You are lewd.
You are lewd.
Because I had been dragged around all day yesterday and couldn't get anything done, I was processing the backlogged paperwork since morning when I opened the Saint's Palace's expenditure ledger.
Since possessing this body and living together with Elisia, quite a lot of items had been broken.
One office desk.
One bedroom wall.
Two dressing tables.
Two carriage doors and one carriage wall, totaling one whole carriage.
One bedpost.
One bedroom door that was my doing, but entirely Elisia's fault.
Part of the Grand Temple's table.
And even a marble pillar in the bathroom.
Looking at it written down like this, she really was nothing short of a crazy bitch.
Of course, the bedroom door and the carriage doors were broken by me, but tracing back the root cause always leads to Elisia.
Therefore, it was no different from Elisia breaking them herself.
Anyway, that was that.
There's no way I could possibly be such a violent person.
"Just how much is all this...?"
Adding up all the estimates, a sigh slipped out naturally.
Every single item in the Saint's Palace was pointlessly expensive.
Doors that could have easily been made of ordinary wood contained metals processed from Sacred Artifacts, and the bedroom walls were even mixed with pearl powder, of all things.
Why put pearls in the walls?
You can barely even see it.
I thought it might have some special effect, but the reason was simply that it gave off a subtle glow at night and looked pretty.
In the end, I picked up the approval stamp pen.
[Saint's Palace Facility Maintenance Expenses.]
[Deducted from the Saint's Personal Adornment and Dignity Maintenance Budget.]
Written as Dignity Maintenance Budget, but colloquially known as the luxury budget.
Of course, since Elisia didn't actually indulge in luxury, an extremely generous amount remained untouched.
She always wore similar Saintess robes, and had no interest in jewelry other than what the religious order gifted her.
In the first place, even putting on those gifts felt like a chore to her, and she only wore them because she was told to.
She had no interest in food either, to the point where I practically had to force-feed her.
In that case, cutting her budget a little bit wouldn't cause any problems.
Without hesitation, I stamped the document.
It wasn't like Elisia would try to nitpick over something like this.
Thinking that, I finished dealing with the rest of the backlogged work.
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About two days after I took action to slash Elisia's luxury budget.
Kwaang!
The door to the aide's office shattered into pieces and flew into the room.
"...."
The door slid across the floor and came to a stop in front of my desk.
Another one just broke.
I added a new repair item to the end of the ledger.
"What are you writing down right now?"
A voice dripping with murderous intent echoed from outside the door.
An utterly furious-looking Elisia stepped inside the aide's office.
Since she had no schedule today, she had taken off her Saint's Crown and veil.
Unpressed by the veil and the Saint's Crown, her silver hair fell freely along her body, wrapping around her slender waist and fluttering this way and that.
While entertaining silly thoughts like 'She's truly pretty today too,' I had to guess why on earth she was so angry.
"I added the door repair cost."
"Did I ask about that?"
"Did you not ask that?"
"You. Why did you cut my budget as you pleased?"
She already found out?
No, wait, how did she find out?
I don't recall ever telling her.
Did someone go and tattle on me?
"Is it not natural for the person who broke the facilities to bear the cost?"
"Did I break all of them?"
"The bedroom door and carriage doors were broken by me."
"Then fix them with your own money."
"I broke them because you wouldn't open them, Saint-nim."
"That's just because you have no patience."
"Then should I have waited outside the door for the rest of my life?"
"Yes."
Truly without an ounce of hesitation.
Elisia approached my desk and planted both hands on the surface.
Voluminous silver hair spilled over the neatly organized documents.
Along with the scent of cold roses, her beautiful face drew close before me.
"Revert it."
"I refuse."
"It's my money."
"It's money to be used to fix the things you broke, Saint-nim."
"It's my budget, so why are you messing with it?"
"You don't use it anyway, so what does it matter if it's deducted?"
Elisia's eyes slanted up fiercely.
Having her budget reduced must have struck a very sore nerve.
"Not using it and not being able to use it are different."
I wondered what she meant by that, but now I understood.
Just as not eating because you don't want to and having it taken away with an order not to eat are different, she was the type of person who just liked possessing things.
The very fact that someone touched what was hers without permission was displeasing to her.
It was truly a reason so typical of this woman.
"Then please do not break things from now on."
"I don't want to."
"Then I cannot restore the budget either."
"Revert it."
"I refuse."
Elisia slammed her hand down onto the desk.
Kwajik!
A hole in the shape of a palm was pierced through the solid wood.
Silently, I added another line to the ledger.
