Time flows faster in the spiritual realm than in the material realm. Having enjoyed almost two hours in the spiritual realm, the intensity of the process made even Faen marvel at Sona's incredibly soft and supple body.
She looked as if she were made of water, and when they were fucking, her wetness flowed endlessly like a river. But unexpectedly, Sona was much more resilient than Faen had anticipated.
By Faen's own estimation, if Riven had to endure this level of intensity, she would start begging for mercy within half an hour at most. But what about Sona? Although she entered a dazed, scattered state right from the beginning, looking as if she would be fucked into unconsciousness at any moment, facts proved that Sona's endurance far exceeded Riven's. Especially since this endurance wasn't just her gritting her teeth and holding on; she was genuinely throwing her body and soul into the sex. This was evident from the fact that Sona's pussy remained dripping wet from start to finish, completely devoid of the dryness that comes from overexertion...
And when Faen walked out, he was surprised to find someone else in his room.
"Akali? What are you doing here?"
Looking at the arriving Akali with some astonishment, Faen was a little surprised. Because before this, although Akali was rebellious, she was generally a rule-abiding person... Her so-called rebellion was merely having different ideas from the traditional teachings of the Kinkou Order. To this, Akali didn't answer immediately; instead, she glanced at Sona beside Faen.
Her emerald green eyes narrowed slightly. Although she was still a young teenage girl, Akali wasn't an innocent, naive "little girl" who knew nothing of the world like Sona. In fact, quite the opposite: as an acolyte of the Kinkou Order, Akali's opponents had always been Ionian criminals and evil spirits.
This was also a very unique aspect—although Ionia advocated peace, harmony, and balance, and rarely produced heinous criminals, once one did appear, they were never your average run-of-the-mill villains.
Furthermore, evil spirits fed on the inner emotions of people. Due to all these reasons, although Akali was still very young, aside from her so-called rebelliousness, she was actually quite mature.
At least in Faen's eyes, Akali's rebellion was entirely within the acceptable range of a teenage girl's dramatic mood swings. In terms of ideological maturity, however... many so-called sages in Ionia actually clung to unrealistic, naive delusions.
But no matter how mature she was, Akali was ultimately still a young girl. So, upon seeing Faen and Sona walking out of the spiritual realm, Akali subconsciously raised her eyebrows.
After all, having fucked like crazy in the spiritual realm for over three hours, it was absolutely impossible for Faen and Sona to not have a single trace of it on their bodies. In Akali's line of sight, Sona was being intimately held in Faen's arms. Sona's completely clinging posture, looking exactly like Faen's property, was secondary; what mattered more was the clothes Sona was currently wearing.
Rather than calling them clothes, it was more like a simple layer of sheer chiffon. It was draped so thinly over her body that not only could Akali clearly see the skin underneath, but she could also vividly see Sona's milk-melons, which were still slightly sagging from being ruthlessly overused. At the tips of those heavy breasts, the blood-engorged, swollen nipples were secreting copious amounts of breast milk, completely soaking through the sheer fabric. This not only caused the gauze to stick tightly to Sona's skin but also allowed one to clearly see the pink areolas, which were noticeably several sizes larger than those of ordinary girls.
And there was no need to even mention her lower half. Her long, plump thighs were now covered in marks of rough ravagement. Setting aside how she trembled unsteadily as she walked, thick white fluids were still continuously dripping out from between her legs.
Noticing Akali's gaze, Sona seemed to feel a bit of shame, but she didn't try to cover up or hide. Instead, she lightly bit her lip and hugged Faen's arm tighter. A gentle, faint smile remained on her face as she looked at Akali. It wasn't really a show of dominance; it seemed she was just frankly telling Akali that everything was exactly as she thought—she had become Faen's property.
As for Faen standing beside her, it was even more obvious. Although he had a towel wrapped around his waist, through the gaps in the towel, Akali could clearly see a massive, dark silhouette hanging between his legs. Under the room's lighting, Akali could even see that the huge outline was covered in pink lipstick marks.
As if by coincidence, the color of those lipstick marks matched Sona's lip color perfectly. Furthermore, it was obvious that Sona had just applied it not long ago. And putting on lipstick in the middle of the night clearly wasn't for dressing up for a normal outing. Or rather, she was indeed dressing up, just not for an outing, but to please someone.
Just as she was thinking this, Akali was suddenly startled, because staring blankly like this was obviously...
If it were a normal person, they would have left by now—even if they didn't leave outright, they would have found an excuse to slip away. But ever since Faen decided to pick up the pace, he had openly started using the Joy Factor. Even Xayah, who despised humans and believed human bloodlines were inferior to Vastayans, had a massive change in attitude towards Faen after ingesting it recently. Let alone Akali, who hadn't been very guarded against Faen from the start and even had a good impression of him because he agreed with her ideals?
So, even though she realized something was wrong, she couldn't help but sniff the air, taking in Sona's female musk, the scent of the semen she had been pumped full of, and the heavy male pheromones radiating from Faen.
Or rather, especially the male pheromones. Because Akali could clearly see that although the shadow between Faen's legs was drooping downward at first, with her arrival—and especially after she unconsciously stared at that spot for a while—her teacher's manhood started to react. In just a few breaths, it went from hanging limply between his thighs to being rock hard.
Standing tall and proud, radiating waves of heat, and accompanied by that intense musky odor, Akali could clearly see the pre-cum constantly secreting and dripping from the head...
Realizing something was wrong, Akali turned her head slightly to the side and said in a somewhat strained tone, "Um... Teacher, maybe you need to change your clothes?"
"I was about to rest, I didn't expect such a sudden surprise."
Saying this, Faen asked Akali, "Rather than my clothes, is there a reason you came looking for me in the middle of the night?"