Watching the image of Caitlyn introducing herself with a strained voice, Vi's heart leaped into her throat. Her eyes were filled with disbelief; she couldn't believe Caitlyn was actually saying it so obediently.
At first, Vi tried to deceive herself, telling herself that Caitlyn was being forced and that these were not her true thoughts. But the image was right in front of Vi's eyes. Under the resonance of the Spirit Realm, Vi could even clearly feel the faint joy hidden within Caitlyn's emotions.
Caitlyn's emotions were complex; of course, it wasn't just joy. When Caitlyn began her self-introduction, Vi could clearly feel her internal apprehension, tension, embarrassment, shyness, and even shame. But all these emotions representing resistance transformed into a relieved sense of ease once Caitlyn started speaking—and faintly, a joy as if she had laid down all her burdens.
It was exactly at this moment that Vi suddenly felt the world spinning. This snapped her slightly out of the resonance. Opening her eyes, looking past the resonant video playing in her mind, what entered her vision was the sight of Faen picking her up and throwing her back onto the bed.
"This bastard..."
Thinking this angrily, Vi watched almost helplessly as Faen tore off the clothes of her body—which was currently sunk deep into the resonance, temporarily devoid of conscious control, and acting solely on instinct. He then pried open one of her firm, shapely thighs and casually hoisted it onto his shoulder with a light chuckle.
Despite her anger, Vi found that she wasn't actually that furious. Instead, her heart was filled with indescribable, complex thoughts. But Vi quickly realized this was because Caitlyn's thoughts were influencing her own mind during the resonance process.
Realizing this, Vi subconsciously wanted to resist that bastard Faen—at least to demand he do it while she was fully conscious, rather than taking advantage of her so blatantly.
But just as Vi tried to control her body to struggle slightly, she found the images in her mind beginning to flicker and stutter, like a bad internet connection.
Will controlling my body now affect the resonance recording? Thinking this and looking at Caitlyn's appearance in the video, Vi fell into a brief dilemma. On one hand, Vi wanted to know what happened to Caitlyn afterward. If Caitlyn hadn't given up resisting, then no matter what, she had to help Caitlyn fight Faen. On the other hand, if she didn't cut off these images now, heaven knew what Faen would do to her body, which was currently reduced to pure physiological reactions and utterly defenseless.
Not having been overly affected by the Joy Factor, the current Vi—even though she had surrendered her first time and felt some intoxicating impulses—still lacked deep exposure to it. She could still muster her spirit to resist the craving for ultimate bliss echoing in her mind.
Originally, Vi's bottom line for coming to Faen this time was to trade her first time to this guy in exchange for an opportunity to truly contact and understand the current Caitlyn.
Based on Vi's understanding, whether it was Caitlyn or Zeri, a large part of the reason they willingly became Faen's sexual partners was that the Joy Factor enhanced their perception of pleasure. Faen hadn't hidden this from Caitlyn, Vi, or the others; in fact, he seemed happy to inform them.
Is he this honest because he's confident enough that once a woman tastes it, she'll never forget it?
Vi didn't know, but she more or less realized that the Joy Factor was likely connected to Faen's bodily fluids—specifically, that thing. So, as long as she didn't end up like Caitlyn, getting her belly pumped full of Faen's milk, there shouldn't be any major problems, right?
But who could have expected it? Under the step-by-step seduction of this demon-like guy Faen, she went from having her "doves" casually kneaded and her mouth tasted, to later half-willingly serving him with her breasts and tongue. And now, Faen clearly intended to take it a step further. Just like he treated Caitlyn, he was roughly pinning her to the bed, preparing to loudly and messily pump her belly full of life essence.
Thinking this, recalling the feeling of Faen thrusting into her flesh just moments ago, Vi found that although she was somewhat angry, she didn't feel much resistance. Faintly, she even felt some curiosity—or rather, anticipation—about what that feeling was really like. The feeling that could make the calm and intelligent Caitlyn display an infatuation and depravity that not even a Trench whore would show.
With one of Vi's legs resting on his shoulder, aiming at the flower bud, Faen didn't rush to enter. Instead, he said unhurriedly, "Alright, I know you can hear me. If you're unwilling, you can actually say so right now. I can project the resonance recording for you again—however."
Hearing this, Vi subconsciously felt excited, but simultaneously, a sliver of disappointment arose. It was as if a part of her internal expectations had fallen through. But ultimately, all these shifting thoughts were turned into curiosity by that single "however."
"...H-however... what?"
Vi asked, her voice strained and panting heavily.
While Faen used his medicine pestle to grind against the outer petals of the flower bud—churning the petals, which were already soaked beyond recognition by dew, into a mess—he said unhurriedly, "However, if your body can synchronize and do the same things as the resonance recording, it will greatly enhance the efficiency of the resonance, allowing you to feel Caitlyn's emotional fluctuations much more clearly."
"Of course, the price is that this time won't be like before, just going back and forth in the tunnel or hovering at the entrance of the flower heart." Faen reached out a finger and poked at Vi's lower abdomen. The clearly defined v-lines were very elastic, but under Faen's strength, a small indentation was still poked deeply into them. This gave Vi an inexplicable sensation—
Abdominal pressing. Many people cannot understand why someone would enjoy being hit. But in reality, this behavior is less about being beaten and more about striking the body's surface to send shockwaves and vibrations to the womb inside, thereby producing corresponding pleasure. Now, Faen was pressing down with slight force. Although it didn't look like he was pushing hard, the force directly bypassed the surface skin and flesh, reaching straight to the life-nurturing womb.
To Vi, that finger felt as if it had been directly shoved into her mouth and was churning around inside. The bizarre sensation made Vi's body tense up, and even her toes curled tightly.
Faen wasn't satisfied with merely teasing with his fingertips. His broad, large hand suddenly opened, his five fingers digging deeply into Vi's firm, elastic abdominal muscles, pressing down fiercely with domineering force!
"Ahhh—! S-stop... not there... mngh!"
As her lower abdomen was forcibly pressed inward, Vi's womb—which had never carried a foreign object before—produced an extremely violent spasm under the heavy pressure. The extreme aching fullness instantly shot from the depths of her abdominal cavity to her four limbs and hundreds of bones. That shock, so overwhelmingly stimulating it made her soul tremble, caused this normally tough, unyielding cool girl's eyes to roll back. Her neck arched back violently, forming a beautiful curve. Her long, full thighs, wrapped in black fishnets, kicked wildly in mid-air, her toes curled tight from the extreme pleasure.
"Squelch... drip..."
In the quiet bedroom, an extremely sticky and frequent watery sound was clearly audible. Vi's originally tender, red, and swollen flower bud, under Faen's "abdominal pressing" training, acted like a broken faucet, frantically spraying scalding love juices outward with every breath she took. Beneath the clear outline strained against the tight fabric, crystal-clear slutty water mixed with the thick male musk in the air, flowing wantonly down her plump buttocks and thoroughly soaking a large patch of the expensive bedsheets.
This extreme sense of humiliation—"clearly conscious that she was being toyed with by the enemy, yet her body was orgasming to the point of incontinence because her womb was being ravaged"—became the final straw that crushed Vi's will. She gasped heavily for air, her fragrant tongue unconsciously licking her lips. She had completely melted into a puddle of mud within that poison called "Joy," able to emit only the broken, lowly, begging whimpers of a female dog.
"Rather, like Caitlyn and the others, I'll go to the very deepest part of the flower house," Faen said gently.