System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

Looking at Ashara who stretched out her small hands towards her, Syl showed a slight smile.

She lightly embraced Ashara's back with her left hand, and supported the position a little below her waist with her right hand, hugging Ashara firmly.

Syl hugged the light and soft Ashara, and gently placed her on the chair.

Seeing the one-piece robe on Ashara's body, Syl frowned a little, and suddenly didn't know how to fix it.

How to take off this robe?sister experience?

You can't just pull it up from the neckline like yourself, can you?Ashara's body didn't seem to be able to stand for Syl to complete these actions.

[Love Saint]: "Are you stupid? Roll it up from the bottom up, lift her butt up a bit and wrap it up, can't you take it off?"

[Saint]: "Don't make noise."

After complaining a little about the Lover in the spiritual coherence, Syl squatted down according to the Lover's method.

She pulled up the hem of Ashara's thin robe, and began to roll it up slowly.

Her action caused Ashara's little feet to touch together, her cute feet were slightly arched, as if she was frightened by Syl's action.

"Syl... what are you doing?" Ashara's faint voice came from above.

"Ah? Take off your clothes?" Searle said naturally, "How can you take a shower if you don't take off?"

Makes sense and can't be argued against at all.

Soon, Syl rolled up Ashara's robe to her thighs, and Ashara's slender legs were also tightly tied together.

"Let me drag you up for a while." While talking, Syl reached out and touched the gap between Ashara's robe and the chair, and slowly lifted Ashara a little.

Just a little distance from this lift, Syl smoothly rolled up the robe with his other hand.

And Ashara's underwear and flat belly appeared in front of Searle.

"hiss......"

Syl took a deep breath.

Why is the love saint so proficient in how to take off the robes of girls with limited mobility?

This can't help but make Searle wonder if the Lover has gone mad to attack the sick little sister.

[Love Saint]: "Don't talk nonsense, the other party is an adult."

[Saint]: "There really are..."

【Love Saint】: "Aren't you the same now?"

[Saint]: "What are you thinking? I'm just helping a poor girl with limited mobility to perform basic body cleaning."

[Love Saint]: "Oh—you are so great——"

The lover deliberately elongated his tone, and said the last sentence in a tone of reading.

"Cut..." Syl shook his head, and cut off the link of spiritual coherence without any hassle, and instantly felt much cleaner in his mind.

"Archbishop, raise your hand, do you need my help?" Syl stood up, looked at Ashara and asked softly.

"No need..." Ashara said while slowly raising her hands,

The upper body was easy to deal with. After Ashara raised her hands, Syl lifted the robe up and took it off properly.

Ashara's long black hair was lifted up by the clothes, and after she took off the robe completely, the long hair fell down again and fell loose in front of her face.

At this moment, Ashara, who was a little disheveled, had a petite body and was only wearing underwear, and she lowered her head slightly, her legs were tightly together, and her hands were restlessly placed in front of her.

It looks like a little loli being bullied by bad guys.

Uh...it seems to be about the same.

Suddenly thinking of Syl, who was somewhat perverted in his current behavior, he spurned himself in his heart.

Syl, Syl, how could you do such a thing to Archbishop Ashara who is still in a weak state?

After doing some mental construction for his heart, Syl let out a long sigh of relief, and stretched out his hand slowly towards Ashara.

Soon, Syl took off all of Ashara's underwear.

Searle straightened his posture and squinted... It was hard not to squint, and Searle was not Liu Xiahui, so how could he not look at it at all.

But she also didn't want to make Ashara feel scared because of some of her strange actions, so that she erected a thick wall for herself in her heart, so Syl must not act recklessly.

She tried her best to calm down her agitated heart, walked aside to fetch a new towel, and then opened the wooden bucket filled with hot water.

After slightly testing the water temperature in the bucket, he felt that the water temperature was just right, Syl soaked the towel directly, and then helped Ashara wipe her body.

From time to time, he would softly ask Ashara if the water temperature was okay, and if the strength was good enough.

It's like a bath master in a bathhouse.

At first Ashara's body was still a little stiff, but under Syl's soft voice and Syl's careful wiping, Ashara also gradually relaxed her body.

Because she could feel that Searle was seriously helping her wipe her body, and she didn't forget to care about herself.

It was Syl's sincere and pure attitude that made Ashara slowly let go of some shyness and anxiety in her heart.

