Chapter 239: 240. Chapter 240: Foot Rub, Orange

240. Chapter 240: Foot Rub, Orange's "Provocation"

Although their pace was swift, after about half an hour, they reached their destination.

Yet, after searching the surroundings for several hours, they found no trace of the Cold Spring marked on the map—clearly, the map was inaccurate, and by a large margin.

"Ahh… so tired… let's rest…"

Orange could no longer endure it; she plopped down on the ground, leaning against a large tree behind her, her face expressionless with utter despair.

She had assumed this mission would be easy—finish it quickly, and the extra time would be hers to enjoy, a proper vacation with Bai Zhou, maybe some outdoor barbecue…

But she hadn't expected…

If they kept searching like this, they wouldn't find anything even after a month.

Even with her Soul King cultivation, prolonged travel through such a complex environment had left her with a faint sense of fatigue.

"Hmm, then let's rest for a bit."

Bai Zhou sat down beside Orange.

"Ugh, my feet ache—Little White, rub them for me."

Suddenly remembering something, Orange shoved her feet straight into Bai Zhou's lap, her eyes glinting with mischief.

"What? You're a Soul King—why would you need a foot rub…?" Bai Zhou immediately grew wary.

"Hehe, this should be your reward, right~ I've known for a while you're a foot fetishist~"

"Hehe~ You wouldn't want your little kink exposed to others, would you~~"

Orange's eyes crinkled in a sweet smile, gazing at Bai Zhou—but her lips curled into a sly grin.

She'd lived with Bai Zhou for many days now; though he always acted normal, she'd noticed plenty of telltale signs.

For instance, whenever she wore slippers, Bai Zhou would unconsciously stare at her feet.

Especially when she put on silk stockings—he looked at them even more frequently.

It was obvious.

This guy was definitely a "foot fetishist!" So on this trip, she'd specifically worn silk stockings, and even packed various types in her Storage Soul Tool—surely one of them would appeal to him.

"Uh, I'm not—I mean, Orange Sister, don't say that…"

Bai Zhou instinctively denied it, surprised she'd noticed so much—he thought he'd just glanced a few extra times, nothing deliberate… how had she found out?

"No more excuses—hurry up, or I won't wear silk stockings anymore!" Orange kicked her leg, urging him.

Bai Zhou: …

This was the first time Bai Zhou had encountered such a bizarre… threat.

But he really was caught off guard.

"Fine, fine, I'll rub them…"

Bai Zhou quickly agreed, yet felt something was off.

Bai Zhou gently reached out and slipped off Orange's boots.

Orange's boots weren't ordinary—they were a type of Soul Tool, roughly Level Three, capable of automatic breathability and reducing walking strain, making movement lighter and less tiring.

Of course, such non-suffocating Soul Tool shoes were popular among girls.

Freed from restraint, her small feet seemed to have shed a heavy shell.

The skin of her toes was as smooth as congealed fat, faintly flushed with peach, exuding delicate tenderness.

Her toes were plump and rounded, like exquisitely carved white jade, each one brimming with vitality.

Paired with the sheer, translucent silk stockings, they appeared even more alluring.

"Good… pretty?"

Orange suddenly asked, her voice soft and sweet.

Though she'd acted bold moments ago, now that her feet were truly in Bai Zhou's hands, she felt shy and flustered…

After all, this was the first time a boy had ever rubbed her feet…

Bai Zhou could feel the texture of her soles; she could feel the warmth of his palms—her heartbeat quickened inexplicably.

"Mm, very pretty. I'm not a foot fetishist—I just couldn't help looking a few extra times because your feet are so beautiful."

Bai Zhou nodded, still trying to deny it—he didn't like every woman's feet; he had to like the face first. "Pfft~"

Orange had been tense, but hearing his ridiculous excuse, she burst out laughing.

She promptly flicked her foot against Bai Zhou's stomach, pouting: "Have you looked enough? Get to work!"

"Oh, okay~"

Bai Zhou nodded and began massaging gently.

Orange's feet were slightly smaller than Xian Lin'er's, but softer, fuller, more fleshy—even through the silk stockings, the texture remained wonderfully pliant.

Moreover, Orange's silk stockings—wherever she got them—were top-tier material: silky-smooth yet utterly realistic. Perfect.

Bai Zhou had abstained for a long time; encountering this familiar sensation again, it was only natural…

"Rub properly—don't think dirty, you jerk!" Orange instantly sensed his change, her cheeks flushing deeper; she squeezed his palm tightly.

"Aren't these your reward to me?"

Since he was caught, Bai Zhou stopped pretending—he gave Orange a slightly provocative glance and slightly increased pressure, pressing right into her sole.

"Mmm… I didn't mean to…"

Orange turned her head away, avoiding his gaze.

She'd deliberately teased him earlier—but now her soles were in his grasp, like a lever he'd seized, turning her own provocation back on her.

Bai Zhou's technique—wherever he learned it—alternated between painful and blissful, leaving her powerless to resist…

"Haha, alright, alright, that's enough—I'm getting hungry. Let's get something to eat."

After a while, Bai Zhou finally released her feet and helped her slip her boots back on.

"It's you who's about to break down…" Orange crossed her legs, unconsciously rubbing them, her gaze toward Bai Zhou tinged with a hint of resentment.

Bai Zhou, as if he hadn't noticed, stood up and calmly condensed a complete set of new pots, pans, bowls, chopsticks, tables, and chairs, followed by basin after basin of freshly prepared ingredients…

As long as he wished, he could condense any food.

Although the Wishing Tree had no combat power, in terms of "daily life," it was unmatched, ensuring life would never be boring.

"Here, have some beer." Seeing Orange was bored, Bai Zhou handed her a bottle of ice-cold beer—the high-proof kind.

Though the saying goes that alcohol leads to trouble, many things are accomplished only after drinking.

"Gulugulu~"

Orange snatched the ice-cold beer, downed it in one gulp, and finished the entire glass.

"I want more."

Orange wiped her small mouth and extended her hand toward Bai Zhou.

"Don't drink too much, or you'll get drunk and vomit all over me…"

Bai Zhou feigned concern, then immediately summoned a whole case and placed it before Orange.

"Hmph, you're underestimating me!"

Hearing this, Orange naturally bristled, tore open the packaging, grabbed one bottle for herself and another for Bai Zhou.

"Let's see who can drink more—loser has to grant the winner one reasonable request!"

Orange slightly lifted her chest, her gaze toward Bai Zhou brimming with bold provocation.

Though Bai Zhou was stronger than her, she had received professional training, and her Martial Soul Tangerine possessed partial alcohol-dissolving ability.

When she drank, she'd eat tangerines—she'd be invincible.

"Tontontonton…"

Bai Zhou said nothing, downed two bottles in one go.

Then he waved his hand, and dozens of cases of beer instantly condensed before him.

Tonight was destined to be sleepless.

(End of Chapter)