Preheat? What preheat?
Did he and Ye Ying really need to “preheat” for that “ceremony” which concerned both their innocence over two lifetimes and their strength improvement?
“N-no… no need.” Fan Zhuo’s cheeks burned uncontrollably as he stammered out his refusal.
“I… I can… can handle my own matters.”
What a joke! As a seasoned “driver” of the twenty-first century well-versed in all kinds of “cultures,” how could he possibly fumble in something like this!
“Really?” White Rabbit tilted her head, her gaze innocent.
“But according to White Rabbit’s data, the first time humans perform… that ceremony, the success rate is only 47.3%.”
“And among them, the vast majority of failures are due to the male party’s lack of experience, being overly nervous, or having an unstable state…”
“Mmm…” At that moment, a soft, slightly pained moan came from the bed.
The two turned their heads at the same time and saw the succubus girl, Milina, curled even tighter under the blanket, her brows deeply furrowed, her little face flushed bright red, as if trapped in a not-so-pleasant dream.
Heart Tip
She twisted unconsciously, that sweet, almost out-of-control scent unique to a succubus growing thicker in the air.
White Rabbit’s gaze left Milina and returned to Fan Zhuo’s face, now holding a trace of barely noticeable… pity?
“Master, look, Miss Milina’s condition is getting more and more unstable.”
“To ensure you are in your best state to deal with anything that might happen tomorrow night…” White Rabbit’s voice was soft as feathers brushing over Fan Zhuo’s Heart Tip.
“Please, allow White Rabbit to share your worries.”
Fan Zhuo did not answer.
Because… he was considering the feasibility of this matter.
But in his eyes, White Rabbit was just a robot as well. How could a robot compare to a real person…
As he thought, White Rabbit turned and walked toward the small table in the corner of the room, where a glass cup of fresh milk, prepared for Fan Zhuo, sat.
“Master… if you make up your mind about this… please tell White Rabbit… You worked hard during today’s examination, you need to replenish your nutrition.”
White Rabbit’s movements were elegant and composed. She picked up the glass, then reached for a small silver spoon.
Her fingertips were wrapped in pristine white lace gloves, which clung tightly to her skin, outlining her slender fingers.
With one hand, White Rabbit gently held the glass; with the thumb and forefinger of the other hand, she pinched the spoon’s handle.
Suddenly, a soft, almost transparent white halo lit up from her palm.
Fan Zhuo saw wisps of steam rising from the milk in the cup.
Her… her hand could heat things up?
This was… the ultimate girlfriend skill for winter!
White Rabbit seemed to enjoy the process, using her other hand to stir the warmed milk slowly and steadily in circles.
The spoon clinked crisply and pleasantly against the glass.
Her movements were light and slow, the lace glove edges flickering in the lamp light as her wrist turned.
Watching this, Fan Zhuo’s Adam’s apple bobbed uncontrollably.
He felt that what White Rabbit stirred wasn’t the milk.
It was his heart.
“Master, please enjoy.” White Rabbit carried the warmed milk to Fan Zhuo, bowed slightly, and offered it to him.
Fan Zhuo reached out absentmindedly to accept it.
Perhaps White Rabbit was a little nervous, or perhaps Fan Zhuo’s imagination was running too wild, but his fingertips trembled slightly as he took the cup.
“Ah!”
A soft cry.
White Rabbit failed to steady the cup; a few drops of warm milk splashed over the rim, landing right on Fan Zhuo’s outstretched fingers.
The temperature wasn’t scalding, only bringing a faint, tingling heat.
“I’m so sorry, Master!” White Rabbit’s reaction was even bigger than Fan Zhuo’s.
Her face instantly filled with panic and guilt, as if she’d committed an unforgivable sin.
***
The next second, before Fan Zhuo could say, “It’s fine—”
White Rabbit had already set down the cup, and with both hands, cupped the hand that had been splashed.
Her movement was almost impossibly quick.
As she spoke, she bowed her head and, right before Fan Zhuo’s eyes, gently, very gently, stuck out her soft pink tongue, licking Fan Zhuo’s fingers…
Fan Zhuo’s brows furrowed only for a moment, then relaxed completely.
He felt the soft, moist, and warm touch land exactly on the few drops of milk on his fingers…
Who could possibly endure this?!
In that ultimate sensation, Fan Zhuo clearly felt a faint stream of energy slowly seep into his body from where White Rabbit touched him.
After being transformed by the [Ring of Purity] in his body, that energy turned into strands of pure holy power, flowing into his holy power reservoir.
The efficiency… was so high!
Fan Zhuo was shocked.
After calibration by the “Mist of Holy Power” core, he understood energy conversion even better. Now, even such a slight contact matched the conversion efficiency he’d achieved earlier hugging Alfea!
Of course, this also had to do with White Rabbit’s unique constitution.
A faint, crisp sound came from his waist.
It was… the Holy Bell Lucien had given him.
It seemed the Holy Bell had sensed the rise in his internal energy conversion efficiency and reacted accordingly.
Hearing the bell, White Rabbit, who was focused on her “treatment,” trembled violently, like a startled kitten, and subconsciously… pressed even harder.
Fan Zhuo’s body instantly tensed, and he sucked in a sharp breath.
“Mmm… Core temperature rising, emotional simulation module experiencing logic disruption…”
White Rabbit’s body swayed slightly before finally letting go.
She raised both hands to her burning cheeks, eyes dazed.
“So strange… White Rabbit’s cooling system… seems… to have a problem too…”
She looked at Fan Zhuo, her eyes full of…
“Master… your energy… seems to have gotten stronger… White Rabbit… feels very comfortable…”
Fan Zhuo could endure no longer. He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging energy within, and rushed into the bathroom.
With a bang, he shut the door.
The icy water splashed over his face, cooling the brain that was almost on fire.
He looked at his own unnaturally flushed face in the mirror, his eyes complicated.
“Body of Purity”
…This damn “Body of Purity”!
It had suppressed him for three whole years, and now, it was like a Pandora’s Box.
The moment he came into contact with these bug-like monster girls, what it released was… a desire strong enough to swallow a person whole.
He couldn’t go on like this.
This weak energy conversion wasn’t enough to handle the crisis looming ahead.
He needed a true, thorough “release.”
He needed a leap in power!
But… for now, the only possible target was Ye Ying… and even the succubus girl Milina was “waiting in line”…
So White… would have to wait a bit longer…
Hopefully, he’d still be able to walk out of his room holding his waist the morning after tomorrow.
Fan Zhuo turned off the tap, hurried to the door, pulled it open, and just as he was about to leave—he stopped in his tracks for no reason…