Looking at Vi before her, Caitlyn couldn't help but lightly lick her lips. She then repositioned herself in front of Faen, slowly lowering her upper body and sticking out her buttocks, completely displaying her petals to Faen behind her.
Seeing this, Faen thrust his large, hard, veined object slightly forward.
Accompanied by the slightly wet, squelching sound of a hard object plunging into a wet, soft place, Vi—who was facing them directly—could clearly see a large amount of milky fluid being squeezed out from the crevice of Caitlyn and Faen's union as Faen pushed inside.
Feeling this sensation, the corners of Caitlyn's mouth curled up slightly, uncontrollably. Looking at Caitlyn before her—especially upon seeing the image of Caitlyn's flat, smooth lower abdomen with clearly visible v-lines being ruthlessly propped up by the large, hard, veined object—a look of horror uncontrollably surfaced on Vi's face. As Faen's body began to move, that bulging outline also started sliding up and down on Caitlyn's lower belly.
It should have brought intense pain, but in Vi's line of sight, almost the moment he entered, Caitlyn's expression began to lose control. In the end, it even morphed into a twisted smile. While panting heavily, she flatteringly swayed her buttocks to meet Faen's rhythm, presenting her entire flower house to the large, hard, veined object, allowing it to randomly ram and ravage her.
As Caitlyn proactively hiked up her snow-white buttocks, which had been kneaded red by Faen, Faen thrust forward forcefully without any mercy. That purplish-red medicine pestle, thick as an arm and coiled with dark blue veins, carried a scalp-numbing swish through the air. It pierced through Caitlyn's already muddy flower house without any resistance, driving straight to the deepest part of her womb with a loud squelch.
"Ahhh—! You... you went all the way in... mngh!"
Caitlyn's originally dignified face twisted in an instant due to extreme aching fullness and ecstasy. Under Vi's utterly horrified gaze, Caitlyn's flat lower abdomen was actually pushed up into a clearly defined bulge by this terrifying giant object. With Faen's frantic thrusting, that fleshy lump slid ferociously under her skin like a living creature.
With every heavy plunge, large gushes of turbid white liquid—a mixture of previous residual essence and fresh love juices—were squeezed out from the crevice of their union with "squish-squelch" sounds. Trailing crystal-clear silver threads, it splashed onto the floor, emitting a series of supremely lewd, watery noises. Where was there even a trace of the Piltovan Chief left in Caitlyn now? Her eyes rolled back, her fragrant tongue hung out, and her hands gripped the edge of the office desk tightly, allowing that poison called "Joy" to wash away all her rationality. Her private parts, which were never covered by panties to begin with, now acted like a greedy little mouth, dead-locking that thick baguette. Every inch of soft flesh was frantically contracting and sucking, trying to keep all of Faen's essence inside her body. That immoral thrill of being reduced to a lowly meat toilet right in front of her sweetheart caused her originally proud will to completely burst its dam.
"Do you... see?" Suddenly, Caitlyn's body trembled a few times. Along with the dripping liquid, a few flashes of clarity appeared in the depths of Caitlyn's eyes amidst the chaotic ecstasy.
Looking at Vi, Caitlyn placed her hand on the bulge on her belly with some helplessness, but also some infatuation, and said, "He only needs to simply put it in, and he can easily touch the place that makes me so comfortable I lose control of myself... Vi, I still view you as a friend, but I also know very well that you definitely cannot feel what I am feeling right now... And I can hardly be certain anymore; whether it's my mind or my body, they can no longer leave Faen."
While she said this, sensing Caitlyn's thoughts and emotions, Faen nodded. He slowly moved his waist while reaching his hand out to land on Caitlyn's chest.
Catalyzed by the Joy Factor, Caitlyn's current body was noticeably more alluring than before. Somewhat similar to Zeri, after being continuously developed over this period, when alone with Faen in private, Caitlyn's body would exhibit a state completely different from normal as her emotions shifted.
The most obvious aspect of this was that her delicate, perky small breasts became much plumper. One could even say that as her emotions and the physical coupling became more intense, the milk continuously secreted within them had already caused those perky "doves" to droop slightly, shifting their overall impression from perky to plump.
Look, Faen merely reached out and grabbed slightly, and right in Vi's line of sight, that pair of "red beans" secreted a clearly visible, transparent juice.
In the past, Caitlyn couldn't understand why that woman LeBlanc fawned over Faen so much, even saying crazy things like willingly bearing Faen's daughters so they could all seek pleasure together just to gain more favor—statements that made one feel her mind had broken.
In Caitlyn's view, even when truly facing the threat of death, some things were more important than life itself.
But later, gradually, Caitlyn understood why LeBlanc said those things—it absolutely wasn't just because LeBlanc wanted to continue existing, wanted to complete her revenge, and needed Faen's favor to truly live.
Well, there was indeed a part of that reason, or rather, those reasons did accelerate LeBlanc's acceptance of reality and her current situation. But beyond that, during the process of coupling with Faen, the continuously increasing sense of happiness and love would gradually completely drown and destroy a person's rationality.
"I can feel that my body is fully prepared." Feeling Faen gradually exerting force, his palm practically embedding into her "doves." Feeling that roughness, Caitlyn, dizzy with desire, stuck out her fragrant tongue and said between pants, "No matter the request, no matter the state, it is already prepared..."
Watching this scene unfold, Vi couldn't help but drop her jaw. If before, during their verbal exchange, Vi merely felt stifled, feeling that she had many things she wanted to say and many reasons she wanted to argue... then now, all Vi could feel was unprecedented bewilderment and powerlessness.
Looking at the outline completely propped up on Caitlyn's abdomen, Vi clearly realized this was something she could absolutely never do... or rather, something no one besides Faen could do.
"Caitlyn... I..."
Opening her mouth, Vi stood frozen in place, at a complete loss. She gave off a frantic and uneasy feeling, yet completely didn't know what she should do.
To this, Faen beside them suddenly became rough. He grabbed Caitlyn by the hair and forcefully hoisted her onto the nearby office desk. Seeing this, Vi had half a mind to stop him, but the sounds Caitlyn made during the process left Vi unsure of how to react.
"Hohohoho~"
Thrusting deeply and roughly, after pounding fiercely for a while, Faen also twisted his waist comfortably. But because the baguette hadn't been pulled out, the twisting motion caused Caitlyn's lower limbs to tense up, her valley entrance to push upward, and she sprayed out a fierce splash of water.
During this process, Faen reached out with one hand to forcefully press down Caitlyn—who was so excited her lower limbs were spasming uncontrollably. Then, keeping one hand pressing her down, he looked at Vi on the side and said, "If there's nothing else... could you close the door for me when you leave?"
Hearing Faen's words, Vi pursed her lips, then lowered her head. Without saying a word, she turned and left like a wandering ghost, pulling the heavy door shut behind her.
As she walked, because her head was lowered, the shadow of her falling pink hair covered half of Vi's face. Hidden in that darkness, it made it impossible for people to see her expression. But even so, Faen and Caitlyn could more or less feel the numbness, gloom, and even despair in Vi's heart. This also made Caitlyn's heart ache slightly, causing her flower house to clench even tighter.
But Caitlyn knew it was better to rip the bandage off quickly. If they were destined to have no future, then doing it this way—cutting off all attachments before it caused greater pain and chaos—was the best choice.
But upon stepping outside, Vi didn't leave. Instead, she stared blankly as she closed the door, then slowly slid down to sit against it. Listening to the happy cries of Caitlyn inside the room—who, after Vi's departure, finally didn't need to hide or suppress them anymore—Vi slowly lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking.