Within the Spirit Realm, the joy of others had nothing to do with Sona.
Sitting there all alone, although Sona wasn't intentionally isolated, she had no idea how to integrate herself into the group.
After a long while, Irelia—the first to take the baton and run the marathon after Syndra—was the first to retreat in defeat. Her belly bulging like a small melon, dripping with sweet nectar, she wobbled over and stopped in front of Sona, her swollen cervix hanging halfway out of her body. Aside from her exquisite face, her entire body was covered in purplish bruises from being ruthlessly ravaged. Even her delicate breasts were swollen and lactating from the secretion of pregnancy hormones, covered in bite marks. But having been completely "developed" by Faen into his dedicated meat sleeve, not only did Irelia feel no discomfort, but her face—radiating the vibrant glow of a woman thoroughly nourished—was filled with radiant happiness.
Watching Irelia walk toward her, Sona felt an inexplicable surge of nervousness all over her body. She wanted to dodge, but she didn't know where to go. She could only sit there awkwardly and restlessly, watching helplessly as Irelia collapsed onto her body to rest.
And on Irelia's body, Sona caught a familiar scent... It was Mr. Faen's scent.
Following the direction of the scent, Sona's gaze unwittingly landed between Irelia's legs. Immediately after, Sona abruptly looked away, not daring to look again.
Although she didn't know much about the intimate acts between men and women, the current Sona had more or less figured out many things about love. Even though she still didn't fully understand it, she had realized that the thick, yogurt-like substance was precisely what had come out of that terrifying thing Mr. Faen had been pressing against her nether regions the other day.
"Are you Ionian too?"
While Sona was still lost in thought, Irelia's voice came from beside her. Looking toward the voice and noticing Irelia, Sona pursed her lips and nodded gently.
Sona couldn't speak—but because she arrived late, Irelia didn't know that. Or perhaps, Irelia just didn't care. Being the first to take the baton after Syndra gave Irelia a fulfilling sense of recognition and joy, but it also meant she bore the brunt of the most intense impact. After all, at that time, Faen had just finished the conception ritual with Syndra, and his "fire" was still burning hot. Even if he held back a bit, the sheer gap in life-order between Syndra and Irelia showed they were not on the same level at all.
"I don't know why you haven't gone over there yet, but since you're already here, it's probably just a matter of time, right? Hmm... maybe you're the type of girl who prefers to be a bit more passive?"
Irelia leaned exhaustedly against Sona, gazing into the distance at Seraphine, who was currently lying on Syndra's belly, sticking her ass in the air and shaking it vigorously to welcome Faen's plowing. A hint of envy flickered in Irelia's eyes, and when she looked at Faen, her gaze was filled with twisted, depraved love.
"I wish I had a body as good as yours... Then Senior Brother definitely would have fallen in love with me much earlier."
Leaning on Sona, Irelia couldn't help but reach out and stroke every inch of Sona's skin, feeling its softness with eyes full of envy.
"I've been learning from Senior Brother Faen since I was very young... He watched me grow up... If I had been more proactive back then, maybe I could have been played with by Senior Brother since childhood... If I had been played with from behind since I was little, my breasts would definitely be bigger too... Maybe I could have even had Senior Brother's baby before he left Ionia..."
Irelia's mental state was clearly somewhat abnormal—after all, for Irelia, being better at enduring also meant accumulating far more craving.
"Now, every time I think of Senior Brother, my body involuntarily ovulates... I love Senior Brother so much, so much, so much... But I can't have his baby yet... I'm so jealous of Syndra, so jealous, so jealous..."
"I'll tell you a secret... If you only wear socks when doing it, Senior Brother gets very happy... and he pumps even more cream fillings inside..."
"But the happiest time was definitely when I first started doing joyful things with Senior Brother... Back then, every time we went to sleep, Senior Brother would leave it stuffed inside me... And when I woke up in the morning, the first thing I'd see was Senior Brother looking at me..."
Perhaps it was because Sona naturally possessed an aura that made people trust her? Or perhaps because, as fellow Ionians, Irelia felt a sense of kinship? In her hazy state, Irelia rambled on about many nonsensical things, eventually falling asleep right then and there.
Who knows how much time passed, but a sudden sound jolted the spacing-out Sona wide awake.
"Being suddenly pulled into an activity like this must have given you quite a fright, hasn't it?"
Hearing Faen's familiar voice, the Sona of the past might have felt a sense of reassurance and happiness. But now, after witnessing all those things, hearing Faen's voice made Sona jolt in shock. She raised her head and looked at Faen walking toward her. Behind him, those beautiful girls were lying haphazardly all over the cozy little house, their bodies covered in the marks of his usage. Some were fast asleep, while others had literally been fucked unconscious. But without exception, their faces all bore varying degrees of blissful expressions.
However, compared to the other girls, what attracted Sona's attention the most right now was undeniably that majestic, towering, monstrous meat.
He was walking toward her. Even though there was still some distance between them, Sona felt as if she could already smell that intense scent unique to Faen. Sona could even clearly see the few drops of thick, sticky fluid seeping from the tip. It seemed to be sharpening its spear and polishing its sword, preparing to take her down and turn her into someone just like Irelia...
Just as Faen was about to reach Sona, he paused slightly, as if he had tripped over something. He looked down. Upon discovering it was the sleeping Irelia, Sona watched as Faen shook his head with a slight look of helplessness. "This little Irelia, she relies on me far too much. She didn't do anything bad, did she?"
As he spoke, Faen casually swept Irelia aside with his foot. Then, he raised his foot again and planted it heavily on the young girl's bulging little belly, stepping down hard.
With a whimpering cry from the girl, the compressed thick milk immediately squirted out in massive quantities. Seeing this, Sona instinctively shouted through melody magic: "Stop it!"