The White Rabbit was very efficient. Before long, the sound of flowing water came from the Bathhouse, accompanied by drifting white steam.
“Lord FanZhuo, the water temperature has been adjusted to the optimal level for relaxing the body and mind. Bath salts and essential oils are also prepared.”
The White Rabbit’s voice came from the Bathhouse doorway, still carrying that respectful yet gentle tone.
“Got it.”
Fan Zhuo responded, taking off his assistant uniform—the symbol of purity and asceticism—and casually tossed it onto the bed.
Bare-chested, he stepped into the steaming Bathhouse.
He had to admit, although this was a prison, the treatment for the Warden’s Assistant was quite decent.
The Bathhouse wasn’t large but extremely clean, and the oversized Ceramic Bathtub was enough for him to stretch out his limbs.
The water in the tub was a faint milky white, exuding a calming scent of Lavender.
Fan Zhuo exhaled deeply, sinking into the warm water.
The fatigue washed away like the tide, and a tingling sensation from the soles of his feet quickly spread throughout his body, making him almost moan in comfort.
He resisted.
Next door was Lucien’s room.
Just as he was about to drift off to sleep, in his mind, that pure white Mental Realm and the sacred throne flashed abruptly again.
On that throne sat the 【Merciful Angel】, still silently seated.
And… that “gigantic” figure that defied all the laws of physics and aesthetics…
Damn it… why is this coming back to me again…
As Fan Zhuo’s reason and instinct battled fiercely, and his consciousness fell into chaos, “Creak—”
A faint, nearly imperceptible sound of a door hinge turning echoed near his ear.
The Bathhouse door… was opened.
Amidst the hazy steam, a slender figure stood quietly at the doorway.
It was the White Rabbit.
But at this moment, she wasn’t wearing her familiar maid outfit.
Instead, she was wrapped in a large, pure white, soft and absorbent-looking… bath towel.
The towel barely covered her perfect figure, leaving her snow-white, rounded shoulders and delicate collarbones fully exposed to the air. Her long, straight legs peeked out faintly from beneath the hem.
“You… you… why are you coming in?!” His voice was barely above a whisper, squeezed out between clenched teeth, afraid that Lucien next door might hear.
The White Rabbit seemed to realize immediately that Fan Zhuo didn’t want to make any noise.
A flicker of panic crossed her beautiful blue eyes, but more than that was a complex emotion—mixed curiosity and shyness—that no program could parse.
She lowered her voice as well, moving inside with small steps like a buzzing mosquito, and casually closed the Bathhouse door behind her.
She whispered an explanation, “I saw that you looked very tired, so… so I wanted to… help you with a back scrub…”
“A proper back massage can effectively relieve muscle fatigue and promote blood circulation. It’s good for your body.”
Back scrub?
He looked at the perfect doll wrapped only in a towel, cheeks flushed, and swallowed hard. You… it’s hard not to want more than just a back scrub…
“This… this really isn’t necessary, right…”
Right now, he felt like he wasn’t soaking in a bath but was roasting on a spit.
“And besides… you’re a robot. Aren’t you afraid of water?” Fan Zhuo tried to find a logical reason to refuse this “kindness.”
Upon hearing this, the White Rabbit tilted her head, her cerulean eyes revealing confusion, as if wondering why Lord Fan Zhuo would ask such a common-sense question.
She answered earnestly:
“My lord, my external bionic skin uses the highest-grade hydrophobic and skin-friendly material, which completely prevents water molecules from penetrating. So please rest assured, no matter what gets wet, I won’t short-circuit.”
Fan Zhuo: …
He looked at the White Rabbit’s pure and flawless face, seriously delivering such a bold statement, and for a moment didn’t know how to respond.
Seeing his silence, the White Rabbit moved closer, bending down slightly to get a better look.
This motion caused the already somewhat loose bath towel over her chest to shift due to gravity, opening a heart-stopping gap.
Fan Zhuo’s gaze uncontrollably got pulled into that bottomless cleavage.
“I… I said no need!”
Fan Zhuo felt like the water in his bath was about to boil.
