Phantylia, So Docile-Was This Really a Demon?
The core control room of the Herta Space Station now resembled a private, warm room.
Outside the enormous, arched viewing window, one can see a magnificent, slowly rotating nebula and the frozen Jarilo-VI in the distance.
Tranquil and vast.
Indoors, soft auxiliary lighting has replaced the glaring light from the control panel.
Lin Hai said to the Herta, "Recently, I subdued Phantylia."
Upon hearing this, the Herta paused slightly, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes, and his resistance to Lin Hai's mischievous hand weakened somewhat.
"That Lord Ravager? What did you do to her?"
"Nothing much..." Lin Hai said casually, but his fingers lightly pinched the abdomen of the Herta, eliciting a suppressed gasp from her. "It's just... I convinced her to serve Belobog in a different way."
His words carried an unspoken meaning.
A glint flashed in the Herta's eyes, forgetting the interference from the hand. "The core of the Lord Ravager's power is the Path of Destruction, but its manifestations are diverse. If it can be guided and controlled, its destructive power... can be transformed into constructive energy output in a specific direction..."
"... Her data sample is extremely valuable for research!"
The more the Herta talked, the more excited he became, even leaning closer to Lin Hai and looking up at him.
"Call her over! I need to monitor her energy fluctuations in real time, and the resonance effect with your contractual power! This could be a perfect example of Contract Lucky Star interfering with the material world!"
Lin Hai, more interested in having fun, said, "Good suggestion. More people... it'll be more lively."
With a slight thought, the Contract Lucky Star to the Phantylia, shimmering with light, appeared at his fingertips.
With a flash of starlight, a blurry figure materialized in the center of the control room, quickly solidifying.
Phantylia appeared, seemingly having just woken up from a nap. She was wearing only a thin, dark purple silk nightgown that outlined her alluring curves.
She first looked around warily, but when she saw the surroundings and the Lin Hai and the Herta embracing each other, the wariness in her eyes quickly turned into gentleness and awe.
She immediately bowed, performing a flawless, soft-spoken gesture:
"Master, Ms. Herta."
However, when her gaze swept over the Herta, her pupils contracted slightly, almost imperceptibly.
Phantylia could clearly sense that the energy field surrounding this member of the Genius Society was much stronger than when they last met!
It was a restrained yet profound sense of oppression, as if it were integrated into the vast computing network of the entire space station!
This made Phantylia feel a chill in her heart, and she gained a more direct and eager understanding of the power boost brought about by Lin Hai's mysterious favor.
"Come here." Lin Hai beckoned to her, his tone calm but carrying an undeniable command.
Without the slightest hesitation, Phantylia stepped forward with light, cat-like steps and naturally knelt down on the armrest on the other side of the Lin Hai, nestling her alluring body against his legs.
She tilted her head back, looking at him with a mixture of ingratiation, longing, and a hint of coquetry, and nuzzled her cheek against his knee.
Phantylia knew that to gain more, she had to demonstrate her value and... meekness.
Lin Hai extended his right index finger and brought it to the corner of her mouth.
A Phantylia's eyes. Without the slightest shyness, she kissed his fingertips with the tenderness of a devout believer kissing a sacred object...
Her eyes shimmered with tears, filled with a silent invitation and submission.
"You seem... willing to do anything to gain power?"
Lin Hai let her do as she pleased, and asked indifferently, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger.
Phantylia stopped what she was doing, looked up at him, and spoke in a hoarse yet seductive voice:
"Yes, Master!"
"As long as you grant me power, make me stronger... there's nothing Phantylia can't do, only things you can't imagine."
Her words were direct and bold, bringing her ambitions to the forefront.
Lin Hai looked at the undisguised longing in her eyes, and the corners of his mouth deepened.
"Very well, since that's the case, then I no longer need to feel any pity for you."
Upon hearing this, Phantylia showed no fear; instead, her eyes blazed with an even more fervent light. She nodded vigorously, her voice trembling with excitement:
"I'll obey my master! Phantylia... I couldn't be happier!"
This undisguised, power-driven conversation reached the ears of the Herta nearby without missing a single word.
She was pretending to focus on the data on the screen, but her fair ears quickly blushed.
The blush continued to spread across her cheeks and neck.
The Herta's fingers stiffened as he typed, and he even accidentally pressed the wrong command, causing a series of error warning symbols to pop up on the screen.
She frantically tried to turn off the warning, but almost wiped out the entire data model.
"You...!"
Finally, the Herta couldn't hold back any longer. He suddenly turned his head, glared at Lin Hai, and then quickly glanced at Phantylia, who was kneeling on the ground with seductive eyes. His tone carried a rare hint of panic and embarrassment.
"If we're going to do this... can we find another place?! It's interfering with my model building!"
However, her flushed face and slightly rapid breathing betrayed that she was far from being as detached as she appeared.
Beneath the rational exterior of scientists, a more primal curiosity and excitement are quietly ignited by this bold and straightforward atmosphere.
Inside the control room, the aroma of tea mingled with a gradually rising, ambiguous, and restless atmosphere.
Lin Hai bent down Phantylia, who was nestled at his feet, into his arms.
Phantylia let out a soft gasp, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck, nestling her alluring body into his embrace.
Her cheek was pressed against his chest.
There was no panic in her eyes, only complete trust and secret expectation.
Lin Hai didn't head towards the usual bedroom, but went straight to the side of the control room, to a sensor door that blended into the wall and emitted a soft blue light.
The door slid open silently, revealing a private lounge with a futuristic, high-tech feel.
The room is small, but it is exquisitely designed.
The walls are a flowing projection of star charts, as if the entire starry sky has been condensed into this space.
The floor is covered with a sensory material that subtly changes with body temperature, making it soft and warm to walk on.
The dome casts a soft glow, mimicking the light of natural stars.
A faint, relaxing fragrance permeated the air.
Lin Hai gently placed Phantylia on the large, ergonomically designed floating couch in the center of the room.
The material of the couch seemed to have a life of its own, automatically conforming to her curves.
Phantylia lay on her back, her eyes darting around in the hazy light, gazing at the Lin Hai below her.
He didn't rush into anything, but simply lifted her chin gently with his fingertips.
Phantylia understood, and took the initiative to tilt her head up, offering her red lips.
The kiss was gentle, carrying a sense of tentative exploration and acceptance.
After the kiss, Lin Hai's thumb traced her slightly swollen lips, then he placed his index finger at the corner of her mouth.
Phantylia did not hesitate at all.
Lin Hai looked at her quietly.
The sense of control that comes from having a powerful enemy under your command and making them willingly hand over everything is more pleasurable than mere conquest.