But Baitu’s worries… actually weren’t unreasonable.
A completely out-of-control succubus…
Fan Zhuo asked himself, could he really restrain himself?
The answer was—no, he couldn’t.
No—more precisely, he didn’t want to.
That was a succubus! How could he possibly refuse!
She was a being who’d existed only in the deepest recesses of his old world’s hard drive, a fantasy he’d imagined countless times!
A walking embodiment of hormones, the incarnation of desire!
Although this Milina before him looked as innocent as an unripe fruit, she was pure for now, and… her race had already decided—
Her upper limit… was surely extraordinary.
This was extremely important for Fan Zhuo, who urgently needed to convert holy power in preparation for the “Grand Exam” in a month.
Yes… it was just to accelerate his cultivation, to fulfill Lucien’s requirements for him.
All of this… was for the sake of the Holy Pope… so pure, so utterly holy.
And while desire and reason were locked in a fierce battle inside him—
Milina, lying on the bed, let out an even more agonized moan. Her body arched suddenly, and a nearly visible, scorching pinkish-purple magical force rippled outward like waves.
This faint purple energy was quietly drawn into Fan Zhuo’s body, making his already fevered mind even less rational.
The magic Milina radiated was different from the Beguilement used to control enemies.
This innate “Allure” unique to succubi simply increased a man’s fondness for them, and boosted… so there was really nothing harmful about it.
That was also why Fan Zhuo’s holy power wasn’t resisting Milina’s allure.
Fan Zhuo now felt he could withstand most hostile Beguilement abilities head-on.
Of course, if it was much stronger, that might be a different story…
After a fierce internal struggle, Fan Zhuo gritted his teeth.
Enough!
Even if the Angel of Mercy appeared today, she couldn’t stop him from performing this “sacred treatment”!
He wanted to improve, desperately.
“Fine, you stay.” Fan Zhuo tried to appear calm as he spoke to Baitu, “You… stand in the corner. Don’t come near, and absolutely no noise. Whatever you see… don’t say a word…”
It wasn’t for his own amusement—Baitu was his last line of “insurance.”
Since Baitu’s heart had only just begun to stir, his actions shouldn’t make her think too much… right? But since this succubus had appeared out of nowhere, he had to prepare for the worst.
If the succubus really was as he feared… and simply drained him dry…
Then his journey in this other world would end here, in this room.
“Yes… Lord Fan Zhuo.”
After hearing Fan Zhuo’s reply, Baitu’s answer seemed tinged with a trace of excitement.
She took noiseless little steps, as graceful as a cat, quietly retreating to the furthest corner in the room’s shadows, standing as still and silent as a delicate statue.
Come.
A pair of blue Electronic Eyes gleamed with curiosity in the dimness.
Now, only Fan Zhuo and the completely dazed succubus girl remained in the center of the room.
The scorching heat in the air felt almost tangible, filling their nostrils, igniting their blood, even making Baitu’s tightly clenched fingers burn.
Fan Zhuo slowly sat down on the edge of the bed. He could clearly hear the fierce pounding of his own heart.
Then, taking a deep breath, he reached out and gently pulled that feverish, alluringly soft body into his arms.
As soon as Milina touched the sanctified warmth of Fan Zhuo’s embrace, she sighed with a satisfaction that seemed to come from her very soul, like a beast in the desert finding an oasis.
Almost by pure instinct, she used all her strength to cling to Fan Zhuo.
Her long, shapely legs wrapped around his waist on their own.
The unique scent of succubus, mixed with the pure, sweet aroma of a young girl’s sweat, surged into Fan Zhuo’s nostrils.
He felt as if he were holding not a person, but a giant, boneless water pouch blazing with pink flames—soft, hot, heavy in his arms, and so irresistibly smooth to the touch.
This feeling… it was a primal temptation capable of making any male lose control in an instant.
Especially combined with Milina’s allure…
“Calm down… calm down… Who could stay calm in this situation!”
Suddenly, Milina tilted her head, her soft lips slightly parted, still glistening with a trace of moisture—and pressed directly onto Fan Zhuo’s lips.
He was completely caught off guard.
A strange sensation, mingling a girl’s innocence and a succubus’s seduction, made Fan Zhuo’s scalp tingle and his mind go blank.
In the corner, Baitu abruptly clapped her hand over her mouth.
Those blue Electronic Eyes, recording everything, stared unblinkingly at the pair.
She was trying hard to learn…
Baitu stayed perfectly still, but her legs squeezed tightly together and her body trembled slightly.
On her usually expressionless, delicate face appeared a faint blush, and her blue Electronic Eyes grew misty, making her look… even a little moved.
Maybe it was the succubus’s special ability, but Fan Zhuo was already ignoring Baitu’s presence.
In his world, there was only this succubus.
Within Fan Zhuo’s spiritual realm, upon the lake of holy power—
A wave of pinkish-purple magic, brimming with primal desire, barged in.
That energy—pure, unrestrained demand.
The pinkish-purple force rampaged through the lake, boiling the water as it greedily tugged at every thread of Fan Zhuo’s accumulated holy power, trying to turn this tranquil lake into a swamp of desire.
At the center of the lake, the Sakura Tree formed by Night Sakura Demonic Power seemed to sense the threat.
Pink petals fluttered without wind, transforming into a rain of glowing light that tangled with the invading force.
Fan Zhuo was hardly about to sit by and do nothing.
He pushed his Furnace Physique to its limit, forcibly guiding the ever-hungry magic.
Bit by bit, the pinkish-purple magic was stripped away, leaving only the purest, most primal life force.
That purified energy was then returned to Milina… like a cool spring, dousing her runaway flame and soothing her chaotic soul.
But what Fan Zhuo hadn’t expected was… each time he returned energy, it was like throwing fuel on a fire.
After each brief peace… the magical demand grew even stronger.
This process became an endless cycle.
Plundering, purification, feedback, then even fiercer plundering…
In the shadows of the corner, Baitu’s trembling grew more intense.
Her auditory module captured every breath, every wet sound, every rustle of fabric in the room, missing not a thing.
Getting closer… observing… learning…
She saw Lord Fan Zhuo’s face, always wearing a holy, gentle smile, now filled with an expression of raw, wild desire she’d never seen before.
She saw the succubus girl, like a flower battered by a storm—helplessly enduring, yet greedily blooming.
Why was it that just watching made her own body… so hot?
Why… deep in her core, did she feel… so empty, yearning to be filled?
Slowly, she took her hand from her mouth.
On her face, usually so pure and flawless, a complex look appeared—confusion, bewilderment, and… a trace of longing.
Unconsciously, she stretched out her pink tongue and gently licked her somewhat dry lips.
Could it be… that she, too… needed to verify it herself?
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