“As a sheltered guest, you’ll need to stay here for the time being.” Fan Zhuo’s voice was as gentle as the spring sunshine on a lazy afternoon.
“Don’t worry. As long as you cooperate, I promise no one will harm you.”
Milina nodded with only half-understanding, her body still taut with tension.
She didn’t dare look directly at Fan Zhuo, yet she couldn’t help stealing glances at him out of the corner of her eye.
The scent on this man… it was just too alluring.
Warm, pure, yet tinged with a kind of deadly allure that, as a succubus, she instinctively craved from the depths of her soul.
It made her feel an unprecedented tension—and a contradictory sense of security.
The two emotions clashed wildly within her, leaving her mind in utter chaos.
She struggled to get out of bed, wanting to prove she could still move, at least not to lie uselessly in someone else’s bed like a cripple.
However, the moment she moved, a faint and strange heat surged between her legs.
It felt like a tiny, warm flame brushing gently across her soft skin.
She instinctively pressed her legs together, but that only made the sensation even clearer.
Taking advantage of the moment when Fan Zhuo turned away to speak with Baitu, she quietly lifted a corner of her loose pajama pants and peeked carefully.
One look, and she felt as if she had been struck by lightning, her whole body freezing in place.
On that snow-white, delicate skin—smooth as silk—a faint, pinkish-purple heart-shaped mark made up of countless tiny runes was glowing gently.
The pattern of the mark was intricate, and from the edge of her lower abdomen, elegant curves snaked out, all converging in this one area to form… that heart.
At the edge of the mark, there shimmered a barely perceptible golden aura—belonging to Fan Zhuo’s sacred energy.
“Contract… contract brand?!”
Milina slapped her hand over her mouth, her large violet eyes brimming with terror and disbelief.
Even as a rookie succubus who had never succeeded at a single mission, the ancient memories inherited deep in her blood awoke instantly at that moment.
This was the “Contract Brand” of the succubus race!
It wasn’t just an ordinary magical contract—it was a mark born from the deepest part of the soul.
Only when a succubus encountered someone whose soul resonated deeply with her own, and experienced an unprecedented ecstasy that pierced to her core, could this brand possibly be triggered…
Once this mark was fully formed, Milina—from soul to body—would completely submit to the other party, becoming his most loyal servant, never able to even entertain a thought of betrayal!
But… but she was just a beginner succubus! Let alone “ecstasy”—she… she hadn’t even held a boy’s hand before!
How could this possibly…
Flashes of those vague, fragmented memories flickered through her mind again.
That warm and powerful embrace, the sense of peace that made her want to sink into it, and that completely new, full sensation she’d never experienced before…
Could it all be real?
She, an innocent novice succubus, had actually, while unconscious, been with a priest…
Milina’s cheeks instantly burned hot, as if steam might burst from her skin.
She looked again at Fan Zhuo’s back, her gaze complex.
Just what kind of monster was this priest?!
He not only could touch her, but even…
As she let her thoughts spiral, an inopportune sound shattered the quiet of the room.
“Growl~”
It wasn’t loud, but in this peaceful bedroom, it was especially clear.
Milina covered her uncooperative belly in embarrassment, wishing she could sink into the floor.
Fan Zhuo turned around and saw the girl on the bed, clutching her stomach, face as red as a cooked shrimp, and a faint smile played on his lips.
He glanced at his own barely-touched dinner tray on the living room table, then gave an order to Baitu beside him, “Baitu, would you please prepare another dinner in the kitchen?”
“Yes, Master Fan Zhuo.” Baitu gave a slight bow, her blue electronic eyes scanning Milina for a moment. Her gaze was calm, but it made Milina feel an inexplicable pressure.
Afterward, the doll maid withdrew from the room without a sound.
Soon, a steaming hot dinner was brought in, and the rich aroma of secret-sauce roast meat instantly filled the whole room.
Milina’s stomach growled even louder.
She watched as Fan Zhuo placed the tray on the small table beside the bed, her throat bobbing unconsciously, even a little glimmer of drool escaping the corner of her lips.
“Eat,” Fan Zhuo said gently as ever.
Milina hesitated, glancing at the “culprit” before her with whom she now shared a contract brand, then at the plate piled high with glistening, sizzling roast meat.
***
In the end, hunger triumphed over everything else.
She carefully picked up the knife and fork, at first trying to maintain her ladylike composure, taking delicate bites.
But the moment the juicy, tender meat touched her tongue, all her restraint crumbled to dust.
So good! Too good!
She no longer cared about her image, devouring all the food like a wolf, even using the soft bread to wipe up every last bit of sauce and meat juice from the plate.
Fan Zhuo just sat quietly on the chair by the bed, watching her eat. Baitu stood nearby, equally silent, her gaze fixed on Milina.
Under the gentle light, the scene felt strangely warm…
Fan Zhuo couldn’t help but marvel: though this succubus girl looked delicate and petite, certain parts of her body were surprisingly well-developed—a classic case of slim branches bearing luscious fruit.
Whenever she leaned forward, absorbed in attacking the food, the collar of her loose cotton pajamas would slide down, revealing a deep, dazzlingly white valley.
With every movement, that soft landscape peeked out, silently celebrating the richness and beauty of life.
As expected of a succubus… not only was she born to tempt, but to drain as well…
Fan Zhuo had to force himself to remain calm.
His gaze involuntarily drifted to Baitu at his side.
If Milina was like an uncut gemstone—raw, awkward, yet primally alluring, like a fiery cocktail that instantly ignites all your senses the moment you taste it—
Then Baitu was a bottle of vintage wine.
Her mature, voluptuous curves, perfect maidly demeanor, and that utter, programmatic yet transcendent obedience… Every inch of her radiated a subtler, yet even more lethal allure.
It could be said that Baitu’s “flavor” was constantly testing Fan Zhuo’s discipline as a priest.
Even more astonishing to Fan Zhuo: despite Milina having eaten enough for two, her stomach remained flat as ever—not the slightest bulge.
It was as if all the nutrients had been delivered precisely to wherever her body needed them most.
Truly… a gift of nature.
Now full, a touch of color finally returned to Milina’s cheeks.
Leaning against the headboard, she let out a tiny, satisfied burp. When she looked at Fan Zhuo, her gaze was no longer full of fear as before, but carried a trace of curiosity and embarrassment.
“Um… thank you for the dinner,” she said in a small voice.
“You’re welcome.” Fan Zhuo stood up, ready to head to the living room to consider his next move.
But just as he turned, a small, soft hand gently tugged at his arm.
“Um…” Milina bit her lip, her face flushing, her violet eyes pleading, “C-could I… have another serving?”
Fan Zhuo:
“Of course you can.”