It may be because of the absence of powerful power, the feeling of not being able to control everything, made Ashara very afraid of exposing herself in front of others like this.

Like when she was still a strong self before, Ashara didn't care about these things at all, but the weakness of her body seemed to make her spirit become sensitive.

She always felt that seeing such a weak self would be annoying to others, and even make others lose their respect for her completely.

However, these uneasy feelings were completely eliminated in Syl's soft voice and gentle movements.

After Syl helped Ashara wipe every toe at the end, she held Ashara's little feet and said with a smile: "It's done~"

"Um...thanks...ahem...then, get dressed." Ashara subconsciously wanted to say thank you, but remembered that Syl had said not to talk to her again. She said thank you, and Ashara quickly pretended to cough to cover it up.

"Pfft..." Seeing Ashara's cute face that was forcibly concealed, Syl couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing.

Afterwards, Syl smiled and hugged Ashara, saying:

"I haven't taken a bath yet, what are you wearing?"

"A bath is incomplete without a bath!"

Syl hugged Ashara and walked to the bathtub.

When the lid of the bathtub is opened, the water vapor in the bathtub rushes in.

Syl hugged Ashara, tapped the water surface with her little toe, and asked, "Is it hot?"

Ashara shook her head: "Just right."

"Sit still..." Syl urged, while slowly putting Ashara into the bathtub.

The water in the bathtub overflowed a little, until Ashara soaked the whole body in the bathtub, and after confirming that she had sat firmly, Syl slowly let go of her hand.

Seeing that Ashara was already sitting on the bathtub, Syl took a step back and nodded in satisfaction.

Then Seale began to undress herself.

Hearing the rustling sound of Syl taking off her clothes, Ashara asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

"I'm taking a shower," Syl looked at his half-wet robe and said with a smile, "Anyway, the clothes are all wet."

"Oh..." Ashara nodded, no longer speaking, just soaking in the bath quietly.

Syl was scrubbing her body aside, while Ashara was quietly soaking in the bathtub.

This slightly warm scene touched Searle's heart somewhat.

Sigh... If this world wasn't so damn crazy, and he found a way to advance to the sixth level, that would be great.

To be able to live with the archbishop like this every day is not to mention how comfortable it is.

But it's just a fantasy after all, just think about it.

One has to think a little bit, if one really succeeds, the dream will come true.

Just when Searle was about to wash the dishes, there was a sudden "gudong" sound from the direction of the bathtub.

Syl quickly looked in the direction of the bathtub, and saw Ashara's sitting figure disappear above the bathtub.

Only a clump of Ashara's black hair floated above the tub.

"The archbishop!" Syl rushed towards the bathtub, and picked up the archbishop who had slipped into the bathtub.

"What's wrong with you, Archbishop? Are you okay?" Syl looked at Archbishop Ashara and asked nervously.

"Ahem..." Archbishop Ashara, who had choked on the water, coughed twice, then said expressionlessly, "I didn't sit still..."

Even with an expressionless face, Syl could hear a trace of resentment from Ashara's tone.

It seemed that he felt uncomfortable for making such a childish mistake.

"It's fine," Syl said with a smile, "The bathtub is so slippery that I often can't sit still."

Of course, Syl was lying, it was just to give Ashara a step down, and he didn't expect to coax the archbishop.

But what Searle didn't expect was that Ashara looked in his direction and asked a little seriously: "Really?"

"Really," Syl nodded, and said solemnly, "I have to slide several times every time I take a bath."

"In the future, be careful." Ashara seemed to have forgotten how she slipped down just now, and instead began to remind Syl.

She really seemed to think that Searle would be as unsteady as a child.

"It's okay, it won't happen soon." While supporting Ashara, Syl lifted his legs and stepped into the bathtub by himself.

"Ok?"

"What's the matter?" Syl, who had completely sat in the bathtub, said with some confidence, "Can't I soak in my bathtub?"

"Um......"

It makes sense, I don't know how to refute it.

"Uh huh!"

Before Ashara could react, Syl pulled her in front of him and let her sit on him.

Syl sat in the bathtub like this, with his back against the bathtub, holding Archbishop Ashara in his arms, and said with a smile:

"Sit on me, it won't slide down~"

The hot water, the feeling of the delicate skin rubbing against each other, the water vapor and the faint milky fragrance from Ashara's body blended together, constantly stimulated Syl's nerves from the sense of touch and smell.