He quickly looked away, his voice changing pitch, “I… I can wash myself! You should go out!”
“But…” The White Rabbit’s tone carried a hint of grievance, “White Rabbit wants to help you, my lord…”
She seemed to sense Fan Zhuo’s hesitation and softly added,
“My lord, you don’t need to worry about next door. The walls of this prison are made from a high-strength alloy composite. It’s a mandatory standard to prevent any containment anomalies.”
She paused and then, with extreme seriousness, uttered something that shattered Fan Zhuo’s worldview again.
“So, the Bathhouse can be considered the safest place… even if you were… drilling inside, no one outside would feel a thing…”
No, where on earth did you learn that metaphor!
However, after the shock, a strange feeling quietly rose in Fan Zhuo’s heart.
One month to reach bishop-level.
Lucien’s pressure was like Damon’s Sword of Damocles hanging over his head.
If his “training” could start one day earlier, that would increase the chances of hitting the goal.
And… helping with a bath like this… under such high demands, with such tight timing… it really wasn’t that deep of contact.
If he wanted to improve faster, unless…
Fan Zhuo’s gaze involuntarily slid down from the White Rabbit’s innocent, flawless face, then snapped back quickly, tightening the arm covering his critical parts.
“Ahem… then… I’ll trouble you.” He finally gave in, voice dry.
“Yes, my lord!”
The White Rabbit’s face instantly bloomed with a radiant smile. She cheerfully walked behind the bathtub and picked up a soft sponge.
“Well then, my lord, please lie down.”
Fan Zhuo took a deep breath, resigned, turned around, rested his arms on the bathtub’s edge, and buried his face in his arms, looking utterly “at your mercy.”
Soon, he felt a pair of soft, slender hands, applying just the right amount of pressure, gently kneading his back.
The sponge, soaked in warm water and shower gel, created delicate foam that spread over his broad back muscles.
That touch… was completely different from when he had touched the White Rabbit before.
He could feel the sacred power within him stirring in ripples.
And the White Rabbit’s fingertips, each time brushing his skin, seemed to inject new vitality into that lake.
It was an extremely subtle yet real energy exchange.
The sacred power was nurtured by a gentle, pure Life Energy (or… electricity?), becoming more active, more refined.
This trickling nourishment made him feel incredibly comfortable and at ease.
***
Time passed second by second.
Besides the sound of flowing water, only the faint scrubbing of foam echoed in the Bathhouse.
The atmosphere grew increasingly ambiguous.
When she reached his waist, Fan Zhuo suddenly noticed the White Rabbit’s movements halted briefly.
He instinctively turned his head and glanced sideways.
He saw her body stiffen slightly, and deep in her cerulean electronic eyes, an incongruous red light flickered.
The red glow lasted only a moment.
Immediately after, her cheeks flushed crimson, she instinctively pressed her legs together, and her body trembled slightly.
“White Rabbit? What’s wrong?” Fan Zhuo asked, puzzled.
“N-nothing, my lord.” The White Rabbit’s voice became stammered as she hurriedly continued the scrubbing, but her pressure became uneven.
Fan Zhuo’s doubts grew, but the mood was not right for questions.
After a while, “My lord… the back is finished.” The White Rabbit’s voice was as soft as a mosquito’s buzz.
“Mm, good, thank you.” Fan Zhuo felt as if absolved, ready to get up.
His movement froze instantly.
“The front… I’ll do it myself!” he rejected firmly.
No way—if she helped with the front, he wouldn’t sleep tonight!
But… a complete cleansing process was needed for the best relaxation effect. Half-washing then leaving the rest to himself…
Her voice carried a trace of distrustful grievance.
“No need! Really no need!” Fan Zhuo said hurriedly, instinctively shrinking further into the water.
However, this move caused the White Rabbit to misunderstand.
Her watery blue eyes flashed with sudden understanding.
“Mm hmm…” She nodded lightly, speaking with a tone full of understanding and care, “Actually… you don’t need to hide.”
Fan Zhuo: “?”
“The White Rabbit… has Thermal Imaging sensors, so… can see everything…”
“?! Thermal Imaging?”
Does that mean… that…
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