133: Chapter 133 "Shine My Shoes"

Bai Zhirou stood leaning against the wall for a long time before the flush on her face gradually faded.

She bit her lip, staring in the direction Ye Xiaoyao had left, the frustration in her heart stiflingly uncomfortable.

To be teased by him like that, saying things like "giving birth to many litters of bunnies"—wasn't that basically calling her loose?

But she was clearly still pure and chaste; in over two thousand years of life, she had never had any intimate contact with a male.

Two thousand years was nothing to a high-level Yao Beast.

At her age, she was still considered a young junior within the Taiyin Jade Rabbit Clan.

It was only because she was the Clan Chief's only daughter and highly talented that she had inherited the position so early.

But what did that Human Race Cultivator understand about any of this?

He only knew how to use the contract brand to control her, preventing her from using her spiritual power so he could treat her lightly at will.

Thinking of this, Bai Zhirou's anger flared up again.

She stomped her foot hard, yet remained utterly helpless.

The next dozen or so days passed in this manner.

Ye Xiaoyao left early and returned late every day, Cultivating within the vast territories of the Qingqiu Holy Land.

Bai Zhirou didn't know what Cultivation Technique he was practicing; she only saw him running across the plains every day while carrying a massive mountain peak on his back.

That peak weighed at least a hundred thousand tons, making the ground tremble under its weight.

She secretly clicked her tongue; this Human Race Cultivator looked thin, but his strength was terrifyingly great.

When he returned in the evening, Ye Xiaoyao was always exhausted, but his eyes carried a satisfied glow.

Bai Zhirou could feel from his aura that his Physical Body was becoming stronger by the day, absurdly so.

During this period, Ye Xiaoyao didn't forget to "train" her.

Kneading shoulders, pounding his back, massaging legs, cleaning the courtyard, serving tea and water...

All sorts of odd jobs fell upon her head.

Initially, Bai Zhirou was very reluctant, but under Ye Xiaoyao's "tyranny"—namely his frequent threats to chant the incantation—she could only obediently comply.

Though her heart was filled with discontent, she didn't dare show obvious defiance, much less use her physical strength to resist.

On the thirteenth day, Ye Xiaoyao's Nine Revolutions Hegemon Body Art finally achieved a Breakthrough to the Ninth Revolution.

After the Eighth Revolution reached Perfection, the Ninth Revolution returned to the purest tempering of physical strength; running while carrying a hundred-thousand-ton mountain required a continuous effort for exactly eighty-nine days.

The Qingqiu Holy Land was vast, with high mountains and plains, providing the perfect space for him to train.

On the evening of the fifteenth day, Ye Xiaoyao returned from his Cultivation.

He landed in the courtyard, his steps slightly unsteady and his body drenched in sweat. His green Daoist robe was soaked through and clung to him, revealing the fluid lines of his muscles beneath.

After a day like this, he was indeed quite exhausted.

He called out softly, "Xiao Rou, I'm back. I want to bathe; prepare some hot water."

Hearing his voice, Bai Zhirou emerged from the house.

She was still wearing that white ruqun, the hem embroidered with silver Moon Patterns, making her look petite, delicate, and adorably obedient.

However, a hint of sorrow lingered between her brows, and her large eyes were filled with a sense of grievance.

Being ordered around during this time had indeed made her feel very uncomfortable.

Seeing her expression, an inexplicable spark of anger rose in Ye Xiaoyao's heart.

He had been merciful enough to her these past dozen days, only making her do some chores without truly torturing her.

If it were any other Cultivator who had obtained such a Great Demon King as a spirit pet, wouldn't they have worked her to death?

He was merely going through the motions to fulfill Nangong Xiyue's request.

Yet, instead of being grateful, this girl looked resentful, as if she had suffered some monumental injustice.

It seemed he had been too kind to her.

Ye Xiaoyao's face darkened, his tone commanding: "Come here. Help me inside."

Bai Zhirou hesitated for a moment but still stepped forward obediently to support his arm.

Her hands were very small; when she held Ye Xiaoyao's arm, she could barely wrap them halfway around.

The two entered the house.

Ye Xiaoyao lay down on the couch, while Bai Zhirou went to prepare the hot water.

She poured the hot water into the bath barrel, added the medicinal herbs Ye Xiaoyao had given her previously, and finally reached in to test the temperature.

Neither too hot nor too cold—just right.

After finishing this, she walked to the couch and lowered her head, saying, "Master, the water is ready for you. Please enter the bath."

