Having returned to the Material Realm, Seraphine was incredibly enthusiastic upon meeting Sona. Initially, Sona still harbored slight doubts in her heart, somewhat worried about whether Seraphine, who also possessed melody magic, could truly become her friend. However, Seraphine's enthusiasm undoubtedly greatly encouraged the timid Sona, giving her the courage to respond proactively.
Sometimes, you have to admit that pretty girls naturally possess an advantage in making friends that others lack, especially when they are as passionate and lively as Seraphine. Even Sona, who was used to living alone, felt much more vibrant after interacting with Seraphine, even occasionally asking questions on her own initiative.
This was unimaginable for the Sona of the past. Even when riding on horseback with Faen, sitting right on top of his "whip" and feeling so parched and hot from the scorching sensation, as long as Faen didn't say anything, Sona would habitually endure it in silence.
Because of their melody magic, unless Faen actively tapped into their "signal," not even he could eavesdrop on Sona and Seraphine's conversations—let alone Akali or Riven.
Precisely because of this layer of protection, driven by curiosity, the questions Seraphine asked were quite bold.
"Sona, Sona, have you done it with Darling yet?"
"...Done what?" Hearing this, a look of bewilderment and confusion appeared in Sona's eyes. If it were anyone else, the current Seraphine would be basically certain that the girl in front of her hadn't yet been fucked into a bitch by her husband and become one of her "sisters." But since it was Sona...
Although their interaction had been brief, through Sona's pure and transparent melody, Seraphine could confirm that Sona was genuinely a clueless little airhead who knew absolutely nothing about such things.
"I mean making love!" Seraphine clarified, adding, "You know, using Darling's thick, hard thing to thrust into the place where babies are made."
Hearing Seraphine's words and description, Sona's eyes were filled with confusion for a moment. But then, as if realizing something, she cast her gaze downward toward her nether regions.
Although she didn't remember it very clearly, back at the orphanage, the matron had given the children some basic sex education, including things about menstruation. And according to what the matron had said...
Oh, right, it's poking me right now.
Feeling the scorching, boiling heat wedged between her two petals, even though it wasn't the first day, Sona still felt a genuine wave of dry mouth and burning skin.
Before this, Sona hadn't felt there was anything wrong with it. After all, Mr. Faen was very gentle; he definitely had his reasons for doing so. And since it was her first time out in the wider world, it was just her body getting a little hot and leaking a bit of water down below. If Mr. Faen didn't say anything about it, she shouldn't cause any trouble.
But now, hearing Seraphine put it like that...
So this is love?
Thinking this, Sona inexplicably felt a bit more relaxed.
Although Sona had never said or expressed it, she had always been terrified of Faen disliking or detesting her... Well, that might be stating it a bit too severely. To be precise, she was afraid of being hated or making Faen angry.
Because if Faen got angry, the only person who could talk and chat with her would vanish. But looking at it now... Mr. Faen must have noticed her abnormalities, right? That's why he had been silently holding her like this, expressing himself through actions.
Thinking this, Sona felt a surge of joy well up in her heart. This also made Faen look at the Sona in his arms with some surprise—while they were riding perfectly fine, Sona's already incredibly soft body suddenly grew even softer. If the hotdog below was previously just half-clamped between the two petals, now it could be said that it was completely embedded within the crevice of the plump buns. And having just settled in deeper, Faen felt gushes of hot fluid trickling down continuously. Completely different from the gentle, intermittent trickles of before, the volume of water this time had noticeably increased.
Sona nodded carefully and said, "I... I've done it. But it's always been just sitting like this... and then, love."
Seeming to sense that Faen behind her was a bit surprised, Sona raised her head, looked at him, and offered a sweet smile.
This left Faen feeling somewhat baffled, not knowing why Sona suddenly acted this way. But then, Faen noticed Seraphine riding beside him—also on horseback, Seraphine flashed a mischievous smile upon noticing Faen's gaze.
Although she didn't explain, Faen more or less realized that the reason Sona had truly relaxed was due to Seraphine's involvement. While feeling happy about it, Faen acutely noticed that Sona's relaxation and the mischievous smile Seraphine shot him were not entirely related.
Although they seemed completely unconnected, based on Faen's understanding of Seraphine, her reaction just now clearly wasn't seeking praise for a job well done. It was more like, "I know everything~". It gave off the impression that he had secretly banged Sona behind her back, and she had just caught him in the act.
Feeling somewhat speechless, Faen didn't take it too much to heart. After all, having an extra source of enjoyment, why not?
Thinking this, Faen slowly exhaled a breath of cloudy air. Normally, if he were tempted by a pretty girl like this, he would have dragged her straight into the Spirit Realm and buried his head in hard work. But right now, he couldn't. Syndra was probably about to come out of seclusion soon, so he needed to prepare and save up some "stock" to ensure a one-shot pregnancy.
Besides that...
For a naive, kind, pure, and beautiful girl like Sona, Faen didn't intend to just wolf her down and impulsively take her virginity before she even realized what was happening.
There had to be some sense of ritual. Hastily snatching a virginity was dull and boring. He definitely had to do it under the watchful eyes of the other girls, having Sona proactively spread her legs, consciously part those plump, hairless buns, and record the scene on video. He would capture the moment Sona willingly offered up her most precious thing, and later store it alongside the bedsheet dotted with red plum blossoms, framing and collecting it to admire whenever he needed.
Mhm, I also need to find a way to restore Sona's ability to speak. Because without sound, the viewing value drops significantly.
While Faen was lost in thought, elsewhere, Syndra arrived before the cave where Soraka was living in seclusion.