Doesn't she know this will only reduce the budget even more?
If she knew, she wouldn't be doing this.
Or would she?
Maybe not.
[Aide's Office Desk.]
"What are you doing right now?"
"I am adding the repair cost."
"Are you planning to take that out of my budget too?"
"Because you just broke it, Saint-nim."
"You were the one annoying me."
"Therefore, it is your responsibility, Saint-nim."
"Where on earth does such logic exist?"
"Right here."
When I laid out the exact same logic that Elisia used, her red lips pressed tightly shut.
It seemed she couldn't find anything to say in response.
This childish argument was my victory.
"Anyway, revert it."
"I refuse."
"Then don't work."
"What does that have to do with the budget?"
"I'm going to interfere until you listen to me."
Having declared so, Elisia climbed up and sat on the desk.
The hem of her splendid Saintess robes spread wide over the documents.
As she leisurely crossed one long, smooth leg over the other, her white, soft thigh was briefly revealed between the black fabric.
Half of the reports I had organized vanished under Elisia's pelvis.
On top of that, my gaze kept drifting toward her exposed thigh, making it impossible to focus my eyes on what few documents remained.
"Saint-nim."
"What?"
"Please move."
"I don't want to."
"The documents are trapped under you."
"So what?"
"Processing them is my job."
"Then don't do it."
"I refuse. It will only make things harder for tomorrow's me."
I reached out past Elisia's hip to pull out the trapped documents.
At that, Elisia shifted her body slightly.
It was in the form of sitting right on top of the back of my hand, no less.
"...Saint-nim."
"What?"
"My hand is trapped under you."
"I know."
"Did you do that on purpose?"
"Yes."
Now she was even openly grinning.
Exerting strength into my hand, I slightly lifted Elisia's body.
Honestly, I didn't want to pull it out, but there was no choice.
I have to work, after all....
"Eut."
With her pelvis suddenly lifted, Elisia grabbed my shoulders to balance herself.
Slender fingers dug into my uniform.
In that opening, I pulled out my trapped hand along with the documents and set Elisia back down on the desk.
"Where do you think you're touching?!"
"I merely lifted my hand."
"Is my body less important than paperwork?"
"It's not like something of this level would even leave a scratch on you anyway."
As I kept battering her with pure facts, Elisia's eyelids fluttered faintly.
"You. Shall I really kill you?"
"Please hold back until you get your budget back."
"Why?"
"If you kill me, there won't be anyone left to restore your budget."
Elisia pondered for a moment.
The fact that she was actually pondering it was scarier.
She looked as if she were seriously calculating how to undo the approval after killing me.
In the end, instead of killing me, she laid flat down on the desk.
It seemed she decided that interfering with me was better than killing me and bickering with a new aide.
"You can't do it like this, right?"
"...."
As she lay down right before me, the voluptuous chest wrapped in Saintess robes slowly rising and falling with her breathing was far too visible.
Below that, the line connecting her slender waist to her hips seduced me alluringly, and her two long-stretched legs occupied both my armrest and the corner of the desk.
Seeing her look so blatantly seductive, she was disgustingly pretty.
Does she even know?
That she was striking an extraordinarily suggestive posture.
She seemed more naive in this area than I thought, so she probably didn't know.
I pondered whether to tease her about this, but stopped myself.
My work was genuinely urgent.
I reached my arm over Elisia's side to retrieve and protect the remaining documents.
Elisia rolled her whole body back and forth to block and interfere with me.
"Are you going to keep going?"
"Even if you interfere like this, Saint-nim, my hands can still move."
"Then I guess I should just break your hands."
"They'll mend soon anyway. Don't bother wasting your energy."
"...So annoying."
Realizing that flopping onto her back in front of me didn't work, Elisia raised her body.
And this time, she snatched the pen held in my hand and threw it far away.
The pen slammed into the wall and snapped in half.
Looking at yet another broken item, I silently went to add a new entry to the ledger.
Except I didn't have a pen.
The pen I had been using so dearly until just now was rolling on the floor, dead in a shockingly clean break.
"Now what are you going to do?"
"I will fetch a new pen."
"You can't go."
Before I could even get up, Elisia swiftly stretched her legs out from on top of the desk.
Her long, slender legs wrapped around my waist, and her soft calves and thighs tightly pulled my seated body toward her.
Unable to overcome Elisia's strength, my chair slid toward the desk.
Kkiik.
As a result, in an instant, I ended up dragged right between Elisia's legs.
"Saint-nim."
"What?"
