Passed out From A Shoulder Massage

Kent continued to stare at his Master, who was struggling to trust him. Not that she was entirely wrong. But as a Master, she needed to trust her disciple enough to let him support her, even in dangerous situations.

A shoulder massage wasn't something to be taken lightly for someone like her, who hadn't allowed any man to touch her in hundreds of years.

She truly embodied the title of Saintess. Because of her delicate nature and the way she carried herself, having a man's hands on her shoulders was the last thing she wanted.

Yet here she was, hesitating to reject the offer. Deep down, a part of her was curious. She wanted to know how it would feel.

Call it curiosity, but Kent's daring nature intrigued her. She wanted to see where he intended to take this.

So, for the first time in 197 years, the Saintess decided to let a man place his fingers on her body, even if it was through her clothes.