Because they had held back for far too long, this time, neither Faen nor Syndra intended to end things hastily after just one or two rounds. As the man and woman roared and screamed lewdly like wild beasts, Sona felt as if her soul had completely left her body, leaving only an empty shell instinctively taking everything in.
No, she couldn't take it in at all.
At first, Sona was barely able to maintain her sense of self, using the melodies in her mind to keep herself alert. But it wasn't long before the surrounding girls also got into the mood, beginning to masturbate on their own, or even assisting and comforting each other. Amidst the crowd, the isolated Sona felt a loneliness and solitude similar to what she had experienced in the past.
However, unlike before, the loneliness and solitude Sona previously endured were mostly the result of cold violence and isolation from others due to her inability to speak. Sona could understand that, and she knew why they isolated her—even though it made her sad, she could still understand, and was willing to understand.
But now it was different. Sona truly felt she couldn't understand. And aside from the lack of understanding, there was another point: although she was out of place, these girls around her weren't intentionally ignoring her or playing pranks on her out of fear of losing other friends, like her peers at the orphanage did.
On the contrary, aroused by passion, Seraphine placed her hand over Sona's. Her eyes filled with a misty haze of pleasure, she invited, "Come... let's feel the joy together, Sona."
Through the communication of melody magic, Sona not only heard Seraphine's voice but also felt the craving, pleasure, and joy originating from deep within Seraphine's heart. And the sincere wish for Sona to become one of her sisters.
"It feels so good," Seraphine said, staring at Sona with sparkling eyes while pressing Zeri's head down to help her lick and soothe her juicy petals, which had gone without an injection for a long time.
"Once any woman tastes Darling's thing just once, she can never, ever forget it... Actually, Sona should remember it too, right? The feeling of Darling's thing clamped between your petals. Scorching, blazing, hideous, beautiful, dreamy... With just the slightest movement, it scrapes against the tender flesh walls, generating astonishing pleasure, sending endless ripples through a person's soul."
Perhaps Zeri's mouth and tongue were moving faster and faster, as faint threads of electricity transmitted from the tip of Zeri's tongue to Seraphine's clitoris. The intense stimulation caused Seraphine's expression to lose control, her demeanor and movements becoming increasingly depraved.
"Especially when Darling's thing pushes deep into the baby room and makes your belly bulge up! You absolutely cannot understand that kind of pleasure without experiencing it yourself; no beautiful melody or singing voice could describe even a ten-thousandth of that dreamlike feeling! Ugh... I really want to have a baby too! I really want to have a baby for Darling, and be Darling's favorite little doggie to use together!"
By the end, under Zeri's stimulation, Seraphine's eyes rolled back, and her entire body trembled violently. Wearing no underwear, the squirting fluid instantly soaked her cute pink skirt completely. Tongue hanging half out, she stared dazedly at Faen, who was still lodged in the deepest part of Syndra's body, continuously pumping cream into her with low growls. Seraphine's eyes were filled with intense envy and craving.
While Sona was still unsure of how to reply, Caitlyn walked directly in front of her. Before Sona could snap back to reality, Caitlyn reached her hands down into Sona's dress from above, kneading her massive breasts and saying peacefully, "Sona looks like a girl who needs someone to help her take that first step... Mhm, just as I thought. Without the barrier of the gauze dress, the softness one can feel goes a step further."
Watching the pair of hands reach into her clothes and casually knead her breasts, Sona couldn't help but stiffen her neck. Although she couldn't speak, her quickening breath and increasingly flushed face silently proved that she was experiencing intense pleasure from it.
Right at that moment, another girl arrived late.
"Ah! Has it already started? I'm so stupid, I lost track of time meditating!"
Following the voice, Irelia—wearing a training outfit similar to a yoga suit, her black hair flowing, looking slightly younger than the rest of the girls—arrived at the scene. The stretchy fabric clung tightly to the young girl's body. Seeing the distinct Ionian patterns on it, Sona instinctively thought her savior had arrived. Also from Ionia, this little girl should... huh?
Before Sona could process it, as Irelia ran over quickly, Sona saw that the training outfit outlined the girl's breasts and lower body completely. And as the girl's figure drew closer, Sona could even see that the dark training outfit was already visibly soaked. Her light jog left a trail of wetness on the sand.
If the other girls only found it unbearable after watching for a while, then clearly, this girl was already in the zone just from thinking about it.
Especially through the perception of melody magic. If the other girls still harbored some thoughts of restraint due to their respective personalities, then this little girl's love and trust for Faen reached a level of absolute, fanatical obsession—even among this group of girls. It felt as if... as if she had craved to become Faen's lover for a very, very long time, and now that her wish had finally come true and she had been further trained into a personal little dog, the time they spent together in the past, combined with her internal submission as a sex slave, had twisted her love into something even more depraved and unrestrained.
It wasn't far from the truth. After all, compared to the other girls, it was no exaggeration to say Faen had watched Irelia grow up. And in Irelia's heart, Faen—who was like a brother and a father to her—had become her lover. He would affectionately caress her, protect her, and teach her. He would pin her down, constantly use her, fill her up, and humiliate her. Combined with the activation and facilitation of the Joy Factor, even if given the choice to return to the Ionia before Faen left for Zaun, Irelia probably wouldn't hesitate for a second to choose this dreamlike feeling.
On the other side, accompanying the explosive shot of another thick load of life essence, Syndra seemed to feel it and let out a cry of satisfaction.
The ritual was complete.