Although she was fully mentally prepared, when the real battle began, Sarah still realized she had thought about all of this far too simply.
Like a tireless machine, Faen—benefiting from Sarah's tactful inclusion of everything she owned as part of the transaction—directly pulled out the recording device this time as well. Despite her preparations, facing this "work trail" behavior, Sarah still displayed slight resistance and discomfort. However, this discomfort only lasted for a brief moment. Soon after, Sarah gradually lost herself in the waves of ecstasy, slowly submitting to the instincts of her own body...
Waking up from her sleep, Sarah habitually stretched lazily. Accompanied by a series of cracking sounds from her spine and joints, a low, comfortable hum escaped her lips.
Opening her eyes, she looked at the large bed beneath her and the man who had already disappeared, falling into a brief silence.
Although she appeared incredibly open-minded, easily giving away her first time, and even giving off the impression that she didn't care much about this sort of thing—like a promiscuous girl—now, left alone, Sarah couldn't help but feel a touch of melancholy. Actually, Sarah knew very well that if her mother and father were still alive, they would definitely not allow her to degrade herself like this just for revenge.
But sadly, there was no other way. They were dead, and the only purpose left for her to keep living was revenge.
As for her body...
Propping herself up somewhat laboriously, Sarah didn't actually feel much fatigue, and her mind was quite energetic. But for some unknown reason, there was an inexplicable discomfort all over her body.
Traces of Faen's wanton toying from last night still lingered on her curvaceous, snow-white body. Especially on her plump "doves"; aside from the clearly visible teeth marks, there were even two silver-woven rings. Piercing through her "red beans" and hanging from them, the slightest movement would cause friction, a reaction, and subsequent blood engorgement.
And aside from her "doves," the petals down below were not to be outdone. Only, it wasn't just simple rings, but rings connected by a fine chain... Although she knew very well that this was some manifestation of that guy Faen's desire to conquer, Sarah had to admit that, purely in terms of design, it actually looked quite nice.
Thinking this, Sarah couldn't help but lower her hand toward her parted petals. Although it was just a simple touch, the slight pain still made her body twitch involuntarily. Bringing her hand back up and looking at the residual liquid between her fingers, Sarah sighed inwardly—As expected, they still can't close, huh? But it couldn't be helped. After all, no matter how you thought about it, having something that massive stuffed inside, it was impossible to return to normal so quickly even if she wanted to.
Thinking this, and smelling the scent lingering at the tip of her nose, Sarah involuntarily sniffed. With an inexplicable craving welling up in her throat, Sarah knew this was likely the side effect Faen had mentioned: the Joy Factor making her exceptionally sensitive to everything related to him...
At this thought, Sarah didn't feel too much disgust. Even if her rationality told her this wasn't her own true craving, that same rationality also told her that, compared to total, sober clarity, sometimes immersing oneself in a certain illusion could greatly alleviate one's own pain.
Thinking this, Sarah swallowed, then brought the turbid whiteness on her fingers to her mouth and began to taste it carefully.
A strange, intense flavor... It definitely couldn't be called good, but it made Sarah feel inexplicably intoxicated.
As that metallic-sweet scent, carrying a strong male hormone aura, exploded in her oral cavity, Sarah only felt a "buzz" in her mind. Her originally relatively clear rationality was instantly swallowed by a magma-like, scorching sense of ultimate bliss. It wasn't just a shock to her taste buds; it was an atrocity acting directly on her soul through the Joy Factor.
"Mgh... hah... ah..."
Sarah involuntarily clamped her plump, long, beautiful legs tightly together. That pair of wet, soft flower lips—pierced with fine silver chains and still red, swollen, and out-turned—actually produced an extremely violent spasming and sucking reaction the moment her tongue touched Faen's essence. The extreme aching fullness shot straight from the depths of her womb to the top of her skull, causing her plump, ring-adorned "doves" to tremble wildly in the air. Her nutmeg-hard nipples swelled to their absolute limit from blood engorgement, nearly bursting the cold silver rings.
