Hearing Sona's answer, a smile formed on Faen's lips. He then guided Sona, step by step, to complete the carving of the ritual.
As the ritual was completed, Sona could clearly feel many more voices appearing in her mind. Most of these voices were happy, filled with different hopes and expectations for the future, just as Sona had seen before. But beneath these superficial joys, on a much deeper level, lay the carnal bliss and pleasure originating from Faen's girls. Those girls who worked hard to realize their ideals, walked their own paths, and possessed noble qualities.
Although she couldn't directly know their exact thoughts through the spiritual realm, just a rough perception was enough for Sona to clearly realize what a group of profoundly noble people they were.
And all these people had coincidentally gathered by Faen's side... No, perhaps it wasn't a coincidence, but rather, they were drawn to him.
Sona thought quietly in her heart—just like herself, Faen had started as a stranger, gradually stepping into the hearts of these girls bit by bit. Then they slowly got to know each other, felt each other, and finally, amidst blissful ecstasy, they welcomed Faen's cock deep inside their bodies...
Thinking this, Sona couldn't help but purse her lips. Then, under Faen's gentle smile, she spoke with a somewhat rusty voice: "...Master."
Hearing Sona's spoken words, Faen raised his eyebrows in slight surprise, then said calmly, "I thought you would call me Mr. Faen—this is the very first sentence you've ever spoken in your life. Why call me Master?"
Hearing Faen's question, Sona smiled, her eyes crinkling. Although speaking was a first for Sona, the truth was she had never actually lost the ability to speak; she was simply unable to vocalize due to the influence of her innate sonic magic. Just like now, although her first sentence was a bit rusty, stuttering, and even distorted, her understanding of sonic magic combined with the fusion of the spiritual realm quickly allowed Sona to master a normal human vocal range.
Meeting Faen's gaze, Sona smiled sweetly and said, "Precisely because it's the first sentence I've spoken in my life, I wanted it to be more meaningful. Compared to a title like Mr. Faen, Sona wishes even more to stay by your side as yours forever."
Pausing for a moment, Sona lowered her head and added, "Though I did think about whether calling you 'Daddy' would be better. But compared to Master's other girls, I am just a newcomer and there's so much I don't understand. Once I can provide you with as much pleasure as those sisters do, I think only then will I be qualified to call you that."
Listening to Sona's soft words, a smile crept onto Faen's lips. Should he say, as expected of Sona? Under the connection of her sonic magic and the spiritual realm, she had learned how to please him so quickly... No, she didn't learn how to please him; she simply felt the carnal bliss in the spiritual realm and eagerly stepped into it on her own initiative.
Thinking this, Faen's massive cock rapidly pitched a tent. However, Faen wasn't in a rush to put his cock to work. Instead, he gently patted Sona's head and said with a loving smile, "There aren't so many restrictions on how you address me, so you don't need to worry too much. When the mood hits, the title in your heart will naturally slip out. Rather than holding back, let's just be completely honest and open from the very beginning."
Hearing Faen's words, feeling his hand resting on top of her head, and meeting his gaze, Sona bit her lip shyly and whispered softly, "Daddy."
Hearing Sona's words, Faen nodded in satisfaction. He then pushed Sona's head down and ruthlessly pressed his hard crotch right against her face.
Although there was still a layer of pants between them, Sona could already clearly feel the restless, scalding, throbbing meat beneath the fabric. With every breath, the strong, musky scent of a male seeped through the seams into the girl's nasal cavity, completely hijacking her entire brain.
Even though the real fucking hadn't even started yet, just from watching the orgy last night, Sona's mind and nerves had already been marinated in lust through the effects of her sonic magic. Now, feeling this heavy male scent at such close range, a seductive and hazy lust blossomed on Sona's doll-like exquisite face. Her body began to turn weak and compliant, her fresh natural scent morphing into a bewitching feminine musk, while the soft fleshy petals between her thighs...
Was this to be expected of a girl who had innately awakened sonic magic? In terms of empathy and resonance, Sona far surpassed even Seraphine. She was clearly still an untouched virgin who had only experienced some basic backdoor play, but now, just by taking a whiff of his scent, her body rapidly slipped into a state of extreme arousal.
Having experienced countless women, combined with the perception of the spiritual realm, Faen could clearly feel that Sona wasn't just getting turned on. She had literally started ovulating the moment she smelled his scent, and right now, even her womb had descended, as if eagerly preparing to welcome the hot load of his life essence the very first time his cock drove deep inside her.
However, Faen wasn't in a hurry to completely devour Sona just yet. Instead, he snapped his fingers, stripping away the excess clothing on his body. As his muscular physique was entirely exposed to the air, the unhindered giant cock slapped directly against Sona's fair, tender little face with a loud smack!, leaving a faint red mark on her cheek.
Sona didn't feel the slightest discomfort from this minor pain. On the contrary, she swallowed hard in belated realization. Feeling the scorching heat so close at hand and the increasingly intense musky odor, two stiff, swollen nipples clearly protruded against the fabric on her chest. As her breathing gradually sped up, her eyes glazed over with a misty, lustful haze.
As a woman as supple and moist as water, Sona always gave off a very soft and slow vibe. This characteristic held true even now. Even though the love juices dripping from her nether regions were flowing endlessly like a small river, Sona still suppressed her burning inner desire, patiently waiting for Faen's command.
This submissiveness made Faen nod in satisfaction. He then used his thick meat rod to tap against the girl's face and lips, saying leisurely, "Come, look at the camera first."
Hearing this, Sona subconsciously cast her gaze to the side, and what came into her sight was none other than a recording crystal manifested in the spiritual realm.