Chapter 62: You forgot, can the white rabbit’s hands… generate heat?

The sky had already darkened.

No one knew how long had passed before this nearly out-of-control “treatment” finally drew to a slow close.

Fan Zhuo let out a long breath, his whole body soaked in sweat.

Milina had completely fallen asleep, like a well-fed cat curled up in his arms. The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, as if she were having a sweet dream.

Fan Zhuo, trembling all over, gently placed this “Juicer” who had almost drained him dry back onto the bed, tucking her in with the blanket.

Only after finishing all this did he feel his legs go weak, collapsing to his knees on the spot.

The consumption… was just… too much.

If it weren’t for the special nature of his holy power—able to “give back” even as it was being taken, letting Milina experience that unique sensation capable of conquering a Succubus—she probably wouldn’t have let go until dawn.

Oh no… let go… of her mouth…

The room was suffused with a strange scent—a mixture of sweat, holy power, and raw magic, both ambiguous and decadent.

Fan Zhuo sat kneeling on the carpet, panting heavily, utterly entering “Sage Time.”

That feeling of being squeezed dry to the point he almost wished he’d transform into a beautiful girl right there left Fan Zhuo in a daze for a moment.

His mind was blank, but his body felt more full than ever.

He could clearly sense that in his spiritual world, within that “lake of holy power,” beside the cherry blossom tree formed by Night Sakura Demonic Power, a new vine had grown at some unknown time, adorned with enchanting purple flowers.

Most importantly, the total amount of holy power within him had faintly touched a brand-new bottleneck.

He was close… to surpassing a cleric.

But at just this level, he was still several tiers away from the “Bishop” rank that Lucien de Valois had set for him.

Even so, it was astonishing enough.

So this… is the power of a Succubus?

“Fan Zhuo… my lord…”

A voice, slightly trembling and uncertain, came from the corner.

Only then did Fan Zhuo remember that there was a third person in the room.

He turned to see Baitu slowly stepping out from the shadows.

A rosy blush still tinged her pretty face. Her blue electronic eyes seemed to be shrouded in mist, gazing at him with a complicated look.

“Baitu’s… core… is so hot…”

She walked up to Fan Zhuo, slowly squatted down, and reached out a delicate hand clad in lace gloves, gently caressing Fan Zhuo’s sweat-soaked face.

“Please… my lord… help me… cool down as well…”

At her fingertips, there was a barely noticeable, abnormal heat.

Looking at the pure, flawless face before him, speaking such wild words, Fan Zhuo’s “Sage Time” seemed…

Its cooldown had shortened considerably.

His body, which had just been drained, was somehow stirring again.

“Baitu, calm down.” Fan Zhuo caught her restless little hand, his voice a bit hoarse.

“You’re just… your core is overheating.”

Baitu paused for a moment, then placed her other hand on Fan Zhuo’s chest, feeling his powerful heartbeat through the soaked uniform.

“Baitu’s core also needs this kind of ‘soothing.’ Please… treat Baitu as you did Miss Milina.”

She lowered her head slightly, “Or… is Baitu’s body unworthy of receiving my lord’s ‘treatment’?”

What… what was this situation?

Just watching one live show, and the AI’s circuits got rewired?

Fan Zhuo looked into Baitu’s clear yet determined eyes, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Refuse?

Agree?

He truly didn’t have a single drop left right now…

“Baitu, I…” Fan Zhuo opened his mouth, only to find his throat unbearably dry.

He wanted to explain, but didn’t know where to start.

“My lord, you seem to be in a ‘deficit’ state.”

Baitu’s blue electronic eyes flickered, as if processing a rapid calculation.

“Just now, while you were ‘inputting,’ you were also exerting high-intensity ‘output.’ But in the end, the energy conversion resulted in a serious loss…”

“Gulp…” Fan Zhuo swallowed hard.

She’d even analyzed his “Sage Time”?

But… what use was that…

You’re a doll maid, what could you possibly do to replenish my body…

“Baitu’s energy module can also provide my lord with energy replenishment.”

As Baitu spoke, she slowly removed the lace glove from her right hand.

It was a perfect, flawless hand. Her skin was as fine as the best white jade, her fingers slender, her nails neatly trimmed and faintly pink.

She gently placed this hand on top of Fan Zhuo’s fingers.

It wasn’t the coldness he’d expected, but instead… was unusually warm.

“My lord has forgotten, Baitu’s hands… can heat up.”

She explained softly, her face still blushing faintly.

“Right now, the temperature of my hands is about 42 degrees Celsius, close to a human fever. Maybe… it can bring a touch of warmth…”

A strange warmth seeped into Fan Zhuo’s body from the point where their fingers touched.

“This is what Baitu should do.” Baitu’s voice was still steady, but Fan Zhuo could feel that the hand covering his fingers was trembling ever so slightly.

Sigh.

As she spoke, she took off the other glove as well, gently pressing her hand against Fan Zhuo’s cheek.

An even stronger warmth spread through him.

Fan Zhuo felt as if he were soaking in a perfectly heated hot spring; his whole body relaxed, even his soul letting out a satisfied sigh.

“My lord… do you… feel better?”

Baitu looked into his eyes, a trace of anticipation and nervousness in her voice, almost imperceptible.

“Mmm…” Fan Zhuo closed his eyes, so comfortable he almost groaned.

“Then…” Seeing that he seemed to be enjoying it, Baitu grew a bit bolder.

She leaned forward slowly, gently pressing her forehead to Fan Zhuo’s.

Their noses were almost touching.

Fan Zhuo could clearly see her long, trembling lashes, and in those sapphire-like pure blue eyes, his own dazed face was reflected.

“This… way… the transmission efficiency will be higher,” Baitu murmured in a voice so soft it was nearly inaudible.

The room fell into a peculiar silence.

Only the sound of their calm breathing, and the subtle hum of gentle energy flowing within.

No one knew how long passed before Fan Zhuo finally felt he’d recovered about seventy to eighty percent.

He slowly opened his eyes, meeting Baitu’s gaze, her eyes still moist.

“Thank you, Baitu,” he said sincerely.

“This is Baitu’s duty.” Baitu sat up straight, though the flush on her face hadn’t faded in the least.

She put her gloves back on, resuming her perfect maid appearance, though her blue electronic eyes seemed—when they looked at Fan Zhuo—to hold a hint of unspeakable dependence and intimacy that hadn’t been there before.

Fan Zhuo glanced at Milina, still sleeping soundly on the bed, then at the “considerate” doll maid by his side. His heart was filled with a tangle of emotions.

Asphodel Prison… truly is a wonderful place.