Hearing Seraphine's words, feeling the blurry love in the girl's eyes, and glancing at the girl's lower body overflowing with juices—the rough rod had pounded the flower bud into a mess, unable to close for a long time. The delicate petals dragged the bright red bud, opening and closing with her breathing, even revealing the soft flesh of the inner walls. And the virgin blood, dyed pink by the essence, also slowly flowed out in this opening and closing. It just kept flowing, but showed no sign of decreasing; obviously, it had been completely filled inside and wouldn't be drained clean for a while.
Even Faen couldn't help but marvel at how alluring this little fairy was at this moment.
At the same time, this was also where Seraphine and Zeri differed—apart from harming her family, harming Zaun, or harming bottom-level workers, which Zeri wouldn't agree to without sufficient reason, in other aspects, Zeri would almost accept all requests proposed by Faen. Especially since Zeri's magic power made her emotions and perception far more active than ordinary people, combined with the mental pressure of being out of place with the land of Zaun. So Zeri quite enjoyed showing her most base, lowly, even slutty side completely unguarded in front of Faen.
Although both completely trusted Faen, the difference between Seraphine and Zeri was that the resonance ability of melody magic allowed Seraphine to perceive some thoughts deep in Faen's heart—under Faen's permission.
Just like now. Knowing Faen hoped she still maintained a sound personality, persisting in the ideal of changing the environment of the Twin Cities. But also hoping she had no personality and ideals at all in private, a sex doll whose mind was only filled with pleasing Faen.
But Seraphine didn't think there was any problem with this—"Because when I'm with Mr. Faen, I also just want to blindly enjoy joy and happiness without thinking about anything."
Seraphine said softly while crawling in front of Faen making him sit on the edge of the bed. Then she tied her hair behind her head, knelt between his legs, using her doves to tightly clamp the rod still sticky with snow-white spring cream, cleaning it meticulously and gently with her small mouth.
And even under such circumstances, Seraphine still firmly remembered Faen's initial command, opening her eyes wide looking at Faen full of love. Sometimes swallowing deeply, sometimes kissing continuously, making the half-soft rod stand erect again, with added dotted lipstick marks.
And looking at Seraphine's eyes full of submission amidst haziness, Faen also smiled and nodded, then narrowed his eyes, leaning one hand on the bed, rubbing the girl's beautiful hair with the other hand, enjoying quietly.
Faen's psychology was also quite awkward. On the one hand, he hoped the girls around him only had him in their hearts; on the other hand, he didn't hope they lost their most precious and unique spirits.
Saying it like this seems somewhat hard to understand? Then to put it more bluntly, it was hoping they could still be independent and self-reliant, possessing their own persistence, noble spirits, and beautiful virtues. Like Zeri, forever sunny and cheerful, possessing the vitality of life. Like Janna, forever cool and noble, untainted by mortal vulgarity. And like Seraphine in front of him, forever understanding, hoping people have a better tomorrow...
But while still possessing such spirits, Faen hoped they would turn into private exclusive playthings in private, whose minds only had him, obeying his orders unconditionally, giving whatever he wanted, willing to be toyed with wantonly.
Thinking this, Faen couldn't help but feel a burst of shame. Because the current Faen could clearly feel that he actually quite enjoyed this contrast of the girls. Those girls who were sunny, cheerful, upright, serious, gentle, elegant, spotless, and otherworldly in front of outsiders, would actively lift their skirts, raise their feet, spread the entrance of the Peach Blossom Spring, biting their lips begging for pleasure with coquettish eyes like silk in private in front of him...
Am I someone with a rather low moral level?
Faen was suspicious, but quickly recognized the reality—
All fucking blame Ashlesh!
It must be fucking Ashlesh's fanatical pursuit of twisted joy that affected him, which led him to exceptionally enjoy this twisted mentality and emotion, even drawing a large amount of joy from it, strengthening the power brought by this essence.
Thinking this, Faen relaxed a lot at once.
So it was all Ashlesh's doing, then there's no way around it.
After all, to suppress Ashlesh's malice, he indeed worked very hard. Really unable to hold back, occasionally indulging slightly was no big deal.
Ashlesh is really too bad!
Faen never had internal friction.
And as Seraphine's cleaning came to an end, Faen also cupped the back of the girl's head with his hands.
"A big one is coming."
"Mmhmm."
Her mouth stuffed full, Seraphine couldn't speak for a moment, but feeling Faen's thoughts, she still nodded slightly. Sapphire-like eyes looking at Faen, seemingly whispering softly that she was ready.
Seeing this, Faen thrust his waist suddenly, while pulling the girl's face to crash between his legs. Looking from behind, Seraphine's slender neck also bulged with a cylindrical outline. This rough behavior often produced many negative feelings including pain, nausea, disgust, dry heaving, suffocation, etc. But under the effect of the joy factor, Seraphine didn't produce much dissatisfaction. Instead, a slight haziness was added to her upturned eyes, as if falling into some sweet dream.
Immediately following, the muscles and esophagus above the girl's slender neck began to contract constantly. This made Faen unavoidably raise an eyebrow, then grabbing the girl's face and hair twitching violently.
Two ping-pong ball-sized things slapped against the girl's beautiful cheeks and jaw. Thinking that the sweet singing voice loved and worshipped by countless fans was now under his body being treated roughly so willingly, a smile also appeared at the corner of Faen's mouth. Then his waist trembled, the ball sacs contracted. Accompanied by rolling up eyeballs, accompanied by the girl's dazed eyes filled with joy, he sprayed and irrigated snow-white thick nutritious milk cream.
Completing the injection, Faen unhurriedly pulled the rod out of the girl's mouth.
Almost the moment it was pulled out, the girl slumped weakly, covering her mouth with one hand and supporting the ground with the other as if losing support. Accompanied by bulging small cheeks, the girl swallowed continuously several times before looking up at Faen sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze. Then opening her mouth, supporting the outline of her small mouth with her hands, between the pure white shell teeth, the fragrant tongue flipped up and down revealing the soft and tender cavity wall flesh, seemingly whispering softly again that she swallowed it all, without hiding or keeping any.