Forcing herself to endure her body's reactions, Caitlyn came to the amusement park's VIP lounge, seemingly relaxed but mentally tense—thanks to Piltover's favorable environment, the toilets in the amusement park were definitely not Zaun's indiscriminate defecation or rough dry latrines, but flush toilets with disposable seat covers. Of course, this was just for ordinary people; for the true upper class of Piltover, any public place would be equipped with a corresponding VIP lounge.
Using her identity from House Kiramman, Caitlyn entered unimpeded.
And not long after entering the lounge, Caitlyn could clearly feel her body starting to gradually lose control. With eyes full of solemnity, looking at herself in the sink mirror whose complexion showed unnatural excitement, Caitlyn didn't waste time, but immediately turned on the faucet to wash her face.
The slight coolness refreshed Caitlyn's spirit, but the mental uplift didn't truly relax Caitlyn. Even completely the opposite, accompanied by her spirit clearing slightly, her consciousness's perception of her physical state became increasingly clear instead.
Damn it, I was too eager for success. Thinking this, she also took a cup and started drinking continuously, trying to dilute the pleasure in her body with water flow—not panic, but Caitlyn remembered Faen once told her his power resided in water. Although unsure whether drinking water could alleviate this symptom, it didn't matter much, because the hug with Vi just now made the current Caitlyn happen to be parched.
But even after finishing a bottle of water, Caitlyn still didn't feel her body getting any better. Even completely the opposite, as her body failed to get true satisfaction for a long time, the desire for joy brewed in her body had begun to backlash against Caitlyn's body and thinking.
I shouldn't have been so anxious—but Caitlyn knew she didn't have much room for choice. Because accompanied by leaving Faen, even just losing the supply of the joy factor had already started making Caitlyn feel heartfelt unease. Especially after she felt she was happy when getting along with Vi, this made Caitlyn's thoughts disrupted by a momentary surprise. Out of fear of dependence on Faen, she subconsciously wanted to confirm further.
But her intense reaction fundamentally proved from the side that Faen had already left an indelible mark on her body, making her body produce unforgettable instincts... And all the resistance she tried was fundamentally helping her body recall the process of Faen entering her flower bud.
Although realizing these things now, looking around, Caitlyn could already feel her spirit somewhat trance-like. Uncontrollably, her mind was almost entirely filled with the figure of Faen galloping recklessly on her body. Even not just those she vaguely remembered before, accompanied by the further exploration of physical desire, Caitlyn even recalled those lewd words she instinctively said when fucked unconscious by Faen.
Caitlyn could be sure those were definitely not words she said... or rather definitely not words she could say when conscious. Originating from a famous family and receiving good education, although very peaceful and tolerant when getting along with Vi, actually Caitlyn never relaxed her requirements for herself even for a moment, especially regarding her own honor and words and deeds; these were responsibilities she should bear as the top student.
And now...
Not anger, Caitlyn only felt thick shame, and an inexplicable joy rolling in along with thick shame. Like suddenly breaking free from all restraints, Caitlyn even felt that accompanied by this shame, her flower house had already begun to descend slowly, urging her to recognize reality quickly, return to Zaun, and admit what she truly wanted...
This startled Caitlyn awake instantly—she must find a way to dilute, vent, release the dependence and desire for Faen aroused by her wrong behavior.
Thinking this, Caitlyn also swallowed, then quickly took off her pantyhose, spread her legs somewhat clumsily, reached out her hand, and started the first masturbation in her life.
Her slender fingers landed on the petals already wet with flowing water. The electric shock-like feeling made Caitlyn's body tremble violently. And accompanied by this momentary tremble, Caitlyn could also feel the desire for Faen in her body seemed to be slightly suppressed for an instant?
Although not perceiving very clearly, this still made Caitlyn feel extremely surprised. Then she took a deep breath, tentatively reaching her fingers in to stir constantly.
At first, this made Caitlyn feel a burst of relaxation and comfort, because after leaving Faen, especially after the life essence in her flower house and stomach was absorbed completely, and the joy factor was also gradually consumed, Caitlyn had been feeling tension and urgency constantly generating and approaching. And now, all this was effectively and fully relieved.
But soon, Caitlyn also realized her state was a bit strange. Or rather... just this level of joy couldn't suppress the true desire in her heart at all.
Especially after feeling these subtle joys, Caitlyn could even clearly realize that although her body got certain relief accompanied by masturbation in a short time, compared to the joy brought by Faen... if the joy brought by Faen was a tsunami, a storm, then what her fingers brought couldn't even count as a ladle of water, a wisp of wind. Even the initial relaxation was just her body instinctively thinking Faen was coming in...
And now, when the comfort felt was just continuous slight stimulation, her body produced stronger desire instead because of the gap of being deceived. Spirit and flesh depend on each other and influence each other; physical desire also gradually began to backlash against mental calmness. This made Caitlyn's forehead gradually covered with sweat drops, along with Faen's figure in her mind becoming more frequent and clearer, which made Caitlyn's movements increasingly intense...
Suddenly, Caitlyn's legs tensed suddenly, then a stream of water sprayed out from the flower bud between her thighs. But this water flow didn't last too long, giving the feeling of just casually fooling Caitlyn. Look, after a brief venting, what followed wasn't the satisfaction and fatigue Caitlyn longed for, but stronger desire and greed instead.
With no power to resist at all, Caitlyn sprawled on the chair just numbly swallowing, rubbing her flower bud. Accompanied by more and more frequent images of Faen in her mind, Caitlyn's fingers also gradually accelerated. But in the end, recalling those moments when she felt so comfortable she wanted to die, she could only stop this useless action in despair—
"Not enough, not enough at all... like this is not enough at all..." Looking at her juicy flower bud that had already opened actively and was still contracting rhythmically wave after wave, as if urging her. Caitlyn knew, the only thing that could make her quiet down, make her truly happy and blissful, was Faen's thing.
Thinking this, Caitlyn placed her hand on the Joy Mark that sank to her lower abdomen along with her flower house. As if unloading some heavy burden, Caitlyn laughed relievedly and miserably.