“Conclusion?”
Fan Zhuo’s heart skipped a beat.
Conclusion? The conclusion is that this feeling is absolutely incredible!
Though he thought this in his mind, there was no way he could say it out loud.
Fan Zhuo slowly stood up, withdrawing his hand, a heavy expression settling on his face.
“It’s complicated…” he murmured, his gaze deep as he looked at White Rabbit.
“I sense that your Core Energy Source has been in a state of… energy deficiency for a long time.”
“Like a reservoir that can never be filled.”
His words were vague, practically made up on the spot.
After all, he was too nervous.
But unexpectedly, White Rabbit’s pair of azure electronic eyes flickered sharply at the mention of “energy deficiency.”
She instinctively glanced toward the chair beside her, where Old John lay passed out drunk, still snoring softly.
Then, White Rabbit covered her mouth and, in a voice so soft it was almost a whisper filled with grievance, she said quietly:
“The Charging Facility in Section C Prison… the Warden hasn’t applied for funding to replace it for a long time. The Energy Conversion Rate is very low… every time… it never fully charges.”
Fan Zhuo:
Damn? Did I really get fooled?
No, that’s not the point.
The point is, what’s with her aggrieved tone?
Never fully charged… What kind of “never fully charged” is that exactly…
Just as Fan Zhuo was stunned, White Rabbit turned back to look at him again.
In those azure electronic eyes reflected his figure, carrying a kind of pleading and expectation like that of a small animal — something he had never seen before.
“But… Lord Fan Zhuo…”
Her voice softened considerably, like crystal that had been gently melted.
“Just now… for the first time… I felt the sensation of being ‘fully charged.’”
“The energy you gave me… was very special, very warm, and very efficient…”
After she finished speaking, she lowered her head slightly, unconsciously twisting the corner of her skirt with both hands.
That posture was exactly like a girl after a medical checkup, shy yet eagerly waiting for the doctor’s final verdict.
Fan Zhuo felt a rush of heat surge from the soles of his feet straight to his head.
Help! Who could handle this?
A robot doll with a perfect figure, wearing a heart-touching maid outfit, and just now having her skirt lifted by you, speaking in such a soft and sticky tone, telling you she liked your way of “charging” her…
“Lord Fan Zhuo…”
Seeing he remained silent for a long time, White Rabbit mustered her courage, raised her head, and stared straight at him with those watery electronic eyes.
“From now on… could you please… regularly ‘check’ me?”
She seemed to find the request somewhat abrupt, quickly adding in an even softer voice,
“I… I only like the way you do it, to… charge me fuller…”
“Cough… cough cough cough!” Fan Zhuo’s face flushed red, nearly choking on his own saliva.
He wanted to find an excuse to refuse, but looking at White Rabbit’s pure and flawless, expectant expression, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t bring himself to say no.
Was he really going to tell her, “No, I’m afraid if I keep charging you, I might lose control and make a mistake right here”?
“Fre… frequent checks… aren’t very good for the body… no, for the machine,” Fan Zhuo stammered out a nonsense excuse that even he didn’t believe.
“No, that’s not true,” White Rabbit immediately shook her head.
The faint blush on her face not only didn’t fade but became even more obvious.
She seemed to have completely missed the meaning behind Fan Zhuo’s words, seriously rebutting,
“According to my machine structure, the core functional areas requiring regular maintenance and energy calibration are not only the legs…”
As she spoke, she extended a slender finger clad in a lace glove and gently tapped her chest, tightly wrapped in the maid outfit, with breathtaking curves.
“For example, here, where the ‘Emotion Simulator’ and ‘Central Circulation System’ are installed — the structure is even more complex than the leg joints.”
She paused, then pointed to her flat lower abdomen.
“And here, the location of the ‘Spare Energy Core.’”
“These areas… perhaps also need your ‘checks’ to ensure my optimal operating state.”
After finishing, she lowered her head again, standing quietly in a posture that looked like waiting for a verdict.
Fan Zhuo felt like his saliva was drying up.
Calm down! Fan Zhuo! You are a Sacred Cleric! You must be holy!
He took a deep breath and forced down the surging thoughts inside him.
“I understand,” he said in a heavy tone, as if bearing the future of all humanity on his shoulders.
“For the sake of the Holy Church’s research, for exploring the ultimate secrets of life, I will bear this responsibility without hesitation.”
“These new… ‘subjects,’ I will study each carefully and thoroughly… Next time, just come directly to my room.”
Hearing his answer, White Rabbit finally relaxed, her electronic eyes brightening considerably.
“Thank you, Lord Fan Zhuo.”
Fan Zhuo waved his hand, signaling he was going to rest, then almost fled back to his room.
He collapsed onto his bed, burying his face deeply into the pillow, trying to cool off physically to suppress the restless heat within him.
These past few “in-depth exchanges” with Alfea and White Rabbit were like setting a wildfire blazing across the arid wasteland inside him that had dried up for three years.
In the past, he could suppress the restlessness belonging to his former self, a seasoned veteran before crossing over, through hard training and meditation, forcing it down into a dead calm pool.
But now, that dead pool had been completely stirred up, even showing signs of boiling.
No, if this continues, sooner or later he would fall victim to Heartfire Overload and do something dangerous that challenges the bottom line of the “Ring of Holiness” on some quiet night.
Fan Zhuo needed to calm down.
Desperately needed to.
Lying on his bed, uncontrollably flashing through his mind were White Rabbit’s pure yet craving azure eyes, and those most suggestive words she spoke in the calmest tone.
“I only like the way you do it, to… charge me fuller…”
“These areas… perhaps also need your ‘checks’…”
Enough! Stop talking!
If this continues, he would really be unable to resist bringing this perfect “non-human existence” back to his room to conduct a full seven-day, seven-night, all-encompassing, in-depth “academic study” — from machine structure to Core Energy Source, from Emotion Simulator to Spare Energy Core!
Damn it.
Before crossing over, he had been an old hand, calm and unshakable despite countless encounters.
How did he become so weak-willed here?
Was it because this “holy body” had been suppressed for three whole years?
Like a blocked volcano, once a crack appears, the magma inside erupts in the most violent way.
The Divine Power within him seemed to have a strange positive correlation with his desires.
The more he engaged in this “borderline” contact, the faster his power grew, and the power growth, in turn, made his thoughts in that regard more active.
It was an unsolvable vicious cycle.
Fan Zhuo sat up on the bed, irritably ruffling his hair.
No, he had to think of a way to vent this evil fire.