This lowly feeling of "being thoroughly marked, with every inch of mucous membrane screaming with the craving to be filled by Faen again" caused the future Empress of Bilgewater to collapse onto the messy bed without a shred of dignity. Her never-before-truly-cultivated yet fully ripened private parts frantically secreted scalding, viscous love juices due to excessive physiological excitement, flowing with squish-squelch sounds along the traces of their union. Sarah even greedily took her entire index finger into her mouth, trying to alleviate the emptiness inside her body—which felt like it was going to burn her to ashes—by licking the residual white paste between her fingers. Her eyes lost focus, her fragrant tongue hung slightly out, and her entire being sank into a lewd, dazed state of being thoroughly marinated by the Joy Factor. It was already impossible to tell if the breathy moans escaping her throat were an outlet for hatred or the joy of depravity.
Although she had been prepared long ago... for the side effects to hit this quickly, did something go wrong somewhere?
A slight complexity showed between her brows, and Sarah felt a mix of vibrant energy and inexplicable discomfort in her body. It was right when Sarah was absentmindedly tasting the unabsorbed milk that Faen walked over holding a food tray. Seeing Sarah's actions, Faen whistled.
"Quite the appetite, starting to eat the moment you wake up?"
Hearing this, Sarah couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth. Feeling Faen's gaze, Sarah—having just finished her first time—subconsciously brought her legs together. But upon realizing what she was doing, she gradually relaxed, shifted to a more comfortable sitting position on the bed, and shrugged at Faen with a look of indifference: "It's alright... I was just a little curious if the side effects you mentioned were real."
"And how does it feel now?" Faen asked with keen interest.
"It's real," Sarah shrugged and said. "I originally thought you were exaggerating, but looking at it now, I probably thought about it too simply... But speaking of which, why does my body feel inexplicably off? Weren't I supposed to get stronger?"
Sarah moved her body a few times. Feeling the ubiquitous sense of sluggishness, a look of confusion appeared in her eyes.
To this, Faen simply placed the food tray directly in front of Sarah. Sarah didn't waste words, immediately picking up the knife and fork and chewing heartily. However, her eyes remained fixed on Faen, filled with curiosity and a craving for answers.
Faen wasn't in a hurry either, simply saying unhurriedly, "Because you were too weak before."
"Too weak?" Sarah was puzzled.
"Yes, too weak," Faen nodded, then said, "Your perception of your own body is still stuck at the moment before you fell asleep last night. But during the time you were fast asleep, your body was also continuously accelerating its growth. Perhaps to your senses, you only slept for five or six hours, but in reality, you've slept for nearly three days."
"Three days?! Are you serious?" Sarah felt it was unbelievable.
"It's true, but that's in the Spirit Realm. Only about a day has passed in outside time," Faen shook his head, then continued, "Your body has grown fully during these three days, but your perception of your body is still stuck at its state from three days ago. Simply put, your 'software version' hasn't kept up. Once you get used to it for a while, your soul and flesh will naturally adapt to each other."
As he spoke, Faen reached out and tugged at the nipple ring. Amidst Sarah's soft gasp, he pulled the plump "dove" upward.
"See, not only has the shape become rounder and plumper, but as it grew larger, it also became perkier."
At this, Sarah began to pant slightly, but then she swatted Faen's hand away and humphed, "Who knows if what you're saying is true... And besides, if I slept for three days, why is my lower half still soaking wet? Don't tell me you wouldn't even let me off the hook while I was asleep?"
"Incorrect." Faen shrugged: "It's because your absorption rate of the Joy Factor sped up while you were asleep. To prevent your growth from ending prematurely, I injected some extra."
"..." After a brief silence, Sarah shook her head and sighed: "I don't even know if I should complain first about you acting completely inhuman, or complain about your terrifying, bottomless stamina..."