Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies Chapter 1257: The Honey Trap

Lhobu trailed closely behind Zhang Yi and his companions, his expression brimming with sycophantic devotion. After all, these individuals were guests whom his master had commanded be treated with the highest degree of reverence and hospitality.

Zhang Yi found himself reasonably pleased with the current arrangements.

However, after a brief contemplation, he stated, "Cancel one room. Three will suffice for our needs."

He then fixed his gaze upon Fatty Xu and Old You. "E and D will share one quarters. I shall inhabit the middle room. Your accommodations will be situated directly adjacent to mine."

Ultimately, since they were not on their own turf, it remained prudent to maintain proximity and keep a watchful eye on one another.

Fatty Xu and Old You naturally harbored no complaints.

Thus, the logistics were finalized to everyone's satisfaction.

Upon realization that Zhang Yi and his party desired to bathe, Lhobu promptly summoned dozens of youthful, stunning handmaidens to see to their needs.

He even took the liberty of inquiring with Liang Yue, "Miss, do you require any... particular services? The men of our Pagyi Family are all robust and impressively strong specimens."

Liang Yue’s features turned a deep shade of scarlet instantly. Brows furrowing in irritation, she snapped, "That is completely unnecessary!"

Her sharp reaction took Lhobu by surprise. Such arrangements were barely considered noteworthy within the Snowy Region.

Among the nobility, both men and women typically possessed rather... extensive personal histories.

A knowing, cryptic smirk played upon Zhang Yi’s lips. He dismissed Lhobu with a wave of his hand. "We have no need for that brand of service. We appreciate the gesture, however."

Old You and Fatty Xu had initially felt a spark of interest; rarely did they get the chance to inhabit the role of a wealthy lord in such a fashion.

Yet, because Zhang Yi had issued his refusal, they had no choice but to abandon the notion.

It wasn’t that Zhang Yi possessed a particularly saintly or refined disposition.

Rather, as outsiders in this land, they were required to exercise caution in every endeavor. Furthermore, Zhang Yi was genuinely unimpressed by the local women.

Transitioning from simplicity to indulgence is easy, but the reverse is a struggle. Having grown accustomed to a household filled with beauties of all kinds, he found it impossible to muster any real curiosity for standard, common attractions.

Shortly thereafter, Lhobu’s subordinates began filling the basins with hot water.

In reality, what poured from the faucets was not water at all, but piping-hot, steaming milk.

Zhang Yi immediately signaled for Mu Yan to head to the neighboring room alongside Liang Yue.

Once alone in his quarters, Zhang Yi loosened his neck and began to strip for his bath.

As he stepped into the milk-filled tub, he placed a scanning device nearby, calibrated to detect any substances toxic or harmful to human biology.

If any irregularities were detected, the device was programmed to sound an alarm immediately.

Only after confirming the safety of the environment did he submerge himself in the pool.

Though he possessed a cavernous jacuzzi back at his own home, this one was significantly more compact.

Zhang Yi reclined within the bath, the warmth of the milk soothing his skin, allowing his entire frame to sink into a state of total lethargy.

He kept his eyes half-closed, yet his mind remained active, silently traversing the perimeter of his plans once again.

Primarily, it was imperative that he verify the existence of the supposed Demon Kingdom hidden beneath the Great Snow Mountain.

Obtaining this confirmation should prove straightforward.

He simply required an opening to slip away covertly.

With his specific abilities, he could execute such a movement without leaving a trace. Not a single soul across the entire Southwest Region would be capable of detecting his presence.

Just then, Zhang Yi’s ears pricked up; he heard the sound of faint, calculated footsteps outside the door.

A brief flash of suspicion illuminated his eyes as he looked toward the entrance.

The door creaked open gently.

Zhang Yi distinctly remembered bolting it from the inside, yet the latch had clearly been bypassed.

This development immediately put Zhang Yi on high alert. His ability, All Things Follow Traces, was rendered active instantly.

Without delay, he watched as a woman stepped into the chamber and, with a practiced motion, pulled the door shut behind her.

She was a striking beauty, distinct from the maidservants he had encountered earlier.

Although she wore the traditional attire of the Snowy Region, her garments were more opulent, and her features were undeniably more captivating.

Her skin possessed a ghostly, pale quality rarely seen in these parts. Standing at approximately 1.75 meters, her tall, lithe frame moved with the grace of an international runway model as she approached Zhang Yi.

"Who are you?" Zhang Yi questioned, his tone feigning a carefree, sluggish indifference.

The woman halted roughly two meters from the edge of his pool. She gazed at him with large, liquid eyes before bowing her head in a gesture of refined respect.

"Honorable guest, I have arrived to attend to your bathing needs."

Zhang Yi blinked, the realization dawning on him.

Even though he had rebuffed Lhobu’s suggestion, a man of such cunning would never completely abandon his sycophantic pursuits.

He had clearly reserved the finest offering exclusively for Zhang Yi, recognizing him as the undisputed leader of the faction.

However, he wondered if similar 'accommodations' were being presented to those in the neighboring rooms.

Zhang Yi had no way of confirming such details.

Before he could offer a rebuttal, the woman reached forward and began unfastening her robe. The process was swift; she released a few hidden toggles, and her attire slipped to the ground.

Revealing a figure that was near perfection.

Zhang Yi was not a man prone to lechery... well, he was a healthy man, certainly. Confronted by such an exquisite form, even he could not help but be momentarily bedazzled.

It was a pure, aesthetic appreciation of visual beauty.

Her silhouette resembled a goddess plucked from a masterpiece painting, a clear indication that Pagyi Gesang had exerted significant effort to pamper Zhang Yi.

Despite this, Zhang Yi felt not the slightest tremor of genuine desire.

This wasn't due to some self-imposed moral superiority, but rather because he remained on high alert. He had not lowered his guard even for a second.

Consequently, he followed a rule: any comfort or service delivered too easily was automatically categorized as a potential trap.

The more alluring the woman, the more dangerous the poison.

Therefore, facing this woman who had been delivered to his doorstep, his internal resolve only grew more vigilant.

"Please, allow me to assist you with your bath!" she implored, lifting her gaze to present him with a dazzling smile, while taking a step toward the water.

A sliver of dark amusement flickered at the corner of Zhang Yi’s mouth, yet his voice remained glacial. "Unnecessary."

The woman halted in her tracks, her composure flickering. She evidently hadn't anticipated such a flat refusal.

"Am I... not to your liking?" she queried, staring at him with a glimmer of hurt, as if crystalline tears were pooling in her eyes.

Zhang Yi let out a sigh, his impatience becoming evident.

"I have zero interest in you. Be gone!" His tone had hardened into a sharp command.

The woman’s posture stiffened visibly. Without another word, she gathered her garments from the floor, dressed with haste, and exited the room.

Zhang Yi followed her retreating figure with a heavy gaze. For reasons unknown, he felt there was something deeply anomalous about the woman’s physicality.

It was an intangible, unsettling sensation. Zhang Yi himself couldn't pinpoint the origin of this strange intuition.

But with the intrusion ended, he would no longer be disturbed.

Once she had vanished, Zhang Yi exhaled deeply. "Trying a honey trap on me? That is vastly underestimating the caliber of Zhang Yi!"

Stifling a flicker of restless heat, Zhang Yi closed his eyes and allowed himself to sink into the comforting warmth of the lacteal bath.

However, merely moments later, a shrill and piercing scream from the hallway erupted, shattering the silence.