"Unwrap your legs."
"I don't want to."
Without unwrapping the legs wound around my waist, Elisia looked down at me.
Since she was sitting atop the desk higher than me, it naturally created a composition where I was looking up at her.
Her blue eyes were brimming with a sense of victory.
She truly didn't seem to realize what kind of appearance she was presenting right now.
In the end, I let out a deep sigh and opened my mouth.
"Saint-nim."
"Yes? Have you finally decided to restore my budget?"
"You look extraordinarily lewd right now, Saint-nim. Anyone seeing this would think you're trying to seduce me, you know?"
"What...?"
Hearing my words, Elisia hurriedly checked her own posture.
And then her face flushed bright red.
No matter how clueless she was, she seemed to have noticed that this look was immensely indecent.
It was fortunate her skirt was long; if it had been short, she would have been blatantly flashing her underwear to me.
Not that I hadn't already seen her naked, though.
Instead of teasing her further, I grabbed the waist of the dumbfounded Elisia, who didn't know what to do with herself.
"What are you doing?!"
I lifted Elisia, who was sitting on the desk, straight up.
As I rose from the chair holding her waist, Elisia's two arms reflexively wrapped around my neck.
Thanks to that, a truly obscene posture was completed.
Wrapping her two legs around my waist, and holding on with her arms around my neck.
Naturally, our faces drew close enough to clearly feel each other's body scents as well.
Chanting Buddhist sutras inside my head, I held the soft and voluptuous body firmly in my embrace.
"Put me down...!"
"This is a forced eviction."
"I don't want to!"
"Then would you like to stay in this lewd posture forever?"
"That's...!"
Thoroughly embarrassed, Elisia put strength into the arms wrapped around my neck.
Thanks to that, I felt like my neck bone was about to be ripped out.
I seriously pondered whether to use Player's Authority.
I didn't know if Regeneration would work even if my neck snapped.
However, instead of snapping my neck, Elisia completely let her strength drain while hugging me.
She had entrusted her entire body to me.
I knew at once what choice she had made.
"Saint-nim?"
"Just try it, then...."
"How am I supposed to do my work like this?"
"That's why you should restore my budget."
She sure is damn stubborn.
In the end, while still holding Elisia, I sat back down in the chair.
Let's see who wins this.
Resting my chin on Elisia's shoulder, I began working.
While there was the downside of the weight of her soft hips being felt completely upon my thighs, for now, I tried my best to ignore it using the shield of being the same sex.
Elisia also seemed to know it was embarrassing, as she took no action and simply remained held in my arms.
In this tug-of-war, the one who ultimately conceded defeat first was me.
Even though I've become a woman, I couldn't focus on work at all.
"Saint-nim."
"What...."
"If you do not break anything for a week, I will restore it."
"I just have to not break anything for a week, right?"
"Hitting people is also not allowed."
"You too?"
"Especially me; you must not hit me."
"That's too harsh."
"Why on earth do you have to hit me in the first place?"
"Because you're really annoying."
She said it so naturally that I was at a loss for words.
After pondering for a moment, I eased the condition slightly.
"If you really cannot hold back, hit a cushion."
"Cushions aren't fun."
"Then give up on the budget."
Elisia was silent for a long time.
Did she really think of me as something like a sandbag?
Seeing her contemplate this deeply over merely not hitting me, it seemed to be true.
Having made her choice soon after, she clicked her tongue irritably.
"...Fine."
"That is a promise."
"In exchange, revert everything completely after a week."
"Assuming you endure without any incidents."
"Then it starts from now."
"Indeed. Now please get off."
"I don't want to."
Why...?
At the words telling her to get off, Elisia dug her heels in without budging an inch.
"The agreement is concluded."
"When did I ever say I would get off?"
She hadn't, had she...?
Instead, Elisia wrapped her arms around my neck and turned her body around, leaning her back against me.
Her silver-white hair spread softly over my chest and thighs.
Rendered speechless, I could only quietly watch what Elisia was doing.
"Since I can't hit you for a week."
"And so?"
"I'm going to get on your nerves instead. Just like how you got on mine."
"What about my work?"
"Do it."
"How can I do it when you're sitting on me, Saint-nim?"
"Why should I care about that?"
I was hit right back with the exact same way of speaking I had used on Elisia.
In the end, I reached my arm past Elisia's waist to look for a new pen.
Fortunately, there was a spare inside the drawer.
The problem was whether I could actually get any work done like this.
I'll just have to try....
Seriously, what kind of suffering is this because of this El-brat....