Chapter 50: The Summoning of the Lord of Area A

After speaking, Ye Ying finally turned over in satisfaction, pulled the blanket over her head, and sank once more into a deep sleep, leaving behind only a barely audible mumble:

“My… little Priest…”

Fan Zhuo gazed at the figure curled up amidst the fox tails, his heart surging with emotion.

But still, he forced his weakened body to quietly put on his clothes and slip out of the cell that had… awakened desires he’d never known.

When he reached the door to his own room, Fan Zhuo felt as if his legs were trembling.

Last night…

Judging by those bone-melting words of praise from Ye Ying, he had definitely performed beyond expectations.

Well, there was no “usual,” so it was just… really, really good.

But the price for that was, right now, he felt like he might just ascend to heaven on the spot.

He swiped his key card, slipped quietly inside, and planned to collapse straight onto his bed and sleep until the sun set.

However, the scene inside instantly sobered him up.

Beside his bed, a small folding cot had appeared.

And the doll maid, White Rabbit, was lying on it with a thin blanket over her, sleeping peacefully, her breathing steady.

A warmth filled Fan Zhuo’s heart. This silly girl… Was she afraid he wouldn’t have a place to sleep if he came back last night?

His gaze instinctively drifted toward his bed.

And then, his breath caught.

The bulging blanket roll on his bed was gone.

In its place was a petite, curvaceous figure lying on her side.

It was that succubus girl—Milina.

She seemed to have just been bathed by White Rabbit; her wine-red hair was still faintly damp, loosely spread over the pillow.

Her delicate little face, still round with baby fat, was flushed unnaturally even in sleep.

Worst of all, the thing she was wearing… was a pure black, tight-fitting dress with white lace trim—an apron dress.

This had to be White Rabbit’s own clothing.

Except, what fit White Rabbit perfectly… looked completely different on Milina.

The taut fabric was stretched to its absolute limit by curves that were far too mature for her age, and the two buttons at her chest looked ready to burst off at any moment.

The cinched waist design accentuated that slender waist and generous curves, tracing a line that made Fan Zhuo’s blood boil.

Fan Zhuo swallowed hard.

Does… White Rabbit always wear such tight clothes?

This was practically… a crime!

As if sensing his return, White Rabbit’s lashes fluttered on the folding cot, and she slowly opened her eyes.

“Master… you’re back.”

Her voice held a trace of fatigue, but those pure blue electronic eyes lit up the moment she saw Fan Zhuo.

The very next second, though, her lovely brows knit together in a faint frown.

She sat up, walked barefoot to Fan Zhuo, and her perky little nose gently sniffed him.

“Master…” Her voice carried a barely perceptible… grievance.

“There’s… another woman’s scent on you.”

Fan Zhuo instinctively stepped back half a step.

A flicker of hurt flashed in White Rabbit’s eyes. She lowered her head, her voice barely louder than the dust at dawn.

“Did Master’s other ‘rituals’… go smoothly?”

“So… you don’t need White Rabbit’s ‘warming up’ anymore, do you?”

Seeing her abandoned-puppy look, Fan Zhuo’s heart softened, and he wanted to explain, but didn’t know where to start.

He couldn’t exactly say, “I’m in Sage Mode now,” could he?

“Master… you look exhausted.”

White Rabbit didn’t press further. She pulled Fan Zhuo by the hand to sit on her folding cot, then knelt at the other end herself.

“White Rabbit… may not be able to help with the ‘rituals,’ but at least… can help Master rest well.”

As she spoke, she gently tugged Fan Zhuo’s body to the side.

The back of Fan Zhuo’s head landed securely on a soft, warm, and springy pillow of flesh—

White Rabbit’s lap.

“Master, please rest well.”

White Rabbit’s voice drifted down from above, and she adjusted his head to an even more comfortable, softer position.

From Fan Zhuo’s angle, he could clearly see… the shadow wrapped in lace, deepened by her kneeling posture.

“Master, you look thoroughly drained. Let White Rabbit restore some of your energy…”

With that, White Rabbit reached out with her lace-gloved, gentle hand and pressed it lightly to Fan Zhuo’s chest.

***

Very soon, a familiar, gentle energy began to flow steadily into him.

Fan Zhuo could feel her small hand circling on his chest, slowly and steadily.

Her touch was gentle and meticulous. Fan Zhuo felt so comfortable he nearly moaned aloud. He closed his eyes and let that warmth wash over his tired body and soul.

White Rabbit, gazing at the handsome face resting on her lap, feeling the powerful energy radiating from him, couldn’t help but blush as well.

Her core temperature began to rise once more.

In this quietly intimate atmosphere—

On the big bed, the sleeping Milina let out a soft, suppressed whimper.

She seemed to sense the flow of energy in her sleep and instinctively curled up tighter.

Those full, shapely thighs wrapped in black stockings clamped together tightly beneath the blanket.

Fan Zhuo felt as if he had just drifted off when a loud, urgent knocking jolted him awake.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

“Fan Zhuo! Open up! Something big’s happened!”

It was Old John’s trademark booming voice.

Fan Zhuo snapped awake, sitting bolt upright from White Rabbit’s lap pillow, still dazed.

White Rabbit also rose quickly, tidied her slightly rumpled clothes, then hurriedly rolled up the blanket on the big bed, wrapping Milina into an unrecognizable bundle.

Meanwhile, Fan Zhuo opened the door.

“Kid… Why do you look so weak? Got beaten up?”

Old John eyed him up and down, then glanced around the room, his gaze lingering on the messy bed and the kneeling White Rabbit as she “tidied up.”

“I mean… it’s fine if you two are cleaning, but why is White Rabbit cleaning on the bed?”

His tone was full of confusion, but since Fan Zhuo was clergy, he didn’t think much of it.

“She…” Fan Zhuo’s mind hadn’t caught up yet, so he blurted out, “She just likes cleaning on the bed…”

Old John: “Hmm?”

White Rabbit froze slightly, cheeks flushed red.

“Ahem!” Realizing his slip, Fan Zhuo hurriedly changed the subject. “Warden, what’s going on? Why so urgent?”

At the mention of business, Old John’s expression instantly grew serious.

“It’s big trouble!” He lowered his voice, tense. “Yesterday’s incident in Block B alarmed the one in Block A!”

“That one… is going to hold a meeting personally, and she called for Lucien, me, and…”

Old John’s gaze landed on Fan Zhuo, his eyes full of a complicated mix of sympathy and mischief, as if looking at a lottery winner cursed with bad luck.

“…and you. Head to Block A and meet her. Now.”