Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

The rooftop garden of the church.

Things took a turn in the direction Ms. Shu least wanted to see.

With the arrival of little Renee, Roland suddenly became serious.

He no longer bends over casually when pouring wine, and he no longer feeds her by directly touching her mouth.

hateful!

She also wanted to take advantage of Roland's drunkenness to make a little move and warm things up before the event started.

Ms. Tree began to think of a way to break the deadlock.

At this moment, Renee patted her round little belly, stretched, and yawned widely.

Roland stopped chatting, picked up Renee, and took a look.

Renee's eyes were drooping, and she was drowsy, as if tiny bubbles were about to come out of her nose at any moment.

Roland gave her a doting smile and reached out to pinch Renee's cheek.

"Just like a little pig, it wants to sleep after it's full."

Upon hearing this, Renee snapped out of her daze, feigning shyness, and lowered her head.

Upon seeing this, Roland took out her pocket watch and looked at it.

After seeing the time on it, she patted her skirt, stood up from the chair, and nodded to Ms. Tree.

"Miss Tree, it's getting late. Thank you for your hospitality tonight."

Ms. Tree sensed something was wrong and looked at Roland in bewilderment.

"You...you're not going to continue drinking with me?"

"No, no." Roland shook her head.

She exhaled a breath reeking of alcohol and stroked Renee's hair in her arms.

"I have to take Renee back to bed, and besides, I'm going to get drunk if I keep drinking."

I'm just waiting for you to get drunk!

While Ms. Shu was screaming wildly in her heart, she still had to maintain her elegance and composure on the surface.

She tried to seize the last opportunity and made the suggestion.

"How about I take Renee back to her room for you? You can have a drink in the garden first, and I'll come up to keep you company in a bit."

"It's rare to relax with drinks tonight, and there's no urgent work tomorrow."

Renee, who was still pretending to be asleep, twitched slightly at the corner of her mouth upon hearing this.

She wanted to open her eyes and curse the tree spirit for being shameless.

This is clearly an attempt to get Luo Lan drunk, take advantage of her vulnerability, and commit indecent acts.

But she couldn't expose her loli persona, so she could only grit her teeth and pray that Roland wouldn't agree.

Roland did not disappoint Renee, rejecting Ms. Tree's offer.

"No, I've had a great time today, and I have a lot of work to do tomorrow."

"You forgot? You said tonight that there was a serious fertilizer shortage, and I'm going to issue orders to the composting plants tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Ms. Shu felt an urge to beat up her past self from an hour ago.

Now there was no reason to persuade them to stay, so they could only watch as Roland and Renee disappeared behind the gate.

……

Roland, carrying Renee, had just reached the third floor.

Renee pretended to be woken up, rubbing her eyes and calling out.

"Sister Roland, where are we now?"

Roland thought she had moved too much and gently comforted her.

"We're on our way back to your room now, we'll be there soon."

Renee snuggled closer to Roland, pressing down her full breasts and pouting her little lips.

"Sister Roland, may I sleep with you tonight?"

Roland was taken aback and looked down at Renee.

The little guy's eyes were wet, like a fawn's, making him look cute and innocent.

"Alright, I'll sleep with you tonight."

Without thinking too much, Roland agreed and turned to her room.

If it were someone like Sheep, Caryl, or Lady Tree, she definitely wouldn't dare to agree.

But Renee is fine; what bad intentions could a little cricket girl have?

Half a minute later.

Roland opened her bedroom door, placed Renee on a chair in the dressing room, and then began rummaging through the closet.

After finding her usual lace nightgown, she sat down next to Renee.

She lifted her leg and slowly removed the stockings from her thigh to her toes, revealing her delicate and lovely feet.

The delicate white toes wiggled nimbly, making Renee stare wide-eyed.

Her eyes widened, and she stammered.

"Sister Roland... what are you doing?"

Roland picked up the wooden basket, filled it with bath products and towels, and answered matter-of-factly.

"I need to take a shower. My body is covered in oil and alcohol, it's really uncomfortable."

"bath?!"

Renee swallowed hard, her eyes darting around, her lips trembling.

"Um, Sister Roland, I also got some oil stains on my food. Can I wash them with you?"

As she spoke, she felt somewhat shameless.

An 800-year-old sage and great witch actually pretended to be young and deceived a nun in her twenties. How shameless!

It's like an old cow eating young grass!

But she just couldn't resist; the young grass was just too tender.

The thought of bathing with Roland made Renee's mouth go dry.

Unfortunately, she hadn't successfully developed her magic potion yet, so she didn't have the tools to commit the crime.

When Roland heard Renée's request, he immediately shook his head and refused.

"No, you can't wait until I'm done washing. We have to do it one at a time."

Upon hearing this, Renee couldn't help but show a disappointed expression.

Seeing Renee's expression, Roland assumed the little one was eager to sleep and offered words of comfort.

"Don't worry, I'll shower quickly, and then I'll read you a storybook to lull you to sleep."

After saying that, he turned and strode into the luxurious bathroom without looking back.

As the sound of trickling water filled the air, Renee composed herself.

She couldn't help but start fantasizing about Roland's beautiful figure.

What a beautiful sight it would be to see clear hot water flowing over fair skin, leaving tiny water droplets on it!

Alas, it's a pity she couldn't get Miss Roland's permission to see it for herself.

Honestly, why does Miss Roland have such a strange vigilance when it comes to these trivial details?

She stomped her feet dejectedly, her eyes scanning her surroundings.

For some reason, my gaze was fixed on the socks that Roland had just taken off.

The black silk fabric was casually placed on the chair, piled up in a messy shape.

Just two minutes ago, it was still wrapped around Roland's skin, so it must still be warm.

Renee swallowed hard, making a distinct "gulp" sound.

She remembered that the last time she faced the same situation, she was defeated by Jenny, who attacked her from behind.

But things are different now.

At that moment, there was no one else in the locker room but himself.

There were no succubi scrambling for supplies, no Jenny trying to interrupt, and even Roland herself was busy taking a bath.

With favorable timing, location, and human factors, this must be destiny!

Renee tiptoed to the chair as if she were doing something wrong, her pride as an older woman still struggling within her.

At that moment, angels and demons appeared on either side of his head.

The devil tempted.

"Don't worry, Miss Roland won't find out at all; she's a complete drunkard right now!"

The angel frowned, thinking the devil was too subtle and not upright enough.

She shouted righteously and sternly.

"Enjoy it, Renee. A mistake that goes unnoticed isn't a mistake."

"Miss Roland has drunk so much wine, she must be sweating a lot, so its deliciousness is self-evident!"

……

The sound of running water in the bathroom continued intermittently for ten minutes.

Roland, her face flushed, walked out of the bathroom with a slight sway.

Ms. Shu's drink had a strong aftereffect; after this hot bath, she felt increasingly dizzy. (Note: Do not soak in hot springs for extended periods after drinking alcohol.)

I'll have a nice good sleep soon, and the quality of my sleep will definitely be great.

The high-quality magical wine from another world won't cause hangovers like it does on Earth.

Roland quickened her pace and peered into the changing room.

"Rene, I've finished showering, it's your turn."

As she spoke, she noticed that Renee's face was flushed, and she stood by the chair like a wooden doll, so she tilted her head slightly.

"Hey? Why is your face red?"