With both her body and mind gradually familiarizing themselves with the sensation brought by Faen, Caitlyn also guided the baguette slightly with her hand and then sat down on it.
As the pestle entered her flesh, a look of happiness and satisfaction emerged on Caitlyn's face, which had originally shown fatigue. Like a traveler who had walked under the scorching sun in the desert for a long time finally arriving at an oasis, her physical and psychological thirst was satisfied. Caitlyn involuntarily narrowed her eyes and let out comfortable pants, then rested her head on Faen's shoulder, swaying her waist gently.
In contrast, on the other side, as the meeting ended, Vi waited at the door for a good while. But after waiting and waiting, until long after the last person had walked out, she still hadn't seen Caitlyn's figure.
Somewhat puzzled, after asking the attendant in the hallway and confirming that Caitlyn hadn't left, Vi went directly inside to look for her partner.
"Caitlyn, are you there? Why aren't you coming out?"
Walking through the corridor, Vi called Caitlyn's name softly with a puzzled face. Since the place had been cleared, Vi's voice formed layers of echoes in the conference room. The empty environment made Vi feel a burst of helplessness, but since Caitlyn indeed hadn't left here, Vi could only walk towards the lounge further inside.
Having entered the state, Caitlyn, with both feet on the armrests of the chair, panted heavily while hugging Faen. A pair of cold eyes were now moistened by intense love, hazy as if surrounded by a layer of water mist. Her upper body hugged Faen's chest there, her exquisite face resting on Faen's shoulder. Accompanied by panting, her beautiful waist rose and fell constantly.
And under that vigorous movement, having become familiar with Faen's shape, the current Caitlyn wasn't as stiff as before. Instead, while being tight enough, she continued to splash drops of waves with every rise and fall.
But just as Caitlyn fought more bravely, addicted to this pleasure, suddenly—"Caitlyn~ are you there~"
Hearing the voice coming from outside, that familiar voice made Caitlyn's body stiffen abruptly. Her constantly swaying waist bent down suddenly, and that originally tender and juicy body became exceptionally rigid.
To this, Faen just placed his hand on the female officer's buttocks with a comfortable expression—this kind of sudden surprise would make Faen feel heartfelt joy no matter how many times. Because this wasn't just physiological stimulation; the drastic mental changes could equally make Faen feel heartfelt joy.
Raising her head somewhat flusteredly, Caitlyn cast her nervous and uneasy gaze at Faen and said: "I... we have to stop for a bit!"
"Why stop? Isn't it very comfortable?"
Hearing Caitlyn's inquiry, Faen chuckled and thrust twice. And being already in a tense state, her body exceptionally sensitive and tight, the originally nervous Caitlyn couldn't help trembling. Accompanied by the loss of balance, breast waves flying, her eyes also rippled with a mixture of nervousness and uneasiness.
Vi's arrival obviously made Caitlyn generate some more complex thoughts. Look, before, although her body temperature rose and she panted constantly due to continuous intercourse. But now, on the original basis, a layer of fine sweat appeared all over Caitlyn's body. Sweat glands were so; fluids secreted from other places were needless to say. And accompanied by the body's tension and temperature rise, this extra fluid also provided a large amount of lubrication. In terms of stimulation level, according to Faen's physical test, it increased by at least more than thirty percent.
"I... I love you. I, I am yours..." Enduring Faen taking advantage of the situation to enter, Caitlyn trembled while hugging Faen tightly and said intermittently and difficultly: "But... but Vi is my friend... You can see my soul and thoughts directly, you can see, I also know, you definitely know I have already regarded myself as your thing..."
"Then why are you still so nervous?"
Faen placed his hand gently on Caitlyn's smooth back. While thrusting into the deepest part mercilessly, he said softly: "Since you have no feelings for her, why are you so nervous?"
"I just don't want to hurt her..." Caitlyn panted and explained, her eyes full of infatuation captured by pleasure, almost losing the ability to think, explaining purely by instinct: "She is a good girl... she is the first friend I met who... hopes I can be well..."
Hearing Caitlyn's words, Faen didn't feel surprised.
Just like Caitlyn said, having been marked with the Joy Mark, Caitlyn's thoughts were open and transparent in Faen's vision. Wanting to know the memories and secrets in Caitlyn's mind was just a thought away. It was just that Faen rarely peeked directly into others' hearts—and returning the favor, Caitlyn also actively opened her mental defense more than once, actively letting Faen know her thoughts of wanting to be humiliated as a toy by Faen, played with without bottom line, and enjoying this sense of immorality of being completely enslaved without dignity.
Similarly, for Caitlyn, Vi was a special person. Growing up in fierce competition since childhood, Caitlyn had no friends—or rather no true friends. In Caitlyn's impression, whether other peers in the family or peers in other families, they were all her competitors. And whether her mother or the elders of the family, they were constantly paying attention to various thoughts about responsibility, status, and competition.
Growing up under this pressure, for Caitlyn, a good person like Vi who was carefree, tough outside but soft inside, was different... And precisely because Vi sincerely hoped Caitlyn would be well, Caitlyn also sincerely hoped Vi could be better. At least, Caitlyn didn't want to hurt such a good person... and, friend.
And feeling Caitlyn's thoughts, Faen nodded, but his movements didn't have any intention of stopping or even slowing down. Instead, in the process of constant entry, he said softly: "But you avoiding Vi all the time like this, isn't it also hurting her?"
Hearing this, Caitlyn didn't speak, just listening to Vi's increasingly closer shouts and footsteps, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid.
"You tried to suppress physical and mental desires through Vi, which also made Vi realize her true thoughts. But immediately after this, you avoided meeting her all the time; isn't this also a kind of hurt?"
Thinking this, Faen picked up Caitlyn, turned around and entered the small cubicle on the side just before Vi came in. The internal space was very small, but enough for Faen to pin Caitlyn against the wall with her back to him. However, restricted by the space, Caitlyn could only arch her buttocks slightly and couldn't make any extra movements.