Even though he had just gone through a grueling, all-night epic battle, as the male protagonist of a doujinshi, Faen's recovery speed naturally went without saying. Case in point, the moment Sona sat down, Faen's monstrous meat rapidly entered the zone once again. However, this time was different from before. Previously, to deal with Syndra, Faen had to accumulate energy for contingencies. But now that Syndra was safely "in the bag," Faen no longer had to endure so bitterly as before.
However, considering Sona's capacity for acceptance, after thinking it over, Faen decided to aim his spear at the young girl's back door.
Based on Faen's own preferences, if given the choice, he definitely preferred the "orthodox path" up front. But rather than hastily taking the young girl's virginity like this, Faen—who had now begun prioritizing atmosphere—preferred to have Sona spread her legs and offer herself up in a comparatively messier, more chaotic atmosphere, rather than ending it so hastily right now. Under these circumstances, even Faen himself could only wrong himself a bit and take Sona's back door.
Comparatively, feeling the original searing heat withdraw from below, Sona let out a slight sigh of relief—for the current Sona, she had already realized what Faen's actions meant. Although her inner dependency made Sona unwilling to leave Faen just like that, similarly, her inner hesitation made her unable to remain as unbothered as before.
These complex thoughts left Sona feeling at a loss, unsure of what choice she truly wanted to make. And now, as the hotdog wedged between her two large white buns was taken away, Sona suddenly realized she seemed to have grown accustomed to sitting on Faen's "whip," feeling the sensation of being roasted by the hotdog, marinated entirely by the seeping meat juices. Thinking this, although she wanted to ask him to stay, when the words reached her lips, Sona merely pursed them silently—she had never been good at communicating with people, let alone asking them to stay.
But right at this moment, Sona felt Faen's hand land on the cheeks of her ass behind her. This startled Sona slightly, and she instinctively looked back at Faen. What met her eyes was Mr. Faen's peaceful, faintly smiling face. Feeling the questioning gaze coming from Faen, Sona remained silent for a moment before nodding. Although she didn't know what Faen wanted to do, having seen with her own eyes the scenes of Faen copulating freely during last night's insemination night, even a pure girl like Sona knew more or less that Mr. Faen—who was no longer holding back—wanted to take things a step further with her.
This made Sona feel a bit uneasy and bewildered. But compared to this unease and bewilderment... As expected, being hated by Mr. Faen is even more frightening.
Sona didn't want to return to that past life of being ignored, isolated, and misunderstood. But by Faen's side...
Although it was somewhat shameful and made her blush, undeniably, it made Sona feel an unprecedented sense of security and comfort. Even in her dreams after falling into a deep sleep last night, the melodies of joy and bliss from Seraphine, Irelia, and the others echoed in Sona's mind...
Thinking this, Sona couldn't help but lower her head. Because even just a simple recollection had already soaked a large patch of the saddle beneath her. It was only because Sona's skirt was wide and voluminous that Akali beside them couldn't tell.