi moved over to an extra-small medicinal hot spring pool and invited a few of the Pastor Sisters to soak together.
This tiny pool could hold three at most, but five squeezed in at once, instantly making the space unbearably crowded.
But that was exactly Samimi’s plan! To squeeze and squirm! To be close! To cross legs and lock each other in a scissor hold! There was even some playful tofu touching!
No one noticed Samimi’s sly scheme.
The Pastor Sisters had just the right amount of softness and curves—some slim, some plump, all pink, pale, and tired-eyed, with waves upon waves of allure. It perfectly matched Samimi’s slightly twisted two-dimensional aesthetic—it was truly a feast for the eyes.
This was the essential scene for a gender-bending protagonist: the greatest joy in life.
That was the freedom to boldly and openly enter men’s forbidden territory, in and out seven times, enjoying tofu with no fear.
After soaking, Samimi treated everyone to a cup of fresh whole milk.
Everyone could only hold their bath towels with one hand, the other hand clutching their milk bottles as they drank.
The towels barely covered half their bodies, leaving glimpses of spring light everywhere.
Clamor! That’s exactly the faint, teasing feeling I, Samimi, want!
Niubao drank a cup as well, indifferent, since the Cow Clan had no relation to ordinary cows—they were kin to the Cow Demon.
“Niubao, help me, steady me,” Samimi said, feeling a bit dizzy from watching all the waves and needing Niubao’s support to get out.
After bathing and drinking milk, she took the Pastor Sisters next door to a large tavern for a feast, generously inviting everyone to eat lavishly.
Anyway, it wasn’t her paying—it was the Melon Guild.
No, the guild’s money was essentially hers, so in the end, she was footing the bill.
Actually, Samimi hadn’t planned to treat them. She originally intended to discuss serious matters during the bath. But she got too distracted by the sights and forgot, so she had to take everyone out to eat and look for another chance to talk business.
“Have you noticed something missing?” Samimi suddenly asked.
“Missing what?” The Pastor Sisters, now stuffed like Niubao, cheeks puffed out, no longer elegant but focused on filling their bellies.
Despite their polished looks, they were all from poor families.
“The Melon Guild is currently selling my high-end goods. But to run a healthy business, you can’t have just one product. Not all travelers arriving in town are wealthy, so low-end products are also necessary,” Samimi analyzed.
“What exactly are you trying to say?” the eldest Pastor Sister asked after swallowing a piece of chicken.
“I plan to develop Sweet Melon Town into a large city, so I need many helpers. If you’re willing, stay and help me,” Samimi invited. “Like I said, you make the Blood Recovery Potions, and my Melon Guild will sell them for you.”
The Pastor Sisters all froze upon hearing this.
“I can build you houses and arrange dormitories, provide fixed salaries, and you’ll get bonuses from potion sales. You can focus on researching new medicines—I’ll fund your research expenses,” Samimi continued.
The Pastor Sisters remained stunned, unsure how to respond for a while.
“Of course, you might look down on me, a sinful penitent nun. You may not fully accept me as a sister. But I treat you all as Church sisters. Even if we can’t cooperate now, if there’s trouble in the future, you can always come to me,” Samimi said with a gentle smile.
The eldest Pastor Sister glanced at the others’ eyes.
But they didn’t need to say much—she could tell what they were thinking just from their looks.
“What are you saying? Of course, such a great opportunity has to be accepted! My dear sisters!”
The eldest Pastor Sister, who had been wary for a long time, suddenly stood and bowed deeply before Samimi, clasping her hands to show loyalty.
Not just her, the other Pastor Sisters also left the aloof group and came to bow around Samimi, expressing their gratitude. This shocked the other patrons into silence.
“Everyone, get up, get up quickly! Why be like this? We’re all on the same side,” Samimi smiled softly, calm and elegant as she gently helped everyone to their feet, though inside she was bursting with satisfaction—her plan was working.
Although Pastors and Magicians both wield magic, the status of Pastor Divine Officials was rather ordinary.
It had been explained before: because the world’s difficulty level was low, people still worship physical power professions.
But as a Transmigrator with Future Sight, Samimi knew the status of Pastors and Divine Officials would rise sharply as the world’s difficulty increased.
In the future, whether in adventuring squads or the human army, no one could progress without Pastors. Then, they’d understand the pain of lacking a healer.
So Samimi’s current plan was to pull all the Pastor Sisters into her own team.
She protected them now, and they would definitely repay her in the future.
After dinner, Samimi led the Pastor Sisters to the Melon Guild and found the Sweet Melon Town Chief to share her plan.
“No problem. I have a small vacant courtyard next door, big enough for everyone to stay temporarily. I’ll send people to find a good spot to build a Medical Workshop for the Pastors to work properly,” the Town Chief agreed immediately.
“Let’s build the Medical Workshop next to my Little Chapel’s empty lot,” Samimi suggested.
“Good. I’ll take everyone to the courtyard to settle in first,” the Town Chief nodded and led the Pastor Sisters to their temporary home.
“How many members are in your Happiness Association?” Samimi asked again.
“About thirty or forty,” the eldest Pastor Sister answered.
“Call all the scattered sisters over. We’ll build you a Happiness Association Headquarters,” Samimi said.
“Miss Mi—You’re truly an angel. We were truly sinful before, undeserving of your help,” the eldest Pastor Sister said tearfully, bowing and holding Samimi’s hand, overwhelmed with gratitude.
“Nonsense. We’re all Pastors, Divine Officials, Church sisters. This is what I should do. Otherwise, why would I make so much money? It’s to save and help sisters in need,” Samimi replied with sincere and beautiful words that made it impossible not to cry.
The Pastor Sisters all felt they had found their true Saintess!
And so, Miworm gained a devoted group of grateful Pastor Sisters to work for her.
The Miworm Commercial Empire grew even stronger!
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