Her voice was soft and sweet, yet carried a hint of distance.

Ye Xiaoyao nodded slightly. "Mm, good."

As Bai Zhirou was about to turn and leave the room, Ye Xiaoyao called out to her.

"Wait."

Bai Zhirou's footsteps paused.

"Stay here today," Ye Xiaoyao said leisurely, "and undress me."

Bai Zhirou's body stiffened.

She turned her head, her small face instantly changing color.

Her large eyes were full of shock and panic as she shook her head repeatedly. "Master, you mustn't! This servant cannot undress you!"

Ye Xiaoyao's brow furrowed, his tone displeased. "Oh? You're unwilling? Do you wish to defy my command?"

Bai Zhirou bit her red lips and remained silent for a long while.

Struggle, grievance, and fear flashed across her small face, finally turning into helplessness.

She lowered her head, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz: "This servant wouldn't dare... but, but I still can't do it... please forgive me, Master..."

Ye Xiaoyao said crossly, "Still this shy? Come here!"

Bai Zhirou's face flushed with shame, though she was actually gnashing her teeth in secret.

But to avoid punishment, she still walked over obediently and stood by Ye Xiaoyao's side.

She raised her small hands and began to loosen his clothing.

Since he intended to completely tame this little rabbit, Ye Xiaoyao knew he couldn't be soft-hearted.

He had to be ruthless to fully subdue her.

The green Daoist robe fell away.

A expanse of lean, powerful muscle appeared before Bai Zhirou's eyes. His abdominal muscles were clearly defined, looking as if they were carved, with sharp edges and beautiful lines.

Fine beads of sweat still hung on his bronze skin, gleaming with a healthy luster under the lamplight.

Her face turned beet red instantly.

Her heart raced, her breathing grew shallow, and her body felt somewhat hot.

Her eyes darted around in panic, not knowing where to look.

She had never seen a man's body before, let alone one so robust and perfect.

Though she had lived for two thousand years, she was ultimately still an inexperienced maiden; at this moment, her heart was fluttering with agitation and burgeoning desire.

She hurriedly lowered her head, not daring to take another look.

But as soon as she looked down, she accidentally caught a glimpse of something she shouldn't have seen.

It was startlingly well-matched with that perfect physique.

Bai Zhirou cried out in alarm, quickly covered her eyes, and turned her body away, turning her back to Ye Xiaoyao.

Her cheeks were burning, her ears were bright red, and even her neck was stained pink; she looked like a cooked shrimp.

Seeing this, Ye Xiaoyao burst into laughter.

"Haha, what? You're actually shy?"

He laughed wantonly.

"I just wanted to see this kind of bashful reaction from you; this makes it interesting!"

With her back to him, Bai Zhirou was a mix of shame and indignation as she snapped, "You! You're shameless!"

Ye Xiaoyao ignored her angry rebuke and flipped himself into the bath barrel. The warm water washed over his body, making him sigh comfortably.

He leaned against the side of the barrel and said lazily, "Come, come over and scrub my back."

Bai Zhirou clenched her small fists and gritted her teeth hard. "In your dreams! I will not serve you!"

Ye Xiaoyao smiled. "Is that so? Then I'll have to use my methods to punish you. Aren't you afraid?"

Bai Zhirou's expression froze.

She knew Ye Xiaoyao was intimidating her, but she had no choice.

The contract brand was in her Soul; with just a thought from him, that bone-eroding, Soul-burning pain would descend again.

She was afraid.

She could only accept her fate.

Bai Zhirou turned around and walked to the edge of the bath barrel with her head down.

She didn't dare look at him, staring only at the surface of the water as she reached out her two small hands, pressing them lightly onto Ye Xiaoyao's shoulders to begin massaging and scrubbing his back.

Ye Xiaoyao let out a comfortable sigh, closed his eyes, and began to enjoy it.

The more Bai Zhirou massaged, the more humiliated and aggrieved she felt.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she forced them back.

Her face remained flushed, but the anger in her heart gradually dissipated.

It wasn't gone; it was simply replaced by helplessness and powerlessness.

Ye Xiaoyao enjoyed himself comfortably for over an hour.

The hot water was changed again and again, and medicinal herbs were added repeatedly.

Bai Zhirou kept massaging the whole time until her small hands were sore, yet she didn't dare stop.

Finally, Ye Xiaoyao prepared to stand up from the bath barrel.

Just then, a mature, authoritative female voice came from outside the courtyard.

"Young Master, are you there? It's Xiyue!"